Control (Boyxboy)

Chapter Seventeen: Dear Diary

I sat rigidly on the bed, wishing and hoping that Lucas's idea of a reward was actually rewarding. My stomach fluttered with butterflies, but mostly nerves as I waited for him to meet me here.

My instructions were clear. Go upstairs, take off my clothes, fold them, and then kneel in front of the bed. It felt weird being naked like this but I just shook the nerves off and waited patiently.

I wanted more than anything for this to be something new and sexual, but hoping like an idiot made me feel embarrassed. So I ducked my head and waited for the sound of Lucas entering the room.

After a long wait he finally came upstairs. His dress was the same as it was a dinner, but a tad bit messier now that we were in his home. The long sleeve button up shirt and long black slacks that covered his sexy muscular legs looked good on him to say the least. He removed his watch and tie before walking over to the stand next to the bed. I refrained from looking up as I was instructed to keep my head down.

I felt his hand graze my shoulder, making me shiver. I wanted to meet his eye but I didn't, knowing I would probably get in trouble for doing so.

"Such a good boy." he hummed and I of course leaned into it for comfort. "Stand, feet shoulder length apart."

I quickly got into the position he wanted me in while keeping hold of my composure. Lucas walked back over to the stand where he set the items before walking around behind me.

"Lay down."

I sat back on the bed before scooting towards the head board so I could lay flat on my back. Two long pieces of cloth were suddenly in his hands, but before I could react with motion he secured my wrists to the wooden headboard. "How are you feeling?"

"Good, Sir." I slightly jolted when Lucas grabbed my face with his palm, but I didn't meet his eye. Was I supposed to?

"You seem very nervous, Benji, do you want me to slow down?"

"No! I mean no, Sir. I'm just excited that's all."

Lucas smirked and grabbed a bottle he had left on the night stand. I recognized it easily: whipped cream. I wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do with that bottle of whipped goodness, but I knew it was going to be interesting. Gosh! I could feel my heart beating out of my chest!

He smiled gently and pulled out his tie he took off earlier, using the blue material to blindfold my eye sight. It was a new kind of feeling, I mean, blind and bound? Even if it was a tad bit intimidating, I was ready.

I tugged lightly on my restraints, just enough power to test the strength of the silk scarves but surprisingly they proved to be useful. After all it was no use, I was vulnerable and defenseless against him but saying this, I couldn't be more excited. I suddenly felt something cold on my nipples and like any normal reaction I jolted in surprise.

Whipped cream, and boy was it cold.

I gasped, retracting from the cold feeling that made my nipples sensitive and hard. He laid a trail down my stomach, thighs, and hips, purposely avoiding my groin and any areas that I wished he'd pay attention to. I shifted uncomfortably when I felt his tongue slide down the trail of whipped cream, starting from my overly sensitive nipples. I gasped, tugging at the restraints subconsciously in an attempt to get free and wrap my arms around him.

I felt his warm hands all over my body, his hot tongue on my hips and his light feathery stubble whisper gently on my skin. I gasped and fidgeted in my spot, my toes curling with every hot caress of his tongue.