Page 42 of The Star in Room 7

He pulls me into an embrace, holding me tightly like he’s done dozens of times since the day we met. I melt into his arms and against his chest, allowing his musky scent and the firm beat of his heart to calm and ground me. Gradually, thoughts of Nate crowd out every trace of her, until there’s nothing but the two of us and my rising desire for him.

He must feel some change in me, because the next thing I know, my back is against the wall again and he’s kissing me passionately, his body pressed against mine exactly the way I imagined. He’s so strong. Every inch of him is firm. He makes me feel safe, and so fucking turned on I can barely stand it.

He slides his hand between us, stopping as he reaches the top of my shorts. He looks into my eyes, waiting.

“Please touch me, Daddy.”

He smiles, kisses me again, and slips his hand inside my shorts and underwear to grasp my cock. He strokes me off, achingly slowly at first, moving his big, strong hand from my root to my tip with a slight turn of his wrist. As my breathing becomes shallower, he speeds up and squeezes harder until the pressure is so intense I can hardly stand it. It’s been so long since I’ve had another man’s hands on me that I come far too quickly. I press my forehead against his shoulder, clutching hold of him as I gasp through my orgasm. My knees buckle, but he puts his arm around me, stopping me from falling. He kisses my lips, my jaw, my neck, his hand still stroking my cock as it becomes limp. My underwear and shorts are damp and warm. I laugh. It’s a good thing I brought a full change of clothes.

12

NATE

“I’m glad you enjoyed that, sweet boy,” I say tenderly.

“I did! Thank you, Daddy.”

“Can you stand? I’ll fetch a cloth to clean you up.”

Zach grabs hold of me, stopping me from moving. “I’m going to need more than a cloth. But… Uh… Could we play?”

“Now?”

“Yes.” He nods eagerly, his eyes lit up with a fire I haven’t seen before. “I… I like the idea of being blindfolded again.” He licks his lips. “Maybe being tied up. Possibly… feathers?”

I cup his jaw. “That’s a lot, baby. Are you sure you’re ready for all that?”

He shrugs. “I hope so. You’ll stop if I’m not, won’t you?”

“Of course.”

“I like how being blindfolded made me feel. I like how you make me feel. I… I never realized I could let myself be submissive and now that I have… It’s amazing, Daddy. You’re amazing.”

I hug him again. “We don’t have to rush anything. We could shower, make some lunch together. It must be getting close to that time of day.”

“I don’t want to slow down. Not this time.”

I still hesitate. He’s probably riding the high of his orgasm. Based on what he’s told me, it must have been a while since he’s been with a man, over a year at least. I have to remind myself that, as eager as he seems, he’s still reeling from finding a stalker in his home. Not just that, but the reporters following him home and leaking where he lives. He’s still vulnerable. And while a scene might help him forget, it’s only a temporary solution, like sticking a Band-Aid on a wound that really needs stitches. But if this is what he needs right now, who am I to deny him? It’s up to me to take care of him, however he needs me to.

“All right.” I release him and step aside. “Choose a blindfold.”

“And restraints?”

I purse my lips. “I’ll choose those.”

“Okay.”

The damp patch on the front of his shorts shifts as he crouches to look through the blindfolds in the bottom drawer. Eventually, he chooses an eye mask, similar to the one I found at Halo House last night, except this one is made from royal purple silk. It will look beautiful against his skin. Once he’s done, I choose the softest restraints I have and select two different feathers: a soft, fluffy ostrich feather and a firmer goose feather.

“Do you want to get changed first?” I ask.

He meets my stare. “I want to be naked.” There’s a slight quiver in his voice, a note of trepidation, perhaps?

“Are you sure, sweet boy?”

He hesitates for a moment before nodding. “I trust you.”

Is he trying to find out how deep that trust runs?