Don't Look Back - 26. Chapter 26 (5.5)

The drive back to the Crockett seemed hella-long to Marshall. But he didn’t dare fidget and reveal his impatience to Lee. And he definitely knew better than to touch himself, although the temptation to do so was great. He cast surreptitious glances at Lee, in the guise of taking in the scenery like any visitor to San Antonio. Instead, he secretly admired his handsome profile, the curl of Lee’s dark lashes over his blue eyes, the curve of the lush lips he longed to kiss.

Damn, he was one fine man.

Marshall swallowed a moan.

Lee turned his head, fixing Marshall with that all-seeing gaze of his, the one that pierced Marshall’s very soul. He didn’t have to say a word, and Marshall knew he knew. Had the temperature in the car just shot up twenty degrees?

All Lee said was, “You can shower first. Then assume the position and wait for me.”

“Yes, Sir,” Marshall replied throatily.

Back in their room, Marshall hastily stripped. He stuffed his dirty clothes with the other laundry, then stepped into the shower. Quick but thorough. He didn’t bother to wash his hair, since Carlisle had just done that, but he did manage to get rid of the tiny pieces of hair that had found their way beneath his shirt and begun to itch.

After he’d toweled off, he knelt on the floor at the end of their bed, head down, hands palms up against the small of his back. He heard the rustle of Lee’s clothes as he removed them, the clunk of his belt buckle when he tossed it onto a chair.

Don’t look, don’t look…

But he looked anyway, against his better judgment. Lee stood in the doorway to the bathroom, bare-ass naked and looking like a god.

“That’ll cost you,” Lee commented before he disappeared from view. Marshall couldn’t help but smile, as he resumed his former position. Listening to the sound of running water, Marshall couldn’t help but think about Lee, and what was to come, and his cock twitched in anticipation.

A short while later, Marshall heard Lee return, but he never raised his head, keeping his eyes focused on the beige carpet beneath him. He had no idea what Lee was doing, but he caught glimpses of his bare feet as he moved about the room, accompanied by strange sounds—mysterious rustlings and metallic jangling.

“On the bed,” Lee directed at last. “On your back.”

Marshall obeyed without hesitation. He lay full-length upon the bed, awaiting further instructions. Lee approached him wearing nothing but a grin. In his hand was one of the sleep masks that had been in a drawer of the room when they checked in. Marshall gave him an inquisitive look. “Yep, for you.” Lee nodded. “Lean up a bit.”

He slid the mask over Marshall’s head, and blackness filled Marshall’s vision. This was something new. They’d never used any sort of blindfold before. Marshall shifted a little nervously. The darkness made him uncomfortable, too much a reminder of things best forgotten. Lee placed a soothing hand upon his arm.

“It’s all right,” he assured him. “I’m here, I’m right here.” The words were comforting, but still Marshall was a little leery.

He felt Lee’s warm breath against his ear. “If you don’t like it, use your safe word and I’ll stop. I promise.”

Marshall believed him, and he trusted him. “Okay,” he agreed, and was rewarded by a trail of warm kisses along his jaw.

“I’m going to let go of you now, but just for a second.”

Marshall felt an absence when Lee moved away, and for a moment he seemed to be ungrounded. But then as the bed shifted under Lee’s weight andhe knew he’d returned, and Marshall relaxed again. Lee’s hand stroked his hip, down along his leg, stilling the slight tremors there. Then Lee touched his half-hard cock and placed something around it.

The cock ring. That meant Marshall was not to come until Lee allowed it. What else did his lover have in store for him, he wondered?

He received his answer as he felt something metallic ring first one wrist, and then the other. Both arms were then stretched, one at a time, toward the head of the bed.

The handcuffs, Marshall realized. Lee’d promised they’d use them tonight, didn’t he? Lee was nothing if not a man of his word.

Once Marshall’s arms were in place, Lee spread his legs apart. Marshall felt exposed, even if he couldn’t see.

“First the punishment.” Lee was whispering in his ear once more. “Just like I promised.”

Somehow, Lee managed to make punishment sound sexy and exciting. Marshall relaxed a little more.

The next moment, he almost jumped out of his skin as something very cold was pressed against one of his nipples. What in the world? He quickly realized Lee had an ice cube in his hand. Compliments of the hotel, no doubt. If they only knew to what purpose it was being utilized…

Marshall felt his nipple harden from the ice. Damn, that was cold, but he didn’t dare complain. The next moment he didn’t mind so much as Lee engulfed the cold nipple in his warm mouth, and the sudden change in temperate was simply exquisite.

Marshall couldn’t help himself. He moaned in delight.

“Like that, do you, boy?” Lee murmured, even as he applied the ice cube to Marshall’s other nipple.

“Mmhmmm/” Marshall’s only coherent thought was if this was to be his punishment, then bring it on, baby, bring it on.

Marshall felt Lee take his other nipple into his mouth, warming it as well. But he obviously wasn’t done. He slid the ice cube down Marshall’s chest, heading south. Marshall knew what lay that way, and pleasurable though the sensation on his nipples was, he had his doubts how his cock would feel about such treatment. Without thinking, he squirmed, and for that he received a swat against his leg.

“Want more punishment?” Lee drawled.

“Sir, yes Sir!”