Robin walked through the front door of his house to be greeted by the sight of Scott, naked and on his knees.

“Baby?”

“Welcome home, Master.”

Red’s brain clicked into Dom mode at the sight of his beautiful man on display. Everything about Scott’s body was a huge turn-on, but the most exciting thing about him was his willingness to do anything his Master wanted while they were in a scene. “To what do I owe this honor?”

“We’re alone and I thought I’d take advantage of the moment.”

“Where’s my mother?”

“With Susie. She’s taking her to see a movie.”

“The plot thickens,” Robin said in a low growl, moving toward Scott. “Did you plan this?”

Scott nodded. “I wanted some quality time with you without worrying about being overheard.”

“Love…”

“Make me fly, Master.”

Robin’s heart almost stopped beating when he heard those words, and his cock certainly appreciated the phrase. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this hard this quickly. “Come with me,” he said softly, stretching out a hand. Scott rose and allowed Robin to lead him down the stairs to their playroom.

The room was chilly, as most subterranean quarters were apt to be. Noting the goose bumps that had erupted all over Scott, Robin turned up the thermostat a notch to get some warm air flowing. He wasn’t sure if Scott’s body was reacting to the cold or anticipating the scene.

Robin stood in front of the bureau filled with toys, trying to decide what they were going to do tonight. He wanted to do away with pain for a change and concentrate on sensation play. Scott had mentioned an aversion to bondage when they’d first gotten together, but had never come right out and said he was vehemently against it. Robin wanted to push him tonight. He looked like he could use an intense scene; they both could. It had been far too long.

For starters, he was going to deprive Scott of sight and sound. He pulled out a black silk scarf and a box filled with foam rubber earplugs. A ball gag would complete the picture. He turned and heard Scott gasp when he saw what he was holding. “Are you okay with this, love?”

“Yes, Master,” Scott answered quickly. He appeared intimidated by the sight of the ball gag, but since he’d never indicated any hard limits, Robin felt free to use it.

“Get on the lacing table,” Robin ordered.

Scott headed toward the narrow table with a row of eyehooks affixed on both sides. He sat in the middle, in between the hooks, and he laid back, waiting for Robin’s next order.

“I’m going to deprive you of everything tonight, love. No sound, no sight, no movement. You think you can handle that for me?” Robin asked in a softly modulated voice.

“Yes, Sir,” Scott responded quickly.

“While I have you restrained, I will do everything in my power to make you come, but you mustn’t until I give you the okay. Understood?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Is there anything you want to say before I place this gag?”

“How will I safe word if I can’t talk?” Scott asked.

Robin knew his boy was more than a little anxious. The physical signs were pretty obvious. His cheeks were flushed and there were tiny drops of perspiration dotting his hairline. Scott wasn’t a gagger, nor was he averse to being restrained. However, this was the first time he would experience complete deprivation at the hands of his Master and it was Robin’s obligation to make sure that Scott felt safe.

Robin stepped forward and kissed Scott, lingering for a few minutes before he placed a tiny bell in Scott’s hand, the type you’d find attached to a bike handle. “Ring this if you want me to stop.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“I’m going to be right here the entire time. Never forget that.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“Would you like a sip of water before we begin?”

“Yes, please.”

Robin handed over the bottle of water he’d pulled out of the mini fridge and watched Scott take large gulps. He devoured him with his hungry gaze, taking in every part of his beautiful submissive, starting with the blond hair that fell in a soft sheet over his forehead. Scott’s lips were pink and full as they wrapped around the mouth of the bottle and Robin’s cock rose in anticipation of having the same rosy red lips servicing him later in the scene. Scott tilted his head, stretching his throat to the limit, and his Adam’s apple bobbed while the liquid slid down. Robin couldn’t wait to mark Scott by sucking up the soft skin and leaving his imprint for days. He held back even though his cock now pressed tightly against his jeans. Finally, Scott had his fill and handed the bottle back. Robin couldn’t stop himself from kissing him again. He was far too enticing to resist, so he latched on and loved him with his mouth, enjoying the sweetness as Scott met his aggressive tongue with his own. There was no dueling for control tonight, Scott opened up to him, giving himself over without hesitation and Robin moaned in appreciation.

He settled Scott on the table and positioned the ball gag, tying the ends behind his head. “You comfortable, love?” he asked. Scott’s green eyes flashed in panic for one second but quickly eased when Robin said, “I’m here for you, love. I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

Scott nodded and began breathing through his nose instead of his mouth so he wouldn’t gag. He continued to gaze at his Master, but his eyes no longer darted back and forth. He looked at Robin steadily with love that practically oozed out in heart-shaped droplets, radiating trust. His chest rose and fell in a slow and easy rhythm responding to Robin’s voice. Robin took the black scarf and blindfolded Scott, covering the emerald eyes for the moment. Robin left the earplugs for last. He began to tie Scott with the silk rope, crisscrossing over his upper body, passing through each eyehook until Scott was immobilized. “Can you move your hand?” Robin asked, solicitous of Scott’s comfort. “Ring the bell for me, baby.”

Scott rang it twice. Robin was pretty sure that Scott was comforted by the sound of the bell; he had a death grip on it, knowing it was his lifesaver.

Robin looked at his handiwork dispassionately, making sure that nothing was pinched. He’d purposely left Scott’s cock free of the rope, and it lay thick and heavy against his stomach, enticing Robin as moisture escaped from its slit, a testament to Scott’s comfort level and arousal. He bent down and sucked up the salty liquid, reveling in his boy’s taste. Scott groaned and attempted to lift his hip, but he was unsuccessful. “Relax, baby.” Robin crooned, caressing Scott’s face and licking his ear, teasing him with his soft, warm tongue. “Just breathe, nice and easy.”

Robin removed the earplugs and hesitated, unsure if he wanted to completely deprive Scott. Part of his appeal as a Dom was his voice. Scott responded on a primal level, and he hated to withhold that one source of comfort, so he decided not to take away his hearing this time. Perhaps another day, after tonight’s experience, Scott might be more relaxed being completely sensory deprived.

“I’m not going to use the earplugs, baby. Ring twice so I know you’re okay with this decision.”

The noise jarred but Robin could tell that Scott was relieved. He sighed, and his limbs sort of melted onto the table, losing some of the tension that had seemed to grip him while he anticipated the earplugs.

“I’m going to start our session with a little electric play, so expect some tingling in the next minute or so. Nod if you understand,” Robin watched as Scott’s head bobbed up and down. “Good.” He walked back over to the bureau, shucking his clothes on the way. His T-shirt was pulled off and tossed. Next, he toed off his sneakers and kicked them across the room, stopping to hop around on one leg and then the other as he peeled off his jeans and underwear. Finally, when he was completely naked, he grabbed the box with the TENS unit and moved back to Scott.