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Happy that my public appearance was over, I relaxed on the sofa and browsed the Internet, searching for new colors. I wanted to put together a plan to redecorate the main floor public rooms of my house.
Nicolas called and interrupted my search. He said, “You were phenomenal. I just caught the news. They’re positively buzzing about you. Are you sure you’re ready to save the city? They’ll accept nothing less. They think you’re a kind of superhero. “
I threw my head back and laughed. “I only said what I thought made sense. My speech didn’t unveil any grandiose plans.”
“You’re a natural in front of the camera. They’re going to talk about you for weeks. Mark my words.”
I hoped Nicolas was at least partially wrong. It would be easy for the new notoriety to get overwhelming. I said,” I just want to get the work done. I don’t need the spotlight.”
“Spoken like a true humble public servant. Can we celebrate tonight? Are you busy?”
The day was a whirlwind of activity, and I was tired, but I wanted to see Nicolas. I said, “I don’t know whether I have the energy to go out.”
Nicolas wouldn’t give up easily. He said, “Come on down to the studio then. We can order in and have our own private little celebration.”
I couldn’t say no. We were starting to rebuild our relationship. I told him that I would be there by 7:00. It would give me time for a short nap. Nicolas’ energy crackled like electricity through the phone. If I could match him, I knew we could put together a night to remember.
When the door opened to the studio, I froze in shock. I had time before leaving home for a nap, but Nicolas had time for something else. He filled the studio with hundreds of burning candles.
Everywhere I looked, flames flickered and cast shadows on the wall. The candles came in all shapes and sizes, from small votives to pillars placed on wrought iron stands. Nicolas reworked the studio into some kind of romantic paradise.
Best of all, the host was shirtless when he met me at the door. He was barefoot, too, and wore only his jeans. My heart pounded fiercely in my rib cage when I wrapped my arms tight around Nicolas and offered him a fierce kiss.
I reached up and rubbed my fingers over Nicolas’ bald head. His kiss tasted sweet, and I wanted to dissolve into his arms. He pulled me out of the doorway and kicked the heavy steel shut. We continued to kiss while Nicolas’ hands began to roam. His fingers deftly unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it back off my shoulders. I broke the kiss and gasped for breath.
Nicolas grinned wickedly. “My man is back.”
I looked down for a moment. “Your prodigal boy, Sir.”
Nicolas’ next action shocked me. He bent down to slip one arm behind my knees and lifted me off the ground. I scrambled to wrap my arms around his neck.
Nicolas carried all 170 pounds of me as if I were as light as a feather. I burrowed my face into his neck and planted feverish kisses on his flesh while he carried me to the far corner of the studio.
The small apartment space underwent a rearrangement, too. Nicolas placed two mattresses side by side on the floor and covered them in a sea of pillows of all shapes, colors, and textures. As he gently lay me down on the impromptu bed, I noticed two large coils of rope half-hidden by a large throw pillow. I shivered with excitement and stared up into my Master’s blue eyes.
I broke the silence with a simple question. “Did you do all of this for me?”
Nicolas placed a single finger on my lips. “It’s for us. Of course, your success as a budding TV personality is worth the celebration, but this is for us, Ryan, in celebration of a new beginning. Tonight we start again.”
I relaxed on the pillows, and Nicolas threw himself down at my side. He traced a single finger down the center of my chest and stared hungrily into my eyes. My stomach rumbled and prompted my other question. “I’m horny as fuck now, but food? Is there something getting cold?”
Nicolas laughed. “Yes, there’s Chinese on the counter by the sinks. Don’t move, and I’ll be right back.”
Nicolas returned with little takeout boxes and proceeded to feed noodles to me. He was skillful with the chopsticks. Nicolas spoke with a low, rumbling voice. “I have to confess that I love feeding my boy.”
I slurped a noodle between my lips. “I can take that many different ways, Sir.”
Nicolas held a snow pea to my lips. “And it should be.”
I took the morsel into my mouth and slowly chewed while Nicolas pushed against my chest, causing me to lie back once again. He reached down and slowly unbuttoned my jeans.
My heart pounded like a hammer in my chest when I heard the zipper slide down. I wriggled my hips while Nicolas tugged on the jeans and slid them down and off my body. The boxers followed, and I was naked, fully vulnerable for my Master. He offered me another bite of noodles and said, “I’ve wanted to do what comes next for a long time.”
I blinked while I wondered what was next. My stiff, heavy cock flopped upward against my belly. Nicolas reached for the coils of rope and pushed me over onto my stomach.
I obediently placed my hands behind my back, and within seconds, Nicolas roped them up securely. He shoved a finger between the rope and my wrist to make sure my blood circulation would not be impaired, and then he rolled me over onto my back once again. He said, “I’ve never fed a bound man.”
