Impress Me Not: Neon Underground

Chapter 32

"Here," Melvin moved to get a better look at the ropes. "If you stay like this for too long, you're going to wind up losing circulation."

Mateo didn't say anything to that. He let him gently untie the ropes. It was his best rope, but it still could cause damage if someone was in them for too long. He knew that the man in them was going to be sore by tomorrow. Especially if it was his first time.

He looked gorgeous tied up like this. Even more so just from how submissive he was. Melvin wished that he could capture this moment and relive it over and over again. He was so defiant and demanding at the beginning of the night. Now, though, he was as calm as a cat laying out in the sun. He even enjoyed Melvin's touch as he glided the rope off that smooth skin.

It was so good to see just how well trained he was now. Mateo was such a cute little brat. It made him want to punish the defiance out of him more so than any other time. Brats were always like that. They teased and agitated just so that they would get their way. Then, when you push them past the point of what they can handle, they turned into putty.

He didn't move when he was untied. Melvin neatly rolled the rope up, placing it in a drawer in the desk. Those green eyes watched him the whole time. He enjoyed the attention of those eyes. He would never admit it to anyone else, but this obsession was getting worse.

And he was just feeding into it.

"Can I touch you?" Mateo asked. His voice was soft, which was much different from any other time he talked.

"Not my neck," he immediately set the boundary. "I still have some work to finish up. You're free to touch until I'm done."

They had been at this for four hours this time. Melvin had other plans to do to that body, but once he felt that mouth go around him, all those plans got pushed back. He might just consider doing them another night.

"Can I go under your shirt?"

Melvin couldn't help but smile at that. He was cute when he was asking for consent. And this was the man who tried to use those pretty looks to always get his way. Melvin was enjoying showing him some manners instead.

"Since you asked so nicely," he ran his hands over the man's face, then shoulders. They were finally relaxing now that the ropes weren't forcing them into a position.

He supposed that there had to be some reward for keeping him down there for so long. Melvin was more shocked that he didn't want any torture. Something had softened in those green eyes the moment he started talking about thoughts. Melvin already knew that Mateo was trying to run away from his own that night. But hearing him say it hit him differently. He truly wished that he could figure out what was going on in that head of his.

The office was quiet again, with only the sound of typing and clicking. Melvin hadn't gotten any phone calls in a long while, which he was happy for. He didn't want anymore distractions. He just wanted to focus on the man that was so obediently listening to him.

His hands were so curious, gently making their way under his shirt. It was a great way for him to stretch out the limbs that had been tucked away for so long. Melvin made sure not to even look down. If he did then he would be distracted again. No work was going to get done if this pet had his way. Melvin couldn't help but enjoy that thought.

They were relaxing. Melvin hadn't been able to relax in a long time. To be fair, he hadn't truly had someone to be with in a long while. He was a recluse most of the time. Mateo had just pushed him to do all of this. He fed into his obsessive nature. It didn't even seem like he minded when he told him that he didn't care about who he wasn't talking to. The man looked surprised at first, but he never fought him.