He took my hand as I walked past. “We thought we’d watch a movie.”
“Oh.” I tried not to sound disappointed, but the air about him was not giving off a ‘movie watching’ vibe.
He turned, walking backwards as he spoke, “And while we do, you can refer to me as sir.”
The sound that left my lips should have been embarrassing—somewhere between a desperate whimper and a sob, my cock springing to life at the idea. I dipped my head, feeling the urge to look at the floor, not with shame, but because I wanted Finn to be very clear that I wanted to submit to him.
“Yes, sir,” I replied quietly.
Finn righted himself and led me by the hand to the crew lounge.
Seeing Travis sitting there almost took my breath away. His dark hair was damp from the shower, his wavy fringe pushed back from his face. His usually dark eyes were now black, his lips parted expectantly. He was dressed in a tight black t-shirt and ripped jeans, sitting in the centre of a couch, his arm thrown back casually across the cushions. I swallowed hard, excited that the dream I told him about might be coming true.
“Good evening, Jasper.”
I bowed my head a little. “My Lord. Thank you for inviting me.”
I didn’t know if I was playing along correctly, but the wry smile that curled the corner of his lips made me think my wayward thoughts were, in fact, on the right track.
“Before we get started, you remember your safe word?”
“Yes, my lord.”
“And if, for some reason, you can’t speak, then you can click your fingers, right?”
I held out my shaking hand in front of me and clicked.
“Good boy.”
Chewing the inside of my cheek, my eyes moved from him to Finn and back again. My body hummed in expectation, but these two decided to take their sweet time.
“So, what’s the plan?” I asked, but no one answered. Finn took a seat next to Travis, their appraising gazes raking over me, until the suspense was almost killing me.
“Take your clothes off, Jasper,” Travis eventually instructed, and I let out a whoosh of air, relieved that something was finally happening. It appeared I was incredibly antsy and eager tonight.
Naked and standing there, I suddenly felt incredibly exposed, my hard cock throbbing, glistening with precum.
Finn ran his finger over his bottom lip as if he was imagining tasting me. The idea of it made my balls pull, desire pulsing through me.
Travis stood and lifted a length of thick white rope I’d not noticed until now from the bench at the side of the room.
Walking behind me, he took my wrists and moved them gently behind my back, running the rope over where they met, making it very clear what he was about to do.
“If you’re not ready, if this feels too much…”
“I want it all. God, I want it so much.” My voice was breathy, desperate.
“That’s my good boy. I always thought you’d make the perfect submissive. I mean it, though, you safe word if there is anything that doesn’t feel right, but I promise, Finn and I will take really good care of you.”
I nodded enthusiastically. “I know you will. I trust you.” I looked to Finn, who was watching intently, his erection tenting his shorts. “Both of you.”
Travis moved quickly, binding my wrists, probably using a knot we’d both tied a million times before, but the sensation of the rope against my skin was almost too much. My nipples hardened, my skin tingling, the blood rushing to my cock so fast that I thought I would come from the intensity.
When he was done, he tugged as if checking his handy work, and then he left me standing there while he took his seat. He turned his head slightly to Finn while keeping his eyes locked on me. “Take my cock out, Twinkle.”
Finn grinned greedily. “Of course, my Lord.”
He unfastened the button and then unzipped his fly, reaching into his underwear and easing out his semi-hard cock. “It’s been a long day. I think we’re all tired. We need to relax, wouldn’t you agree?” He was asking me, but I wasn’t sure what was going on, so I nodded. “Absolutely, my Lord.”