I clutch my hands into fists. “On the bed. Hands behind your back. Now.”
It’s all I can say.
Luke runs a thumb across his bottom lip, tugging it down slightly, and then nods.
“If you say ‘please’.”
My eye tics.
“Now,” I growl.
Luke’s cheeks flush a little darker. “You got it, Doc.”
And then he disappears down the hallway.
I feel my heart flutter at his compliance, and I second guess my decision for a swift moment, before I’m unbuttoning my shirt sleeves and rolling them up my forearms. When I get into the bedroom, I see Luke kneeling on the bed, his hands behind his back, his shirt off. He looks over at me, and our eyes meet.
I need this. I shouldn’t, but I do.
“You were disobedient.”
“Fuck yeah, I was,” he says with a smirk, and I bristle slightly. The torture he put me through. I’ve been aching for days. He won’t be smiling soon. No, he will be panting, and begging.
“Keep your hands behind you. If you move them…hm, just don’t move them.”
“Breaking the rules is very tempting,” he says.
I grab onto his jaw firmly and force his eyes to meet mine. “Obey.”
“When you say it like that,” he mutters, and his cheeks flush. Oh, he likes being told what to do.
By me.
I move behind him, reach around, and unbutton his jeans, the sound of the zipper echoing throughout the quiet room. He’s already hard, his cock pushing out against the denim. I lower his pants and boxers until the fabric is stretched across his thighs, then I slide my hands across his hips and grasp onto him. A low groan slips from his mouth.
“Not a sound,” I say, and he huffs his frustration as I let go.
I press my hand against his spine and push him until he’s face down on the bed, his ass up in the air. Then I work his pants off until he’s completely naked.
“Spread those legs,” I say, and he does, his cheek pressed against the sheets, his hands still clasped behind him, ass up.
And fuck, I could get off to this image for months.
“Have you ever bottomed before?” I ask, and he shakes his head slightly.
I reach down and grab onto his ass cheeks and spread them, glancing at his hole while kneading the hard flesh of his ass.
“Just because I’m trans doesn’t mean I can’t top. And Luke, I’m going to top you. You’re going to come because Iletyou come.”
He presses back against me, and I feel heat pooling in my abdomen. The ache is throbbing now.
I let go of him, walk to my closet, pull out what I need, and roll it out onto the bed.
Luke groans as he eyes it. “Fuck. Me. You’re so hot. You even have a torture kit.”
I slide my fingertip over each toy, and he follows the movement before I stop on a long slender plug.
“Fuck,” he mutters, and I grab onto the paddle lying at the end and swat his ass. Hard.