Pain Play (Play Series 3) finally here!
Yeah, so this happened. I’ve been very naughty and it took me over a year to finish the next installment of Phil and Terry’s D/s journey. Not gonna lie, this is a pretty filthy read, but there’s a lot of heart too. It took me in a slightly different direction than I thought it would to. But the characters control all, so I blame them. Let’s just say that Gerard and Marco are more integral to Phil and Terry’s lives than ever before.
Here’s a quick peek. Enjoy!
Terry sucked in a breath at the sound of the lock in the door. Phil was back earlier than he’d expected, and nothing could make him happier. He jumped up, scurrying to the door to make sure he was in perfect position when Phil stepped over the threshold.
“Ah, you must’ve been close by.” Phil laid his hand on Terry’s head, the customary greeting something that always gave Terry peace. “I could use your help bringing in the bags from the car.”
Terry rose to his feet and pursed his lips.
Phil shook his head as he chuckled, but leaned in to give Terry the kiss he’d been not-so-subtly asking for. Phil retreated then pinched Terry’s ass.
Terry narrowed his eyes. “Baby. I’m a pushy baby.” Terry frowned. That didn’t sound how I thought it would. “I meant your baby, not that I’m a baby.” He let out an aggravated sigh. “I sound like a goofball.”
Phil squeezed the back of Terry’s neck. “Actually, you sound unsettled, a little cranky. Is something bothering you?”
“Um, I’m not sure.” At the arch of Phil’s eyebrows, Terry struggled to get his meaning across. “I’m not hiding, I swear. Give me a few minutes while I unload the car to run things through my head, okay?”
Phil nodded, then patted his back before dropping his arm to his side. “All right. But I’ll help you out so we can get it done faster.”
“If it’s all right, Master, I’d like to do it by myself while you get comfortable. I think…” Terry gave a small growl. “I’m all anxious, like I’m trying to crawl out of my own skin. Which of course, leads me to think I’ve gone insane.”
Phil regarded him with a piercing gaze as he seemed to study him. “Hmmm. You know, a lot has happened in the past couple weeks. A lot of big emotional changes and new commitments. Frankly, I’d be surprised if all the new elements that’ve been introduced into our lives wasn’t affecting you on a deeper level.” Phil narrowed his eyes. “I have a thought. Once you’ve collected everything from the car and put it away, I want you to meet me in the bedroom.”
Terry’s eyes widened. He was pretty sure he knew what that meant. Maybe not exactly what would happen, but at the very least, that they’d be engaging in some play. “Okay. Is there anything about the food I need to know? Can it all go in the fridge, or does something need to go into the oven to stay warm?”
Phil smiled. “No. I assumed we wouldn’t be eating immediately since it’s still early, but I also wanted to leave my options open. I’m glad I did.” He winked. “Don’t keep me waiting too long.”
Terry scurried to do Phil’s bidding, only sneaking a few peeks at what Phil had brought home when he would spot a particularly enticing container. Ooh, my favorite eclairs. He opened another box. Awesome. Spicy tuna roll.
Phil’s voice rang out from across the house. “Are you rifling through those containers or putting them away?”
Terry hurried along as fast as he could without endangering their party snacks. Once he’d finished putting everything away and tidied up, he rushed to get to the bedroom.
“Someone seems anxious to discover what wicked things I have planned for them.” Phil quirked a smile, his heated gaze giving Terry a jolt of arousal. The fact that Phil had taken the opportunity to change out of his street clothes and into his skin-tight leather pants only added to his need. Phil’s bare, lightly furred muscular chest had also thrown him off his sub game.
Terry snapped into position and lowered his gaze. “Anxious to do my Master’s will.”
Phil ambled slowly around him, occasionally trailing one finger with the faintest of touches across his skin. Terry never knew what part of his body he would trace, or when Phil would choose to make contact, and soon he found himself thinking of nothing else. He waited. Waited for the touch that would connect them even if it only lasted a few seconds.
“Time for another soft limit. Before I picked up the food, I made a quick stop somewhere else. You may relax and meet my eyes so we can discuss it.”
Terry lifted his gaze, but instead of looking directly at Phil, he glanced past his shoulder to their bed. He furrowed his brow. “Is that a rubber sheet?”
Phil let out a sigh as he rubbed his forehead. “No. It’s not a rubber sheet. It’s a thin vinyl material that serves two purposes. One is the tactile sensation when you lie on it. The other, is indeed to protect our regular sheet.” Phil grasped Terry’s chin between his thumb and index finger. “Did you hear what I said we were to do tonight?”
Terry searched his mind, reaching back to the beginning of their conversation. “That we were going to try another soft limit.”
“Exactly. Is there anything on your soft limits list that would necessitate the use of a rubber sheet?”
Terry chuckled, feeling a bit ridiculous. “True. And anyway, it would make more sense to do something like that in the tub.”
Phil placed his hands on his hips. “Do you think we could return to my original plan for tonight?”
Terry cleared his throat. “Yeah. Sorry. I guess I was—ow!” Terry grabbed his chest where Phil had just twisted his nipple.
“Do I have your full attention now?”
Phil smirked. “Oh, you’ll be full all right. No worries there.”
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