Page 26 of Whirlwind

Julio’s eyes were eating him up. But that just couldn’t be right.

“I’m fat,” he blurted out.

He wasn’t sure how he expected Julio to respond. Agree with him and walk away? Deny it with one of those little white lies that neither of them believed?

But Julio didn’t do either. He slowly traced a lascivious gaze up Taylor’s body, from head to toe. Then, he gripped Taylor’s shoulders with each hand, looking deep into his eyes. “Do you know what I love about your body?”

It seemed to be a rhetorical question, so Taylor didn’t answer.

“I love the contrasts. Your body’s so thick and strong, but you choose clothes that make you look dainty and sweet. That really,” he ran a hand down the lace at Taylor’s chest, “turns me on.”

Julio looked Taylor over again, but now he was thoughtful instead of flirty. “I also have to be honest and say that when I see you so nervous, and you’re willing to share it with me… that’s a huge rush.

“I don’t know how to explain it better, but being a Dom, I just… I want to push you just a little bit out of your comfort zone and then be the one to guard you and keep you safe while you’re there.

“I want to help you be your best, most true self, but I’m selfish about it, too. I want to be the one who leads you there. I want to be the one who sees you when you’re vulnerable and helps you turn it around into something sexy and brave. Does that make any sense?”

Taylor nodded, but he still wasn’t sure he understood everything. It sounded fucking amazing.

Like he could do anything, and Julio would be there to support him. Like Julio actually wanted to deal with all of his little insecurities and crazy desires.

But he was still worried about something. “Does this mean that you want me to be weak?”

Julio shook his head. “No, baby. It’s just the opposite. You’re the strong one. You’re the one who has so much strength that you can let me open you up like this and see what’s inside. That’s fucking brave. It’s beautiful. It makes you beautiful.”

Taylor tried to make it look like he agreed, but Julio seemed to catch him faking it. Julio always did. He kind of loved it that Julio wouldn’t let him get away with anything.

“I will tell you as many times as you need to hear it, love. You are beautiful. And I am so lucky to have you.

“We still need to do a lot of talking about what we each want, and what this is going to look like. But I promise you that whatever you want, whatever you need from me, I want that, too. Every bit of control that you’re willing to gift me with… I will grab it with both hands and then keep it safe for you.”

“You mean like… dressing me?” Somehow, that idea was just as intimate as sex. Especially if Julio wanted to choose his clothing every day.

Julio’s eyes burned. “Will you give me that gift?”

Taylor nodded. He felt like every nerve in his body was poised for something exhilarating, but incredibly relaxed, too.

“So good for me, love. Let’s get you ready for our date, then.”

The actual clothes that Julio picked out weren’t that surprising. A pair of dark jeans, a deep purple collared shirt, and a pair of black shoes.

But he slipped them on to Taylor’s body with reverence.

Taylor’s cock had been half-hard the whole day, but Julio just zipped the jeans over it with a little pat—possessive, but not sexual. Neither of them said a word, which made it feel like an intimate dance, with meanings that only the two of them could know.

Taylor’s heart leapt when Julio chose the purple shirt. Taylor had bought it because he was in love with the color, but it was just masculine enough that he hoped no one would question it. He didn’t wear it very often, but Julio had pulled it from his closet without hesitation.

Now, with a gentle hand at his back, Julio led him across the hall to the bathroom. Placing one hand on his shoulder, he urged Taylor to sit down on the closed toilet lid. Taylor complied like he was in a trance.

Julio wet his hands, and then ran them through his hair. He followed it up with a comb. It felt heavenly. Every muscle in his body was relaxed.

“Can I cut your hair, sweetheart?”

So, that was a bit of an odd request. But Taylor didn’t really give a damn about his nondescript, worthless hair. It was always messy and unpredictable, no matter what he did to it, so he usually just let it grow until he got sick of it and hacked it all off. “Sure.”

Julio left for a moment and Taylor could hear him digging around in the kitchen. It was so weird, realizing they were on their second date but Julio knew where he kept the good scissors.

In a moment, Julio was back with the scissors, a folding chair, and a hand broom. Julio wrapped a towel around Taylor’s back, another around his front, a third on his lap, then pulled over the trash can. He had clearly thought this through.