Good boy - Tradley

Chapter 7

"And what will that be?" Brad asked as he held eye contact with the male in front of him.
Tristan grabbed a towel and dried his hands before throwing it to the side.
He then walked around the bar and came to a halt next to the doorway they had entered through.
He then stretched out his hand towards Brad.
The brunette got up and walked towards him, his legs completely working on their own as he was pulled towards the male like a piece of metal to a magnet.
Brad placed his hand in his and Tristan smiled at him before walking towards the huge staircase next to the doorway, Brad following behind him.
The brunette looked around with wide eyes, this house looked like it came straight from a magazine.
The interior design was absolutely astonishing.
They entered a bedroom and Brad bit his lip in anticipation.
Tristan lead him to the huge king-sized bed and made him sit down on the grey bedsheets.
The blonde smiled in satisfaction as he looked down at Brad who looked up at him with his big orbs of deep brown.
Tristan then grabbed something from the bedside table and looked at the brunette intensely.
"Will you trust me, darling?"
He asked and the brunette nodded without any trace of hesitation.
The blonde lifted his hands and placed a blank piece of fabric over Bradley's eyes, tying the blindfold into a knot behind his head.
The brunette was left in complete darkness as he felt himself growing nervous all of the sudden.
"Lay down, princess. I'll be back in a second."
Brad laid down on the bed, trying to find the middle of it with his restricted vision.
He heard Tristans soft footsteps nearing him again and suddenly he felt a finger on his chest, slowly dragging down his abdomen.
The cold sensation on his warm skin made him lift his body from the bed slightly as goosebumps were left behind on the soft, tanned skin.
"Your safe word is red, okay?"
Tristan suddenly spoke and Brad nodded in confirmation.
"Say it." Tristan demanded, his voice low and commanding.
"Red." Brad whispered and the blonde tapped his thigh in praise.
The finger that was stroking his chest then changed direction and instead slowly rid upward, hooking onto Brad's necklace and lifting it up.
"Hold onto this for me, baby."
Tristan said and placed the necklace between Brad's lips who opened his mouth to hold the necklace in place.
He felt the buttons of his shirt being slowly undone and the finger rode further and further down until it gently stroked over his v-line making him shiver.
Tristan then grabbed one of his arms and slowly slid it through the arm hole of his shirt before doing the same with the other.
Brad heard Tristan throwing his shirt away and now he was half naked below the blonde.
"Place your arms above your head baby." Tristan whispered and Brad shivered as he did as he was told, realizing what was about to happen.
He felt the same silky material that was around his eyes going around his wrists as they were bound to the headboard.
"Tug for me baby." Tristan spoke and Brad did so, the restraints holding his hands in place.
"Perfect," Tristan whispered closely to his ear. "Now it's time to play."