After breakfast, Ryan says he needs to head home to do some house chores, and I tell him there’re a couple of people coming over to see our house. Out the front of my place where I’m pressing him against the side of his car, I kiss Ryan goodbye softly.
“Henry?” he asks against my jaw.
“Yes?”
“How about, if you have time, you write up a contract today. And tomorrow, while we’re in bed all day, we can look it over?”
Breaking away only enough to look at him, I smile. “I can do that.”
His eyes flit around. “Do um…. I mean, we could play at my place, since I live alone. You know, if we didn’t want anyone to hear us.”
I nod, cupping his cheek. “Your place is a good option, and one we’ll use initially. But there’s also a club, Lost and Bound, which I’m a member of. We can also play there. They have private rooms we can use.”
Ryan’s nods. “Oh. Okay. Cool.”
I grin at his nervous excitement. He’s missed this. “First, the contract. And tomorrow, while we have time in bed, we can test some waters. For now, I’ll let you go.” Smacking our lips together once more, I slap his butt when he turns around. He chuckles and slides into his car. Those dimples will be the death of me. With a wave, he drives off and I head back inside.
* * *
By early afternoon, I’ve given a tour of the house to a couple of prospective tenants, completed my house chores, and I received a call from Dakota to organise the settlement date. In a short amount of days, the gym will be ours. Travis and I decide to celebrate by sitting out the back, taking a load off, and having a beer.
“I can’t believe it, man,” Travis says with a grin. “We’ve done it. We’ve bought a gym!”
“We did,” I say. “The paperwork needs to be signed, but… we’ve done it. And before we reached thirty, too!” He laughs along with me before I clear my throat. “Ahem. On another note, I’m going to bring Ryan with me to your birthday party.” My brother’s thirtieth should be a lot of fun, given Trey’s organising it.
Travis nods. “How are things going with you two? It seemed a little tense last night.”
“We had an argument. But we cleared it up after we got home, and we had a good chat today.”
“I’m glad. I like Ryan.” Travis winces. “I reckon he has a story there. Might need some looking after, you know?”
“You, my brother, can be quite perceptive.”
He shrugs, tilting his head with his bottle rim resting on his lips. “I have my moments.” Finishing off his drink, he sighs deeply.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
“He called you. Not me. Pushing that aside, I need to find a way to ask him out.”
It takes me a minute to follow his train of thought. “You mean Dakota?”
“No,” he scoffs. “Jeffrey Dean Morgan.”
“He really does look like him,” I agree. “Wait until everything’s sorted then send him a message.”
He shakes his head. “Nah. What if he’s straight?”
“What if he’s not?”
“Hm.”
“You’ll think of something, I’m sure.”
“I guess.”
My brother has never sounded so unsure of himself. Charming and confident was his forte until the moment he met Dakota Edwards. The man has already turned him inside out just by meeting him. Trav’s interest in him does make me wonder what Dakota’s sexual orientation is and whether he’d consider dating my brother.
* * *
Early the next morning, I head over to Ryan’s place full of contained excitement. I hope he likes the contract agreement I wrote up last night. Clutching it in my hand, I wait patiently for him.
Ryan grins as he opens the door. “Hey.”
Grasping the back of his neck with my free hand, I bring his mouth to mine and kiss him. When he moans into the kiss, I draw back. “Hey.”
“Come on in,” he says, sounding breathless.
Wearing sweatpants and a plain T-shirt, Ryan and I have chosen similar clothes. Considering we’re going to be in bed for almost a whole day, it makes total sense. He looks hot, comfortable, and ruffled. I walk past him and he closes the door. Knotting my fingers in his hair, I smile. “I like this. Bed hair is sexy on you.”
He laughs. “Oh yeah? You’ll see plenty of it today, then.”
“Good.”
We’re silently staring at each other until Ryan clears his throat. “You want a coffee?”
“I’d love one.”
“Have you had breakfast?”
“Yeah, I have.”
“Same.” He makes us coffees, and we take them to his room. Ryan’s smirk is both adorable and sexy.
“What?” I ask.
He shrugs. “I’m just wondering who’s going to win the bet.”
“Right.” I chuckle and slide onto the bed beside him. Given we now have the added aspect of a contract, I don’t think I’ll lose. “So,” I start, placing the large envelope in his lap. “I’ve put both of our copies of the contract in there in case we want to sign them today. We can make any changes you want. Take your time reading.” I lie back with my mug of coffee as he sips his, opens up the envelope, and reads the contract. Of course, I know exactly what it says. The document states that the purpose of the contract is to allow the submissive, Ryan, to explore his sensuality and his limits safely. Along with the agreement that the contract itself, and any actions regarding the contract, is consensual and confidential, it also lists Ryan’s safewords, rules, and discipline. The term of the contract is for three months with both parties having the power to terminate the contract at any time. In Appendix 1, where it lists our limits, I took the liberty to include anal sex as one of Ryan’s hard limits.
I’m anticipating Ryan’s words and watching him intently when he finally speaks. “Wow.” He clears his throat and stares down at me. “Henry, this is… extensive. I’ve never seen such a contract before.”
His words fill me with pride. “Good.” Turning onto my side, I place my hand on his abdomen. “How about we go through the limits. Tell me how you feel about them.”
He nods. “I agree with all of your hard limits. I have no interest in acts involving urination or scat, fire play, or blood. Electrical or breath… I fully agree on all of those. Thank you for adding anal sex. But… can we also highlight fisting, caning, whipping, and suspension for now?”
“Of course.” I’m about to circle the words, when Ryan stops me.
“Wait! I’ve got a highlighter right here.” He slides open a drawer and starts highlighting the words on both our copies.
“Okay, gorgeous. Soft limits?”
He clears his throat. “Obviously, I’m okay with some anal play. But maybe just fingers for now? I’m okay with trying bondage, but I’d like to work up to blindfolding and gagging. I was going to have them as hard limits, but I think I can do them… at some point.”
“Okay, so blindfolding and gagging are soft limits. Anything else?”
“Um… voyeurism and exhibitionism,” he reads, meeting my eyes. “You like these?”
I shrug. “They’re not something I need, but I find it pleasurable sometimes to watch others.” My eyes run up and down his body. “And why would I be opposed to showing you off? Having the members of the club watch as I tie you up and bring you pleasure? I think I’d quite like that. They’d see how gorgeous you are, and wish they could be the one dominating you and taking you home. But they’ll all know you’re mine .”
Ryan tilts his head with a smile before blinking and biting his lip. “I don’t know how I feel about people looking at me.” Suddenly, he looks sad. “I would’ve,” he says. “Before him . I would’ve been confident enough to do that with you. And some of the other hard limits too. But now… I don’t know.”
“Come here.” With both of our drinks finished and put aside, I slide over and move Ryan until I’m behind him with his back against my chest. “I don’t want you to worry about what you would’ve done, and what we’d be like, if your past never happened. You are who you are, and I only want to know what the Ryan I know is comfortable with. Things change, and maybe later down the track, you’ll reach a point when you want to try other things. But for now, I want to know what you are ready for. This is a big step for you, and you have no idea how lucky and humbled I feel that you’re trusting me enough to try this.” Tightening my arms around him, I kiss his temple. “For now, how about we say yes to voyeurism and exhibitionism being a soft limit. But you should know, baby, you’re absolutely gorgeous. Especially when you submit.” Sliding my hands beneath his shirt, I caress his abs and chest while nibbling on his ear.
He takes a deep breath, and with his free hand, he grips my knee. “Okay.”
“Anything else?”
“All the others, I’m fine with at this stage to try. And I agree with the entire contract, except… with the ‘allotted times,’ can we make it either Friday or Saturday night, and either Saturday or Sunday during the day?” Just as I open my mouth, he adds, “And maybe we can add a weeknight? It’s just… I need a full day during the weekend to write and—”
“Say no more. It sounds reasonable.” Although the contact isn’t a twenty-four-hour lifestyle, I’d assumed every weekend would be asking a bit much from Ryan. As my finger runs over his nipple, he gasps. “But I’ll tell you now. Three days a week probably won’t be enough for me. If I call on you, on a day that isn’t agreed upon, you’ll make yourself available.”
He nods. “And… what if…”
Grasping his hair, I gently manoeuvre his head. “What if, what?”
“Can I message you?” he asks. “If I nee— want to see you.”
I smile. “You can. I can’t guarantee I’ll be free, but never hesitate to contact me. I always want to know what you’re thinking, especially if it’s because you want me.”
“Okay.” His eyes return to the paperwork. “So, for now, the location will be my place?”
“How about, on the weeknight, it’s my place. On the weekend, yours.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’ll book us in to see a doctor in the next couple of weeks for full health checks. Is after four o’clock good for you?”
“On Tuesdays. Yes, Sir.” Ryan picks up the pen, fills in his name, the date, and signs it, before doing the same on my copy. Stroking his back the whole time, I’m aware of the tension leaving him as he sets the contracts down. After we’ve both signed and placed the contracts on the bedside table, Ryan turns around to kneel between my legs. With his eyes searching mine and his large hands on my knees, he looks both adorable and hot. When he flips his hands over, palms up, I know he’s waiting for my command.
I sit up straight. “Boy?”
“Yes, Sir?”
“Thank you.”
He tilts his head like a puppy and it makes me think of a new name for him. “For what, Sir?”
“For giving me you, and your submission, for the next three months.”
“You’re very welcome, Sir.”
Shifting onto my knees in front of him, I hold his face in my hands and cover his mouth with mine, giving him a quick, passionate kiss. I draw back only far enough to whisper, “Strip.”