“Got all that?” Hector asked once he was finished.
“Yes, Sir.” Miguel heard a low groan come over the line at his response.
“Damn, I love when you call me that. I’ll see you soon.”
Miguel set the phone down and got busy finishing up dinner. Hector had given him thirty minutes to carry out his instructions. He didn’t have any time to waste.
Twenty-nine minutes later, Miguel had completed everything Hector asked him to. Dinner was on warm in the oven. Two glasses of water were on the coffee table. Next to them sat lube, condoms, and Arnica cream. All the lights were off, except for a small lamp. Miguel had taken a shower and prepared his body. Now he was clean and naked, except for the blue and white jockstrap Hector had told him to wear.
At exactly thirty minutes after the end of his phone call with Hector, someone knocked on the door. Miguel had given his boyfriend a key, so Hector not using it to let himself in was deliberate. Miguel went over to the door. When he opened it, he nearly fainted. Hector stood there in his SWAT uniform. He didn’t have any weapons or protective gear on, but the black shirt and black pants tucked into black combat boots were enough to make Miguel’s knees go wobbly.
His breath caught in his throat as he looked his boyfriend over. He seemed so stern, like he could easily make Miguel do whatever he wanted with nothing more than a few words. And the way those broad shoulders and hard chest filled out that black shirt made Miguel want to rub up against Hector, just to feel the strength and body heat behind the uniform. Miguel’s hand clenched on the doorknob. His fantasy was about to come to life. He wanted to say something cool and sexy, but he only managed to squeak one word.
“Hi.”
“Hello. Did you do like I asked you?”
“Yeah.” He licked his lips, wondering how Hector would spank him this time.
Hector didn’t move or say anything. He continued to stand in the doorway with an eyebrow raised.
Miguel nervously cleared his throat. “I meant to say, yes, Sir. Everything is ready.”
“Good.” Hector finally walked into the apartment, closing the door behind him. He went over to the couch, tugging Miguel along.
As he walked behind his tall boyfriend, Miguel saw that he had a wide-backed wooden hairbrush and a pair of handcuffs clipped to the back of his belt. He swallowed hard, wondering if both items were going to be used on him tonight. Hector took the brush from his belt and set it on the coffee table. He left the cuffs where they were. When he sat down Miguel thought he was going to turn him over his knee, but instead, Hector pulled him down to sit in his lap.
“What—”
“Sssh. I want to kiss you for a while first.”
From the beginning of their relationship, it had been obvious that Hector loved kissing. Miguel had no problem indulging his boyfriend’s desires. Hector put the tip of a finger beneath Miguel’s chin, lifting his face for a kiss. When their lips met, Miguel melted against his lover, letting him control the pace. But sitting there nearly naked on Hector’s lap while he was dressed in his SWAT uniform had Miguel so hard and aroused that he couldn’t stop the desperate whimpers that slipped from his throat into their kiss. He wrapped his arms around Hector’s neck, wiggling against the erection pressing against his ass. Hector groaned and pulled back.
“Same as before, baby. Red to stop, yellow for a break, green to keep going. Okay?”
His face pressed to Hector’s throat so he could kiss and suck on his warm skin, Miguel nodded.
“Stand up,” Hector ordered.
After taking a deep breath to get a little of his calm back, Miguel slid off Hector’s lap and stood. But Hector didn’t move. He just leaned back against the couch, legs spread, the outline of his erection visible in his black uniform pants.
“Bend over the arm rest.”
Miguel stepped to the side of the couch and bent over slightly with his hands on the cushions. “Like this?” he asked.
Hector shook his head. “No. I want you all the way bent over. Put your face down on the cushion.”
Miguel’s cock pulsed with excitement as he complied. The position forced him onto his tippy-toes and pushed his ass up in the air. With his head down and turned to the side, the only thing he could see of Hector was one leg from mid-thigh down. And that leg wasn’t moving. Miguel’s breathing shallowed, his heart pounding in anticipation as he waited for Hector to make a move.
After what felt like an eternity, Hector finally leaned forward and picked up the brush from the coffee table. When he stood, Miguel exhaled in relief. The anticipation was killing him. He wanted to feel that brush smack against his ass now. Unfortunately, Hector wasn’t finished toying with him. He went the long way around the couch, walking slowly. He smacked the flat back of the hairbrush against the palm of his hand as he approached, making Miguel jump in nervous reaction. By the time Hector reached his side, Miguel’s thighs were trembling with delicious fear.
“Put your hands behind your back.”
Miguel bit his lip. Was it possible to come only from anticipation and being ordered around? As hard and slick as his cock head was, it felt like it. He put his hands behind his back and waited for Hector’s next instructions.
“I’m going to cuff you, Miguel. Are you okay with that?”
Miguel breathed out his answer. “Yes, Sir. I’m okay with that.”