Page 37 of Almost Strangers

I gave Adrian time to do as I’d ordered — and fuck, that thought was hot — then emerged, heading to his room.

The door was closed. I paused for a moment, unsure. Did that mean he didn’t want me in there? My foot shifted as I nearly backed away and left. It could be a sign that we’d gone too far and he was thinking better of it, but I forced myself to knock on the door.

“Yes… Master,” Adrian’s voice called out quietly, without the fear I’d been dreading and half-expecting to hear.

I gathered myself, straightening my back and ordering myself out of the headspace that was Owen rather than Master. Anything else would only complicate this even more.

I turned the door handle, slowly opening the door. My eyes immediately found my brother. I faltered when I saw him there. My breath caught in a hiss, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw the way he held himself.

Adrian was waiting, kneeling naked on the floor, his toys and everything else we might need laid out neatly in front of him. He looked like a porn star or like he was in the start of a dirty movie, but the look in his eyes was more tender than any actor could fake. It was so damn incredible it made the words stick in my throat.

Adrian finally spoke, watching me in that quiet, almost loving, way. “I’m ready, Master.”

Breathing was natural. Breathing was something my body did on its own. I didn’t have to remember to breathe — but fuck, it felt like it was impossible in that moment. I gaped for a moment longer, licking my lips. Then I stepped in and closed the door behind me, cutting us off from a world that would never understand and leaving us alone in his room.

Sanctuary.

It took me a moment to remember what we’d discussed, and I strode farther in. I picked up the collar and gazed at him, though I didn’t allow my eyes to linger too long on his nude form. Not yet, not until I was sure that we were both ready to do this.

“Are you ready?” I asked, my voice steadier and quieter than it usually was. “Once the collar goes on, remember that your safe word is red. If you need me to slow down, tell me yellow. All right?”

“Yes, Master.” Adrian blinked up at me, then shifted a little. Was he trying to hide his hard-on or just uncomfortable kneeling? I wasn’t sure which. He blushed a little and finally glanced down at the floor. “I didn’t need them last time but with the tail…” His voice trailed off then he took a slow breath and looked up at me. “I want the tail, but it makes me nervous.”

I nodded. “Tell me if it gets to be too much.” The words weren’t a suggestion. They were an outright order. “You want to please me, don’t you? So make sure you’re comfortable. My pup doesn’t need to be afraid.”

“I’m not afraid of you.” The earnest words were almost too sweet.

Maybe he should’ve been. I still didn’t know what I was doing beyond the little bit I’d toyed with before. This was nothing like my experimentation had been. This wasn’t a game, and I didn’t want to fuck it up. We weren’t in a BDSM club with guidance, or judgment for that matter, but I wanted this to be just right for both of us.

I was imagining doing insane things with his naked body, and he was just looking at me like I hung the fucking moon.

“I’m nervous. But not afraid of anything we’re going to do together.”

I went to him, crouching down beside him. “Head up,” I murmured. He shifted, and I slid the collar around his neck. Even more tension eased out of him as it settled into place, and I knew that was as good of an indication as any that he was ready.

I finally let myself look at him.

His dark brown hair was normally short, but it was starting to grow out a little. I liked it on him. It gave him more of a relaxed look instead of like an uptight Wall Street wannabe. It might not have been nearly as messy as mine, but I was willing to bet I could change that. Trying not to look at the rest of his body proved impossible. His long torso was lean, but more muscular than I’d expected. I dragged my eyes down to his full ass and the hard cock that was too erect to be hidden.

I crouched down, finally giving in to the urge to touch him. This was my pup. I was his master. He wanted to be touched, and I wanted to touch him. For right now, it was that simple.

I rested my hand on his shoulder blade, then started to run it lightly down his back — lightly at first, then more firmly as I gathered myself, as this felt more natural and more right. It took me a moment to get the nerve, but my hand slid from his back to his front. I traced lines along his body, around his nipples, around his belly button, and down, until my hand hovered only inches from his cock.

I could feel a shiver race through Adrian, but his quick inhalation and the needy little sound that escaped made it clear it was arousal and not fear that was coursing through him.

Shaking, he finally let out a low whine and rocked his body into my hand. His dick brushed my fingers, and he gasped and whined again.

“Does Pup want Master to pet his gorgeous cock?” I murmured. All of him was beautiful, and he was the perfect size. He was neither too small nor too large, the ridges were defined without being too much so… and a drop of precum glistened at the tip, just waiting to fall.

Adrian gave a low bark, looking slightly unsure but desperately needy at the same time. He turned and leaned closer, nuzzling his face against my neck then giving another low bark. I wasn’t sure if he needed reassurance or if he just didn’t know how to ask for more, but playtime was as sexual for him as it was relaxing.

I was breathing heavily already. The feeling of his face against my skin, the sound of that bark… I was just as hard as he was. For a split second, it felt wrong, awkward, but it didn’t stay that way. How could it when he was so beautiful, so willing, so perfect?

“Good boy,” I praised. “But Master needs to do something first.” I’d planned on waiting longer, but I was going to end up coming into my pants like a teenager as it was. I might as well get the full experience before I embarrassed myself.

I settled back onto my heels and picked up the bottle of lube, letting him see it and giving him the chance to protest or ask me to slow down. I didn’t want to, but one word would be enough to bring all of this to a halt.

Adrian’s eyes got wide, and he gave the tail a long look full of need and worry.

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