When Oakland explained, Polo nodded. He did understand, that was why he’d taken the extra step to reassure the Dominant even more than he’d asked to be reassured. When he was told to stand, Polo stood without hesitation. It wasn’t often that people outside of a select few took the time to order him like this and none of those people were here, so it was already thrilling to feel the air against his bare skin. The blindfold came on and the last thing that Polo saw was Oakland. The image burned behind his eyelids, which closed on instinct. “I can’t, Sir, and I’ll keep my eyes closed, I promise.” He would too, he would be good. If Oakland didn’t want him to see, he wouldn’t see. Polo was about to bite his own lower lip as he waited for what was going o happen next as a means of keeping his eagerness and excitement at bay when the Dominant bit it first. He gasped in surprise, a sound that began as an inhalation of air and ended as a soft moan. Before he knew it, those lips and hands were all over him and all he could think to do was stand there with his hands open at his sides, fingers flexing. His head tipped back and moved easily with the guidance of the other man. The sounds of Oakland breathing and moaning in his ear were enough to send chills through him. Honestly, he’d already been hard by the time he felt fingers curl around his cock and his knees felt weak. He was over the moon, then those words were said and he stuttered out an incoherent few sounds before he was able to find legitimate words. “Y-Yes, Sir. You’re right, I am.” Both needy and going to do exactly that. Swallow, then a daring and more solidly spoken, “Gladly so.” He wanted to reach out, but he remained still and obedient, knowing it would be all the better when and if he were allowed finally. The order to speak was vague, so he ran with it a little bit, wanting to let out some of his feelings and taking the opportunity. “You’re incredible, Sir. Thank you. I’m on edge, I can’t wait to see what you’ve got planned.”
“Good boy. You’re answering my questions just like I need. That impresses me. That’ll be good for you in the long run.” He smiled even though Polo couldn’t see it. For just a second, Oakland put his palms against Polo’s cheeks, holding him gently before bending to give the Submissive a gentle and reassuring kiss. All the sounds and energy Polo had given him left Oakland needing some contact himself but he kept himself controlled, thinking of the plans he had for the evening. Feeling Polo’s hard dick rubbing against his upper thigh brought the Dominant to connect their hips quickly, thrusting into Polo. “Good boy.” He whispered into Polo’s ear, biting at his earlobe. “Keep making those noises. I want to hear everything. Every feeling, every sensation, every bit of pleasure you’re feeling.” Oakland was gasping and moaning right along with the Submissive, pressing into him, letting Polo feel what he was doing to him, too. Oakland paid attention to every little thing, every sound and every feeling, realizing that Polo wasn’t touching him back. The obedience gave the Dominant a rush unlike any he’d felt in a long, long time. “Very good. I think you’re incredible, but we’re going to get into that later. Right now, this is about giving you what you need. Trust me. Trust me to give that to you.” Kissing Polo one more time, Oakland wrapped the leash around his fist, giving the Submissive a yank. “Back on your knees, we’ll see how long I can keep you on edge.” Once Polo was back on his knees, Oakland began to move, walking slowly at first so that the Submissive could pick up on their pacing. While Polo crawled, Oakland lead him through the halls of Dalton, down into the lobby, and to the front doors. “On your feet.” He commanded, waiting for Polo to adjust himself before he pushed open the doors, moving outside of the building and into the courtyard. He’d grabbed the duffel bag before they left his suite, and once they reached the center of the courtyard, he dropped Polo’s leash. “Stay.” He commanded, turning to place the bag on the ground. After digging for a few seconds he produced a couple of items, carrying them back to where Polo stood waiting. The cool night air prickled his skin, and he shivered in anticipation. This wasn’t something Oakland normally did unless he felt comfortable. But, he did feel comfortable. And, in this case, his senses as a Dominant had overcome any reservations he might have had. In a moment, the Dominant switched into his full mindset- seeing Polo standing there, leashed, the blindfold covering his eyes, hard and waiting for whatever he had planned, gave him a rush he couldn’t describe. Stepping up, bringing his body flush with the Submissive’s. “You look so pretty, Polo. So pretty. So sweet. So fuckable.” Okland’s voice was low, with a near growl underlying his words. “I’m going to fucking ruin you, do you understand me?” It had been longer than he could remember since he’d let himself be this way with anyone, holding back not only for fear of judgement, but for not wanting to scar or scare a Submissive. Polo was different though and he’d known that since he’d seen the Sub’s desires boards. He reached quickly to undo the collar, letting it fall to the ground before immediately replacing it with his hand around Polo’s throat, squeezing. He moved as he choked him, backing the Submissive up against a nearby tree, pressing his body into it before moving in again for a rough, biting, passionate kiss. He applied more pressure to Polo’s throat, timing himself before releasing him. “What’s your color, Polo? What are you feeling?”
