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I have him back. I do not care what price I have to pay. I have him back. But what a price. Not since Simon have I had this feeling, of being helpless, not in charge. It is about Friendship. It is about ownership also. Blair owns me. It is kind of comforting. Means that he will never leave me, right? Toss me aside. Aside from the short leash, some times it is nice to have that connection. I have needed to be pulled in, held in check. Controlled, like he has helped me control my senses. It is all about control.
I shiver, thinking about last night. I though that it was going to be posable OK. I had him were I thought that he wanted to be, under me, waiting me to pleasure him. seduce him back into my bed, My partnership. Mine. Make him mine once more. But I was never truly his. Till last night. And I never saw it coming. Blair is ... was a book man. The harsh hardware of guns and handcuffs were never meant to be his staple diet. But his lack would could get him killed someday. I had to ride him. too long to cuff someone could get you killed, fumbling for your gun, that was a death sentences. Blair had to see that.
He had my spare cuffs on me and around the railing of the loft so fast. I think that I must have zoned. Or else he is much better than I have been giving him credit for. Perhaps a bit of both.
That was just the start. I have never been the lay back and just relax sort of person. Not unless someone makes me. .. Man, Did Blair ever Make me.
I had planed on giving Blair the best night of his life, making him beg, rocking his world, using each trick that I knew from what he had showed me to what I had gathered from all of the snippets of what I knew of him and love making. I wanted to show him I could be gentle, not demanding, not the bully that I knew that I had been. I had to prove my self. Earn back his love and trust. Seduce him, reduce him to a puddle of need, that would agree to staying with me no matter what. He said that he missed women. I would give him what any woman could give him. What any one could give him. I need to be his world. I can't share him with any one. I know that is was a sick need. Thank Gods that he would not let me.
"Blair, Just what do you think that you are doing?"
"Just what you need, Jim."
Jim struggled agents the cuffs, and the ropes that held his hands and feet. Naked, squirming, aroused, helpless. Blair knelt over his lover, hovering just out of reach of Jim's raging hard cock.
Blair watched his sentinel. Heart breaking. If there was just some other way. If he could spare the man he loved this humiliation. Even knowing that this was the last chance that he had to save him self, Jim and the partnership, a part of his soul was being wrenched. The rest of him was dam turned on by it. To see his powerful, beautiful lover, helpless, bound to the bed, helpless in his need as Blair had been helpless so many times before. Blair kissed Jim's neck. Soft whisper kiss, light as a butterfly touch, trailing his long soft hair across Jim's up stretched arms and over his chest, stroking with whisper soft strands his smooth skin, dancing ringlets over his erect nipples. Jim's mouth was open, drinking in the taste from the air of his Guide, the rich sent of herbal shampoo, the aftershave that he still had on, of desire spent and yet to cum. He could zone on it.
But that was the last thing that Blair wanted. Jim was going to live with this each inch of the way. A pinch of a nipple brought him back from the edge of the zone. Jim gasped. Shuddered. Pain pleasure danced over his face, tossing his head, blindly seeking any sort of release.
"Blair, please, be reasonable. Undo me. Let me love you. Let me make it up to you. I have so much to make up to you. " Pay backs are a bitch. At this moment Blair was being a payback.
"Oh Man, I am so going to undo you. I am going to tattoo my name on your but." And he was kissing Jim, his kisses firm, demanding, tong tracing the lips, lapping at the corners, twining with his sentinels, sucking Jim's tong deep into his mouth. "You are going to be mine. I am not your little puppy dog, fetching and following any more. I am your Guide." Blair bit his neck, and Jim gasped in response, his aroused cock jerking, hips arching, seeking blindly contact. "I am going to be there, at your side." His fingers stroked down his chest, down his belly, grasping the needy raging organ, then running tingling fingertips along the shaft, and over the head. "There is a new day coming, Jimbo and you can't second guess me, or doubt me. You got to trust me on this."
Blair rubbed his cock softly over Jim's. Teasing. It was like a cattle prod had been used, from his reaction, arching up and off of the bed, pulling on the cuffs, a wordless scream torn from his mouth.
"Dial it back Jim." He kissed the sentinel, petting and stroking his lovers face, fluffing the short soft hair. "I have got you, man and I am going no place without you." He mantled his lover, as much skin on skin contact as he could. "Do you trust me?"
"with My life."
"I am about to ask for more. I want your heart, your soul, your complete trust. No secrets between us. No Jealousies. You have to trust me not to cheat on you, to leave some times and come back. Trust me to do my job, and not screw up." He kissed Jim. "At least not too often." A soft voice. Blair had to lean forward, his ear next to Jim's mouth to hear. "How can I? I never got that trust thing down right." His eyes were closed, but Blair could see a trace of moister in the edge of his left eye. A precursor to tears. No. Please No. He could not Break His Sentinel. He could not bring this man to tears. Not now. Not when he was so raw, and needing, and in Blair's chains. Not Jim I am so a real Man. A shattered Jim he could not deal with at this moment.
"Just go with it. We will make it up as we go along." For a moment he debated letting Jim go, letting him take back charge of the bed, and his life. But just for a moment. The Vivid image of Jim scowling at him when he was just talking to a woman at the PD reminded him just what he was fighting for. His freedom, His relationship. His sanity. Blair checked the cuffs to make sure that it was not too tight, stroking the arms from the fingertips to the arm pits with feather light strokes, finger tips tracing down the curve of the ribs, easing to the hips, gliding over the hips, dancing over the thighs, and doubling back to the still hard cock that was standing still at attention.
Jim had teased Blair to distraction, bordering on torture, Blair was determined to be a little kinder. But not much. Too much was riding on this. He had to own Jim, Body and Soul.
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