Powerless (2 page)

He nodded, and David shifted next to him, tugging the
restraint from his grasp. The rip of Velcro echoed in the room. David slid the
cuff around his wrist and tightened it. When he didn’t continue to the other
arm, Mark held up his boob-ball and squeezed it.

“Alright, alright.”

David strapped him down, making sure his arms and legs were
tightly secured. Then he climbed off the bed. Mark heard a creak he thought
belonged to a chair.

Then David returned to the bed. “I bought you a present.”
Something brushed against his neck. “Drop your ball if it’s too much.” He slid
something over Mark’s head and covered his ears. Just like that, all the soft
sounds he had been able to hear before disappeared. His world narrowed down to
two senses: touch and smell.

His hearing gone, Mark had to interpret the movements of the
bed to figure out what David was doing. The way the bed sunk and then rose
suddenly made him think David had climbed off. When there was no movement after
that, he decided that was exactly what happened.

Feeling lonely, he turned his head towards where David had
been. As he moved, the soft satin of their best sheets rubbed against his
stubble. He grinned. The sheets on the bed this morning had been a particularly
rough cotton, certainly not something he wanted against his skin when all he
could do was
feel
.

Mark took a deep breath, and his smile widened as far as the
mask would let it. The stiff fabric bit into his cheeks, but he couldn't care
less. There was a slight scent in the air that he knew didn't belong there. It
was the scent of his favorite candle, a clean linen scent that reminded him of
his mother. He breathed it in, savoring it. The smell was so light, he never
would have noticed it without the mask and earmuffs. The candle hadn't been
lit—he couldn't smell any smoke—but it was nearby, probably on the nightstand.

He wriggled a little on the bed, tugging on his restraints.
David hadn't told him he had to stay still. He sniffed at the sheets, taking in
the scent of their meadow fresh laundry softener. His own musk nearly
overpowered it, and he wrinkled his nose. He wouldn't have stopped at the gym
after work, or he would have at least showered before he left, if he had known
what David was planning.

Normally David gave him some sort of heads-up when they
would be playing a game. Even when he didn't tell him, Mark could see it in his
posture and the way he acted. At work, David listened attentively and did as he
was told, the perfect employee. At home, he and Mark kept things on more equal
grounds, sharing the chores and fighting over the remote like a typical vanilla
couple.

During their games, David ruled.

Sometimes that total control leaked into their daily lives.
The signs were indirect, unnoticeable if you didn’t know to watch for them.
David would be subtly dominant at work, nodding politely when given an order,
then handing it off to some other unsuspecting employee. At home, he'd fix his
gaze on Mark and demand a turn with the remote.

And Mark would acquiesce because he knew what that attitude
meant. It meant he could give up control. It meant he could relax, knowing that
all he had to worry about was whether David was pleased with him or not.

The subtle messages went both ways. When he was stressed,
he'd start to take a step back in the boardroom, letting David do the speaking.
Or instead of jockeying over whose turn it was to take out the trash, he'd haul
it to the chute without being asked. Usually David would get the hint and he'd
take care of him, giving him the break he needed.

Maybe that was the reason behind tonight’s game. Things had
been really difficult at the office with a big merger and the acquisition of a
smaller company both happening within a month of each other. Mark had been
stressed, but he didn’t think he’d been sending out signals. David knew him
better than he knew himself though, so maybe he had seen something in Mark that
he hadn’t.

The thought made his heart speed up. He’d been with so many
guys who didn’t get him, who expected him to always be as in-charge and
powerful as he was in the boardroom. David got him in a way no other man ever
had.

Mark pressed his cheek into the silky sheet. His evening
stubble scraped across the fabric, sending shivers down his spine.

His dick took notice of the sensation. It had been hard for
so long he had almost forgotten about it, lost in the dark silence of his
thoughts. He remembered it now though, and he rocked his hips slightly, pushing
it against the sheets. The satin didn’t have enough friction, so while his
movements felt good, they weren’t enough. He rocked harder, grinding into the
mattress.

Pain blossomed across his ass. He sucked in a breath. David
had spanked him again, harder this time. Evidently moving wasn’t allowed.

He let out his breath in a whoosh as something tickled his
left foot. It felt like a feather duster was tracing his footprint, following
the edge of his sole from his heel to his toes and back again. Then it slid
down the middle of his foot.

Fuck, that tickled! He jerked his foot away from the feather
duster. A hand came down on his ass. He froze.

The feather duster returned, this time on his right foot—the
more sensitive one. He swallowed hard.

The duster moved from his toes, past his heel, then his
ankle. It traced his calf muscle, making him shiver. His skin prickled with
goose bumps as the feathers caught on his leg hair. It slid up the back of his
thigh, barely caressing the bottom of his butt cheek, before sliding back down
to his foot.

It lingered at his foot this time, swirling in circles at
his arch. He held his muscles taut, trying hard to remain still, but his
reflexes got the better of him. He twitched, his foot sliding away from the
acute stimulation.

Ouch! He was smacked again, quick and hard, and before the
pain even had time to fade, the feather duster was back.

He held himself rigid this time. He could stay still if he
tried harder. The feathers swirled around the arch of his foot. They tickled so
much it hurt, but Mark bit his tongue and held still. After a few minutes, the
feathers moved on, and he nearly sighed in relief.

The duster travelled back up his leg to his backside and
lingered there, tracing his buttocks and sliding down the crack of his ass to
brush against his balls. The sensations were exquisite, but they weren’t
enough. He ached to move, to rut against the bed, but he held still, the threat
of another spanking heavy in his mind.

At last, the feather duster was pulled away. Instead, David
used his fingers to tickle Mark. He started with his feet, both of them at the
same time. His short fingernails traced the edges of his feet. Mark shivered
involuntarily.

David began to move upwards, drawing patterns on his calves.
He lingered in the crease of his knees, then drew zigzag lines up and down his
thighs. Each line got closer to Mark’s ass. Finally, he slid one finger across
his butt. Still far too gentle for Mark’s preferences, the finger wiggled into his
ass crack, then slid down until it stopped at his hole.

The other hand moved to his hip and urged him up. Mark
struggled but managed to pull his legs towards his chest, propping his ass up
in the air.  The restraints on his arms were too tight to pull them into his
body, so he was stuck with his face against the sheets.

The finger on his ass began to press harder. Mark pushed
back, opening up for it to slip inside. Shit, he always forgot how much he
loved the burn of being stretched open.

The hand on his hip disappeared, and a few moments later,
cold lube dripped onto his ass. David’s finger slipped out of him long enough
to gather up some lube. Mark relaxed as much as he could, and his muscles
easily loosened up enough for two of David’s fingers to press inside.

Something changed then, and David sped up. His fingers
brushed against Mark’s prostate, and he moaned. Instead of spanking him, David
did it again. Mark arched back into his touch, reveling in the intense
pleasure.

A third finger joined in, spreading Mark wide, then a
fourth.

The bed shifted and Mark imagined he could hear it
squeaking. He pressed his face against the mattress and shoved his ass into the
air. He was beyond ready. The fingers disappeared. David settled into place and
eased his cock into him. Mark grasped at his arm restraints, holding them
tight.

Then David pulled out and slammed back in. He set a harsh
pace, hitting Mark’s prostate every time. Mark whimpered under the assault, but
he didn’t move. David had control, and Mark was happy to give it to him. His
cock ached, but he didn’t even try to reach for it. David gripped his hips and
thrust faster, ramming deep inside of him. Shit, he would hurt tomorrow, but
right now it felt like bliss.

David tugged on his hips, knocking him off balance. His knees
slid across the satin, spreading him uncomfortably wide. His cock barely
brushed against the sheets. It wasn’t enough, and yet it was. He could feel his
orgasm building up in his balls. Locked in the dark silence, all he could do
was feel.

David thrust again and his knees slid even further apart. He
could feel a burn in his muscles now. His hamstrings ached, and the only thing
that kept him from falling flat onto the bed was David’s harsh grip on his
hips.

The pain battled with the pleasure he was feeling. He
couldn’t decide whether he wanted to scream or cry.

David released one hip and reached around him. He grasped
his cock and tugged.

Mark exploded.

He screamed, though he couldn’t hear it. He lost his balance
completely and fell flat on the bed. David slid down along with him, the new
position forcing him to shorten his thrusts.

His climax rocketed through him. Without his sight or
hearing, every sensation was heightened. He could feel his screams rattling
through his bones. His nerves tingled from the tips of his toes to his ears.
Even his heart beat felt stronger and faster than normal. As his blood pulsed
through his body, his cum leaked out of his cock, an afterthought in the
aftermath of his explosion.

Each of David’s thrusts bumped into his ass, scooting his
whole body across the slippery sheet. He drifted, losing himself in David’s
rhythm until the steady thrusts stuttered to a stop. David collapsed onto him.
Mark took a deep breath and pressed himself into his lover. He wanted to feel
him inside and all over. David must have though he wanted him to move; he
rolled off Mark’s back.

He began to remove the restraints. Mark lay still as they
were removed from his wrists and then his ankles. He smiled when he felt David
pull off the earmuffs. The mask came off next.  He opened his eyes slowly. The
room was brightly lit, and he had to blink until his eyes adjusted.

David sat next to him, a peculiar look on his face.

“Hi,” Mark croaked. He cleared his throat. “Hi.”

“Hey.” David dropped something on the floor, probably the
mask. “You okay?”

Mark held up his boob. Even in the midst of his orgasm, he’d
held onto it. “I’m good.”

He nodded. With one fingertip, he brushed a lock of Mark’s
hair from his face. “I don’t get you.”

“Hmm?”

“I tied you up, left you blind and mute, and you grinned
about it.”

Mark fought the urge to bury his face in the mattress once
more. “Yep.”

“I left you powerless. Didn’t it make you angry?”

He shook his head. “I trust you.”

David frowned, his forehead creasing. “It’s not about trust.”

“But it is.” Mark rolled onto his side and propped his head
up on his hand so he could see David’s face better. “I know you won’t abuse the
power.”

“And if I did?”

“You wouldn’t.”

David turned away. “I already did.”

“How?”

His shoulders slumped. “I started a game angry. I know
better than that, but I wanted you to understand.”

Mark sat up completely. He scooted until he could sit on the
edge of the bed. Setting aside his boob ball, he grabbed David’s hand.
“Understand?”

“I’m not a secretary,” he mumbled.

“No, you’re not,” Mark agreed, though he wasn’t sure where
this was going.

David threw his free hand into the air. “I’m not a barista
either!”

“Nope.”

“Then why send me to get coffee?” He turned to Mark. “Why
me? Am I so useless?”

Oh. That’s what this was all about. “No, you’re not
useless.” Mark pressed a kiss to his boyfriend’s stubbly cheek. “I was just
jealous.”

“Of me?”

“Nope.” He turned David’s head toward him and kissed him
hard on the lips. “Of all the attention you were giving to that CEO.” The lecherous
old man had spent the entire morning leering at David. “I sent you out because
I didn’t want to share you with his greedy eyes.”

David pursed his lips. “You’re lying.”

“And why would I do that?”  Mark shook his head. “You’re
much more valuable to me in a sales presentation than you are getting coffee. I
just couldn’t stand to have him looking at you.”  He groped his ass. “This is
mine.”

“Oh.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I’m sorry about—”
he motioned to the mask on the floor “—all this.”

“Hmm, don’t be. It was perfect.”

“I took my anger out on you.”

“You still kept it safe and consensual. You gave me a safe
object and you made sure I was okay when I floundered.” Mark wagged a finger at
him. “But if you’re still feeling naughty, I’d be happy to spank you!”

David let out a laugh. “I don’t think so.”

Mark twined his fingers with David’s. “Next time, we should
talk
first
.”

David sighed. “Yeah.”

“But
afterwards
…” Mark handed him the boob ball. “Well,
I like being powerless.”