Page 14 of Whirlwind

“But we don’t do any of that unless you want it. You can even say yes to one or two things but not the others. This is your chance to tell me what you want.”

Taylor licked his lips. “I want… that.”

Julio loved this timid side. He couldn’t wait to see him bloom under his guidance. “I need more than that. What do you want?”

“Um… everything that you said. I want the, um… control?” He squeaked.

Interesting that he’d picked up on that out of the whole list of things. “You know that means that I get to decide what we do and how we do it. You can always, always stop me if you ever don’t like something, but if you’re begging me for something I might or might not decide to do it. Only I would get to choose.”

Taylor nodded slowly, already blissed out on the idea. Sweet Jesus. “Safe words? I mean, do I need a safe word?”

Julio smirked. “Do you already have one picked out?”

Taylor shook his head shyly. “No, I just read about them.”

“Well, darling, you won’t need one for anything we’re doing tonight. Just say no or stop if you don’t like it. If you want to talk through something, you can say wait or just ask a question.

“If you want to try out safe words, though, red, yellow, and green work well. Just like a traffic light. If you have any questions, now’s a good time to ask.”

Julio backed the car out of the parking spot and drove onto the nearly deserted streets. He’d wanted to see Taylor’s reactions before, but he hoped that his boy would feel more comfortable asking questions without any eyes on him.

They drove in silence for several minutes. He could almost hear Taylor thinking.

His words burst out suddenly. “What if I don’t like it?”

Julio rested one hand on his meaty thigh. “If you don’t like it, we stop and do something else. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t like, and I won’t be disappointed. You’re asking good questions.”

The silence continued. Soft lights travelled across the dashboard as they drove. “I’m, I’m not very… I’m kind of a big guy.”

Julio’s heart hurt. He stopped at a traffic sign, and just put the car into park. It was near midnight and there was no one behind them, so he could focus all his attention on Taylor.

“Baby, you’re perfect. Do you know how hot that is, having a strong, beefy guy kneeling for me? Knowing that you could probably bench press my weight, but you’re submitting because you want to please me? That’s fucking sexy.”

“I don’t look like those guys at the club. The ones that you...”

Ah, fuck. Julio was now cursing every hookup and relationship in his past.

Since he hadn’t been able to get Taylor, he’d usually gone for the body types that were least likely to remind him of what he couldn’t have. Not to mention that, more often than not, subs were more inclined toward the twink end of the spectrum. It certainly wasn’t a hard rule, but he’d slept with a lot of smaller, leaner guys. Fucking stupid.

He’d had some idea that Taylor was worried about his looks, especially with his preferences for lingerie, but he didn’t realize that it ran so deep.

“Sweetheart, there isn’t just one body type that’s better. You’re gorgeous. Just like you are. And you’re going to be even prettier when you dress up for me.”

He pressed a soft kiss to Taylor’s lips. Taylor gave him a doubtful look. At this point, though, there was only so much that words could do. He eased the car back into drive and kept going, giving Taylor a moment to think.

He wished that he had something sexy for Taylor to wear tonight. He knew what he’d be shopping for this weekend, but that wouldn’t help right now. Was there anything in his toy box? Or somewhere else in the house?

He had a few strips of some satiny material that could be used as a blindfold, but that wasn’t enough.

Maybe something else more feminine? His sister, Carmen, had left a makeup case in his bathroom years ago that he kept forgetting to tell her about. He saw it occasionally at the back of the bottom drawer when he was searching for band aids or something.

But he sure didn’t know how to put it on someone, and if Taylor didn’t either that could just make him more nervous. Did that shit expire?

He’d love to see his baby with a bit of eyeshadow and blush someday, but this might not be the time.

He continued to catalogue the contents of his house until he remembered something. Carmen was always storing crap in his garage since she had a tiny apartment downtown, and he was almost sure that she’d left a pile of lacy tablecloths there last summer after some fundraising event.

He still had no idea what he’d do with them, but he’d always been of the opinion that almost anything could be put to a kinky use. He had a lot of expensive toys, but he’d also played with some DIY materials like bicycle inner tubes bundled into floggers. Kitchen utensils were amazing.