I see the battle in his eyes.The Dom in him fighting against the vulnerability of this moment.For someone like Gage, relinquishing control isn't just uncomfortable, it's foreign territory.
"I need you to see me," I tell him."Not just as someone you protect or command.But as someone who chooses to submit to you.There's power in that choice."
His chest rises and falls with each breath."I've never been on this side."
"I know."I smile, leaning in to press my lips against his neck."That's why it matters."
He stills, then slowly nods."Fine.Show me."
I smile against his skin, savoring this small victory."Safe word?"
"Red," he says, voice tight.
"Good boy."
His eyes narrow at that, but I see the flicker of heat in them too.This is new ground for both of us.
I take my time undressing, letting him watch as each piece of clothing falls away.His gaze follows my every movement, hungry and restrained.When I'm naked, I stand before him, letting him look his fill.
"This is what submission feels like," I tell him."Being seen.Being vulnerable.Trusting someone else with your pleasure."
I climb back onto the bed, straddling him again, feeling the rough denim of his jeans against my bare skin.He strains against the cuffs, muscles flexing.
"Skye," he warns.
"Patience."I trace my fingers down his chest, watching him shiver under my touch."You're always so in control.Always taking care of everyone else.When's the last time someone took care of you?"
He doesn't answer, but I see vulnerability flicker across his face.
I lean down and kiss him slowly, deeply, swallowing his groan.When I pull back, his pupils are blown wide.
"I want to worship you," I whisper against his lips."The way you worship me."
Working my way down his body with my mouth, I press kisses to his collarbone, his chest, and the ridged muscles of his stomach.He's tense beneath me, fighting the urge to take control, to flip our positions and pin me beneath him.
When I reach the waistband of his jeans, I glance up at him.His eyes are burning, jaw clenched tight.
"Color?"I ask softly.
He hesitates, then exhales."Green."
With deliberate slowness, I unbutton his jeans, drawing down the zipper tooth by tooth.His breath hitches as I pull the denim down his legs, leaving him in just his black boxer briefs, the outline of his arousal evident.
"You're beautiful like this," I tell him, running my hands along his thighs.
"I'm not beautiful," he growls."I'm…"
"Shhh."I place my finger against his lips again."My turn to decide what you are."
I hook my fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pull them down, freeing him.His cock springs up, hard and ready.I wrap my hand around him, feeling him pulse beneath my touch.His head falls back against the headboard with a soft thud.
"This is what it feels like," I murmur, stroking him slowly."To want to please someone so badly it hurts.To need their approval, their pleasure, more than your own."
His hips buck involuntarily into my hand."Skye," he groans, my name a prayer on his lips.
I lower my head, taking him into my mouth, and his whole body jerks.The cuffs rattle against the headboard as he instinctively pulls against them.Taking my time, I savor the way he tastes and the sounds he makes when I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock.
"Fuck," he hisses, muscles straining.