Neutral Zone Trap - Bianca Sommerland Page 0,58

Ryan never kept him waiting for more than a day. Braxton couldn’t help having a one track mind when he was that horny, which made it hard to do anything productive. Hard, not impossible, which Ryan proved by giving him small tasks and rewarding him by...making him even more turned on.

His Dom was evil.

And I fucking love it.

After scrubbing down from head to toe, in and out the way Ryan had taught him, Braxton dried off completely, then went to the bedroom to stand in ‘wait position’, still naked. The bedroom was kept warm for this very reason, though it didn’t take much in the summer, just the central air not being on high.

On the bed, Ryan had already laid out Braxton’s outfit for the night. Forgetting the position, Braxton trailed his fingertips over the leather straps, smiling up at his Dom as he came into the bedroom.

“That’s what I like to see.” Ryan returned the smile, coming up behind him, kissing his shoulder before landing a solid smack on his bare ass. “You happy, not you moving when you’re supposed to be waiting. Let’s try that again, pet.”

Ass stinging, Braxton drew his shoulders back, squared his feet, and latched his hand to his wrist behind his back. He managed not to lean into Ryan when his Dom moved close to his side, cupping his cheek, then trailing his fingers down Braxton’s chest.

“Much better.” The warm approval in Ryan’s tone was like another touch, one Braxton craved more than anything. Reaching out, Ryan picked up the straps. “Let’s get you set up, I’m finding myself impatient to show you off.”

The subtle reminder that Braxton would be in front of other people like this—even some of his teammates, who were regulars at the club, which was owned by The Dartmouth Cobras upper management—sent a shiver up Braxton’s spine. He wasn’t shy, but this was different. Exposing a whole new side of himself.

But his focus would be on Ryan. On his Dom’s pleasure. On each new experience.

Or...at least that was the plan.

Watching him with the intensity he always had when they were about to do a scene, Ryan tapped Braxton’s arms, motioning for him to hold them up as he began pulling the straps over his chest, with a V right over the center. More straps were done up snug along his back, under his ribs and over his hips, until Ryan got to the ones that fit around the top of his thighs, framing his already very interested dick.

Next came the leather cock ring, or what Braxton liked to call absolute torture because having it put on was both erotic and a tease. He held his breath as Ryan secured it in place, heat spreading along his cheeks and down the back of his neck as he recalled the last time they’d used it. Braxton had playfully thrust into Ryan’s hand and got his dick slapped in response.

Won’t be doing that again…

Maybe.

The final part of the outfit was a pair of snug leather shorts and soft calf length boots. Once Braxton was dressed, he waited for permission to move.

Ryan snapped his fingers, giving the hand gesture for Braxton to kneel. Once he did, Ryan brushed his hand over Braxton’s hair. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I never forget how much I love you, but times like right now? It consumes me in a way I need time to truly absorb. I’ve played at sharing this part of my life with others, but with you I don’t need to hold anything back. Because it’s not mine. It’s ours. You give it meaning and that’s why I decided to do this while we’re alone.” He reached over, pulling a black square box a bit bigger than his hand from under one of their pillows.

Wetting his bottom lip with his tongue, Braxton kept his gaze locked on the box as Ryan opened it. Inside were two collars. He’d expected one, they’d discussed it over the past two weeks, but the silver one with the solid circle that would rest at the center of his throat was a surprise.

“I made sure it’s long enough not to be too obvious when you wear it under your jersey. It’s a day collar.” Ryan seemed to study Braxton’s face as he took the collar out of the box. “It’s a symbol of my commitment to you, and yours to me, every hour of every day even when we’re apart. You said you wanted a full time power exchange. I