An Unlocked Mind (Secrets #2)(81)

Vic sighed. “I’m going to be honest here. I want this to be good for you. I’m hopeful this will give you the glimpse you’ve been looking for and that you’ll want to move ahead in this lifestyle. With me, I mean.”

Rob expelled a long push of air and his body relaxed. A feeling of relief spread through Vic. I’m right. This is what he needs.

“Okay, now focus. Slow your breathing and clear your mind of all distractions. The only thing you should be thinking about is your happy thought. Remember that? In this room, with me, that’s the only thing that exists. You’re safe with me and you can let go.”

The tightness around Rob’s mouth softened, and his grip on Vic’s hand loosened.

“Good. Now focus on my voice. Keep that thought in your mind, though.”

Rob nodded slightly, and Vic felt confident he could proceed.

“This is a taste of what sensory deprivation is like. If we continue, we’ll be adding things to it while we work toward our ultimate goal.”

Rob’s brow furrowed. “And what’s that?”

“That is something to think about in the future. For now, stay still and listen to me. If we’re going to continue this, we’ll be drawing up a contract to state what your limits are. It will mean we’re going to be working together to push them as well. This—”

“Vic?”

“Hmm?” Vic gazed at him in concern.

“Shut up and touch me.” Rob’s lips twitched.

Vic shook his head, even though he knew Rob couldn’t see him. The boy had such cheek. “You’re so cute, you know that? You think you’re in charge here.” Vic did his best not to chuckle. “That’s okay. You’ll learn the truth soon enough.”

“Hang on. I’m sure I recall you saying something like it was the sub who was—”

Vic skimmed his fingers over Rob’s chest, delighted when he sucked in a breath. Vic gripped a nipple and gave it a tweak, which elicited a sharp moan from Rob. He reached up and Vic snapped at him. “Put your hands back on the bed. If you move them, I stop. If you can’t listen to what I’m telling you, everything stops.”

“Then get on with it,” Rob growled.

Vic bent over and kissed Rob’s lips gently. When he pulled away, Rob chased the kiss. Vic grinned. “You know, I think I like seeing you this way. I can see your cock pressing against your jeans, and I bet you’d like it if I touched it, wouldn’t you?” He slid a hand over Rob’s crotch until Rob pressed up into it. Then Vic took his hand away.

“Vic,” he whined.

“Yes?”

“For the love of God, please stop teasing. Suck me, let me suck you, or even fuck me if you want. Just do something.”

“I am doing something,” Vic replied. “Exactly what I want. That should always be your primary concern. You should be asking yourself ‘Is this something that would make Vic happy?’ and if you can say it is, then you should be doing it.”

“You’re a sadistic bastard, you know that?”

“I can be,” Vic admitted. “And that’s part of what it means to be with me. You need to think very carefully about whether this is something you want or can even handle.”

He reached down and unzipped Rob’s pants, allowing his cock to pop free. Vic wrapped his hand around the shaft and gave a few gentle strokes. Rob shivered, and Vic stilled, his fingers around the hard length. “So proud of you,” he murmured. “Letting go like this. That’s it. Trust me, forget the cameras.” The soft whine that issued from Rob’s throat told Vic he hadn’t forgotten, however. Vic worked his dick, waiting until Rob was pushing up with his hips, his breathing shallow. When Rob sighed, Vic stopped and tucked Rob’s straining erection back into his pants and zipped him up.

Rob’s head jerked up off the bed. “What the hell—”

“Who’s in charge, Rob?”

Rob sank back onto the bed, pouting. “You are.” His tone was petulant.

“Good. Now, do you want me to continue playing with your dick?”

“Fuck yes!”

Vic cleared his throat. “What happened to me being in charge?”

Rob scowled. “I said it, but do you seriously think my dick is listening to me now?”

Vic had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “I’m going to take the blindfold off,” he told Rob. “Keep your eyes closed.”

“I hate you. I hope you know this.”

“That’s okay, Mama said there’d be days like that.” Vic slowly slid the mask off, being careful not to catch any hair in the elastic. “Okay, open your eyes.”

Rob did so, and cast a scorching scowl at Vic.

“Do you have something to say… boy?”

He tensed, waiting to see how Rob would react to the word. Again, he was surprised when Rob’s sullen expression morphed into a goofy grin.

“No, nothing. Sir.”

Vic pulled Rob up off the bed and slammed their mouths together. He’d heard the honorific so many times in the past, but not one of them had been as sweet as the one Rob uttered. He pressed his tongue into Rob’s mouth, claiming it as his own. God, how he wanted to tell Rob about his feelings, but Vic knew he had to be patient. He couldn’t allow his enthusiasm to overwhelm his common sense.