He looked delicious as he always does in the crisply pressed white shirt and jeans I'd requested he wear to work that day. But perhaps even more delicious was the anxiety that rolled off of him in waves.
It had been a couple of years since we had played together but he knew that little fact wouldn't buy him any leeway with me thanks to our texts the night before our first play date.
"Getting very excited about this... Kinda nervous."
"I promise not to kill you or permanently injure you."
"I am putting myself totally in your care and I know that you will protect me."
"No, I'll most certainly hurt you but you'll enjoy letting me."
And during the two times we've played since, I've certainly hurt him and he's definitely enjoyed letting me.
During the first session, I tied his wrists with my beautiful scarlet hemp rope that had been neglected for far too long. I secured it to the stairway bannister so that his hands were stretched over his head and I could admire his sculpted body completely before I unloaded my impact toys and beat him with most everything in my bag.
During our second session, I switched between deceptively sweet strokes to his cock and hard smacks while I watched his face contort from adoration to something akin to surprise and pain and back again.
His responses were as beautiful as I remembered. What I'd forgotten, but was reminded of again quickly, was how much he seemed to crave my kisses. As he knelt naked before me, he couldn't seem to get enough of kissing me. Even blindfolded and taking whatever pain I dealt out, he turned to me seeking my lips and my tongue frequently.
And in that way, I did not deny him.