Re: Fill: Road to New Roissy 2a/?voyeurineDecember 6 2011, 10:34:54 UTC
Staring into the distance, Mycroft detected a three-storied stone house with a full-length porch. Each window had deep red curtains, beyond which lights glowed warmly.
“I’m going to blindfold you now,” Gregory said, reaching into his pocket. “Please kneel.”
Mycroft moved off the seat and knelt on the floor. He gazed up at Gregory, who caressed his cheek.
“One last time before the car stops. You’re sure you want to do this?”
“Yes. If you think this will help me, then yes. I trust you implicitly.”
“You understand that you may be touched, and sometimes rather intimately? And you will not be disrespectful. If something makes you uneasy, you use the signal we agreed on.”
“Yes.”
“Show me the signal again, please.”
Mycroft raised his cuffed hands and crossed the first and second fingers on the right one.
“Good.” Gregory smiled before tying a length of black silk around his head. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Mycroft sat back on his heels and dropped his hands into his lap again. Deprived of sight, his other senses magnified. Polished leather, car shampoo, and Burberry cologne flooded his nostrils, and the soft creak of leather as Gregory shifted on the seat made him shiver. He felt vulnerable but said nothing. He’d known this wasn’t going to be easy.
Lestrade must have figured it out, because warm hands clasped his shoulders. Mycroft bowed his head until his brow touched the other man’s knees, and let the dual contact soothe him.
He was also turned on, although he kept it hidden. He and Gregory had an active and adventurous sex life, but this- handcuffs, blindfolds, gentle dominance and total submission- was different. They’d always played as equals between the sheets, even when Lestrade was spanking him or pinning his wrists while fucking him into the mattress. That had all been rough stimulation, nothing more. Here, in this car, his will was being taken gently away from him. Was that a kink he didn’t know he had? How else could he explain the way the blood roared in his ears and his skin flushed as he knelt on that floor?
“I’m going to blindfold you now,” Gregory said, reaching into his pocket. “Please kneel.”
Mycroft moved off the seat and knelt on the floor. He gazed up at Gregory, who caressed his cheek.
“One last time before the car stops. You’re sure you want to do this?”
“Yes. If you think this will help me, then yes. I trust you implicitly.”
“You understand that you may be touched, and sometimes rather intimately? And you will not be disrespectful. If something makes you uneasy, you use the signal we agreed on.”
“Yes.”
“Show me the signal again, please.”
Mycroft raised his cuffed hands and crossed the first and second fingers on the right one.
“Good.” Gregory smiled before tying a length of black silk around his head. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Mycroft sat back on his heels and dropped his hands into his lap again. Deprived of sight, his other senses magnified. Polished leather, car shampoo, and Burberry cologne flooded his nostrils, and the soft creak of leather as Gregory shifted on the seat made him shiver. He felt vulnerable but said nothing. He’d known this wasn’t going to be easy.
Lestrade must have figured it out, because warm hands clasped his shoulders. Mycroft bowed his head until his brow touched the other man’s knees, and let the dual contact soothe him.
He was also turned on, although he kept it hidden. He and Gregory had an active and adventurous sex life, but this- handcuffs, blindfolds, gentle dominance and total submission- was different. They’d always played as equals between the sheets, even when Lestrade was spanking him or pinning his wrists while fucking him into the mattress. That had all been rough stimulation, nothing more. Here, in this car, his will was being taken gently away from him. Was that a kink he didn’t know he had? How else could he explain the way the blood roared in his ears and his skin flushed as he knelt on that floor?
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