His Name Is Wentz [REWRITE]

Chapter 6

I was good at keeping Wentz waiting.  I went out with Brendon.  I went to work.  I did my usual routine.

Pete Wentz: I'm getting grey hairs, have you made your mind up Mr. Stump?

I smirked.

Me: A watched pot never boils Mr. Wentz

He read it but didn't respond.  I put some popcorn in my microwave so I could try to watch something.  Anything.  TV sucked anymore.  What a great way to spend your day off.  I grabbed my phone just as it buzzed.

Pete Wentz: Well put, however I am growing rather old.  I do need an answer soon.  Besides, what else are you doing other than watching 'boring TV reruns' as you so kindly described in yesterdays message?

Me: Now, now.  No need to make any hasty decisions.  I haven't decided yet.  The TV reruns however, are extremely boring.

Pete Wentz: Then I think I'll pay a visit.  Maybe change your mind a little about not knowing.

Me: Ah, ah.  It's my only day off.  I'd prefer a people free day.  Thank you.

Pete Wentz:  That wasn't a request.  Mr. Stump, see you in ten minutes.  I'm almost there

Me: I'll leave the door unlocked then, sir. 

I shoved my phone into my pocket dumping my popcorn into a bowl.  I decided against reruns and went for Deadpool.  I didn't have much.  I sat on my couch shoveling a handful of popcorn into my mouth just as my door opened up. I looked over at him.

"I'm watching Deadpool" I said through a mouthful.

"Ah" He closed my door behind him. I held out the popcorn bowl to him. "I, uh don't like popcorn"

"Eat it" I said.

"No" He shook his head.

"Eat it!" I yelled. I grabbed a handful and threw it at him.

"Ew" He picked the popcorn off his suit. "I don't eat popcorn" He took the bowl from my hands and sat on my lap. "Open your mouth" He said in my ear. I dropped my mouth at his command. He started to undo his tie. "Stay still" He wrapped his tie around my eyes "Can you see?"

"No" I mumbled. I bit my lip.

"Open your mouth Patrick" I reopened my mouth. "Good boy" he purred. My stomach bubbled a little bit. I heard some shuffling, the a piece of popcorn landed on my tongue. "Eat that" He said. So I did, I did as he said. "See, you can follow the rules" He moved again. "Do as I say"

"Okay" I whispered.

"Okay?" he asked.

"Okay, sir" I whispered.

"Keep those pretty hands of yours still"

"Why-" he smacked my mouth.

"You weren't given permission to speak" I smacked him back.  We both froze.  "Patrick-"

"Don't you dare hit me" I whispered "Whip me, spank me, suspend me I don't care.  But don't strike me" He pulled the blindfold off slowly. 

"I'm sorry" he said gently.  He kissed the side of my mouth.  I didn't respond.  "Patrick come on"

"I told you my ex beat me nightly.  Why the hell do you think it's okay to slap me?"

"I'm sorry" He looked sincere.  I guess I had to trust him at this point. 

"I'll do it" I whispered "I'll be your submissive" He smirked a little bit.

"Welcome to my world Patrick" He tugged the blindfold back over my eyes.

"I wanna go to your house.  I want you to show me, show me how to be a submissive" He kissed my earlobe tenderly. 

"Are you sure?" he whispered.  I nodded.
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"When you come here theres a certain position you have to be in.  On your knees on the floor with your arms flat oh your legs, naked"

"Naked" I whispered.

"Yes.  Do it" he commanded.  I pulled my shirt over my head.  He watched me carefully.  "Your pants too" I unbuttoned them and slowly pulled them off my legs.  He stared at my boxers.  "Off" he said.  My hands shook as I pulled those off too.  He smirked "Now do as I said" I got down on my knees in front of him.  My arms rested on my legs.  "Bow your head" Bow my head?  "Patrick, bow your head" I bit my lip and bowed my bead.  "We have a safe word, in case this becomes too much.  Only use it if you truly can't handle what we do"

"What is it?" I asked. 

"Black" he said darkly.  Black.  The word repeated itself in my mind.  I saw his jeans in my line of vision.  Blue jeans.  Something odd for him to wear.  Blue jeans and no shirt.  He laughed a little running his hand through my hair.  "You will not speak unless permitted, you will follow my every command.  I am no longer Pete, nor am I Mr. Wentz, I'm sir.  I'm your dominant"

"Okay sir" he grabbed my hair pulling it back. 

"Agh!" I yelled.

"I did not give you permission to speak!" he yelled.  I whimpered a little.  "Stand" I did.  In here I actually wanted to do everything he said.  He ran his hands down my chest.  "You have a lovely body Patrick" I opened my mouth but thought best of it.  "I'm going to suspend you.  Shit.  We're going there already?  "Do you trust me?" I didn't speak "When I ask you a question you have permission to speak"

"Yes" I whispered.  I had no choice did I? He pulled a blindfold over my eyes. 

"Remember your safe word" He said.  I nodded.  He led me somewhere.  Where?  I had no clue.  Somewhere in the room.  "Step up" I did but missed whatever I was to step up on.  He moved my leg for me.  A chair.  I hoisted myself up "Put your arms up" When I did, he cuffed them.  "I'm going to move the chair now" I nodded.  He was swift about it.  He didn't give me even a second he just pulled the damn chair out.  My weight was on my arms.  I clutched the chains tightly.  He fucking laughed at that.  "Most dominants don't do this.  Most whip the shit out of you.  Hell, I don't do this.  But you're different and it's obvious" He whacked my foot with something.  I whimpered "That was a test.  It's a riding crop.  A lot of times I would just whip my subs but I figured you'd get a test run" He ran in down my chest.  I gulped in fear, fear and something else.  Excitement maybe?  He whacked it on my chest harder than he had on my foot.  I cried out.  "Tell me I own you" He whacked me again.  He owns me?  I kept my mouth shut.  No one owns me.  He whacked me harder.  "Say it!" he yelled.  I gripped the chains.  "Fine.  I've got whips too"

"Y-you own me" I whispered.  He laughed a little too darkly. 

"Good boy.  And good boys do get rewards" I get rewarded for saying he owns me.  I gasped as he kissed my inner thigh.  Okay, maybe this wasn't so bad.  It did kind of give me a rush.  He took me into his mouth.  I grabbed onto the chains pulling myself up more in excitement.  He sucked some more. 

"Fuck" I moaned.  "Pete" I whispered.  He didn't punish me.  He didn't comment on the use of his name.  He sucked until I came in his mouth.  I heard him gag. 

"Warn me next time" he grumbled.  He played with the chains and I fell free to the ground on my knees.  He caught me before the rest of my body hit the ground.  I felt weak.  Weak and tired.  I wanted to sleep.  "You said my name"

"I'm sorry" I whispered.  He pulled the blindfold off and helped me up

"Are you tired?"

"Yes" He nodded and lifted me bridal style.  I nuzzled my head into his neck.  I had a room for myself.  He told me that.  He told me he hated sleeping next to his submissives.  But he didn't take me there.  He took me to his room. 

"You did good" He said laying me on his bed "It gets a but harder than that" He covered me with his blanket and kissed my forehead.  "Au Revoir Patrick" he said in my ear.  I fell asleep.