Robert's POV

Having Jerry over for dinner was doing crazy things to my heart.

The intention of dinner was to talk about the scene we were about to do. Or, at least, that was what I convinced myself. As I found us twenty minutes deep into a conversation about his writing class, I was beginning to realize that I had ulterior motives.

"And then Finn said that he felt bad for him!" Jerry sputtered, tossing his hands in the air. "Can you imagine that? So anyway, Finn has been updated by aliens and we need to call Will Smith STAT."

It was hard to stare adoringly at Jerry over a romantic dinner when he said the most bizarre things.

"What?" I asked, shaking my head. "Will Smith?"

Jerry bit his corn and nodded. "Men in Black, duh. That was about aliens. He'll know what to do if we call him."

I reached across the table to hold his hand and he let me. "You're the one who's psychotic between the two of us and that is a fact."

He waved me off and squeezed my hand. "Whatever, you just don't understand my genius. So, tell me a little bit about the scene instead of being mysterious. Look, I'm almost done with my potatoes."

Sure enough, Jerry had cleared off his dinner at a record pace. It amazed me how he could shovel food so fast into such a small body. Maybe that was why he was constantly bursting with so much energy.

Except during sex. In a weird dichotomy to his typical behavior, Jerry always found quiet and focus during sex.

"Well," I began, feeling arousal creep down south. Just thinking about it turned me on. "I was thinking about your request. Something that makes you feel like I'm in charge, right?"

Jerry's face went beat red. "Eep! Don't just talk about it. That's, like, personal! And embarrassing!"

I laughed at his innocence. "Jeremy, the whole point of kink is to talk about what you want and what you don't want. You want to feel like I'm in charge, right?'

He tried to duck his head and mutter, but I lifted his chin and made him meet my eyes. Face beat red, Jerry muttered, "Yeah, I guess so, you crazy mushroom."

"It really embarrasses you that much?" I asked, tilting my head to meet his eyes again. "You were just talking about humping your lunch in writing class."

Jerry waved his hands randomly. "That's not the same! That's like, a joke, you know? That's me being funny. But when you look at me like that and put your fingers under my chin and make me tell you something personal?" He shivered, faking disgust, but I could see his lust clear as day. "You're a donut."

I smirked. "Glad to turn you on, sweetheart."

"AH! You're psychotic."

I lifted an eyebrow, but didn't fight him. Maybe Jerry needed to act funny to disguise his true feelings, but I wouldn't let it fool me. I resolved, right then, to ask Jerry to be honest with me a lot more. Starting now.

"Do you want me to tell you about our scene?"

Jerry flushed. "Sister seriously? I've been dying for it."

I would have to figure out where that 'sister' thing came from. It alarmed and slightly offended me.

"I want to tie you up," I told him, watching his expression. "I was thinking a simple, decorative harness. Maybe even secure your legs so I can easily access everything." Jerry's gorgeous brown eyes widened in surprise and his mouth parted a little bit.

I wished he was wearing his collar, so I could tug him closer to me by the ring.

"Um— that sounds good," he gasped, eyes dark. "Yeah, I think I could probably live with that idea. Um, are you gonna hang me from the ceiling like the artsy people do?"

I chuckled, mostly because he looked so excited. "No, I think it would be best to start on the floor, with a soft rope. If you enjoy rope bondage, we can work our way to more complex scenes."

He nodded absentmindedly. "That sounds really great. Could we start now, maybe? I'm really excited for this. It might not be peeing, but it still sounds pretty okay."

I snorted. He wasn't ever going to let go of water sports until he tried it, apparently. "Yes, we can, but first we'll clean up from dinner. I'll put away the food and you wash the dishes?"

"I am your guest!" Jerry said, putting up a fake-indignant act of stomping his foot and sticking his nose in the air. "Guests don't clean."

I stood up and smirked at him, making him hesitate. "On your knees."

His act dropped completely. "Huh?"

I waited.

Jerry's eyes widened and his cock was clearly hard in his pants. "Oh, hello. Okay. Um, yes, Sir. Shit."

He dropped to his knees and looked up at me expectantly.

"You're not my guest; you're my submissive," I corrected. "And you do what I say. Go on, get to cleaning."

"What the shit? That was going so well..."

We cleaned up after dinner with a spark of sexual tension in the air. I could tell that Jerry was just as excited as I was when a plate slipped through his fingers and shattered on the floor. The apologetic look that he sent me was downright adorable.

The second we made it to my bedroom, I said, "Strip" and watched, with the delight, as Jerry battled between his desire to sass me and his desire to please. It was even better watching the desire to please win out.

Jerry was a natural submissive and he didn't even realize it.

It was almost magical to watch him slip into the correct mindset. He moved from making silly jokes and teasing comments to absolute stillness. I moved him to the center of his room and instructed him to remain still. His muscles relaxed, as well as his facial expressions, and he became pliant.

It took some submissives years to find that place of center and peace. To my surprise, for Jerry — a riot of a human and a complete ball of endless energy — it was second-nature.

There would come a time when I would try to shock him out of that calm and keep him on his toes. There would come a time, surely, when he'd find a way to combine sex and his light-hearted personality. But for now, I embraced the seriousness he had for our scenes. It meant he was learning. It meant he cared.

I trailed my fingertips up and down his arms slowly, loving the small goosebumps that appeared in the wake of my touch. His mouth parted and his eyelashes fluttered from beneath the red blindfold.

The kiss I pressed to his lips was soft and sweet. Like a charm, Jerry's muscles relaxed and he pushed into my touch.

Perfect. I had him where I wanted him: focused on me.

I'd chosen a cotton rope for us, because it was soft and the deep dyed red would look gorgeous against his pale skin. I wanted to give him a simple, decorative harness; something that made him feel surrounded by me.

I worked slowly, pulling the rope gently around his neck and making the knots down the front. I let my hands trail over his skin, making him shiver and moan. Occasionally I'd reach down and palm his length, but I tried not to get too distracted.

Jerry sank into my touch as I worked. He became more reactive to me and his moans heightened. I kissed along his neck just to hear his high-pitched gasps.

When the harness was done, there was no doubt that Jerry was in a world all his own. He was stone-still and relaxed, hardly reacting to the sounds I made around him.

Now to break him out of that.

"Step backwards until you feel the bed," I commanded, voice intentionally loud to give him a jolt.

Sure enough, Jerry startled for only a second, and shuffled back. When he stopped at the edge of the bed, I lowered him to his back.

With the rest of my rope, I went back to work with tying a frog tie, keeping his ankles to his thighs and securing his legs wide open with rings in the walls.

Jerry was gasping by the time I was done, because of my soft touches and his vulnerable position. He enjoyed being spread open in front of me, with his back arched.

"Look at you," I groaned. "Spread wide open for me. What a little fucking slut."

Jerry moaned and bit his lip. His arms reached down to cover himself, and I nearly growled out loud at his disobedience.

"Do not," I snapped, pausing his hands mid-air. "You will keep your hands above your head on the mattress. Do not move them."

Jerry whined, but obeyed. "Yes, Sir."

Hearing that from him was so fucking hot.

I took out a nice and powerful wand vibrator, excited for the reaction it would no doubt get from Jerry. Without warning, I turned it on and the tip of his cock.

The sound he made was incredible. Caught somewhere between a scream and a moan, Jerry arched his back to desperately escape the oversensitive stimulation.

"Go ahead and squirm, boy," I teased, a shock of arousal going through me as I watched his discomfort. "You won't be escaping it."

My words finally made him crack. "Oh, fuck," he cried out. "That's— oh, shit. Sir, please—"

I took it away and he gasped. "Please what?"

He whimpered, clearly not even sure what he wanted.

Lucky for him, I had other plans. I put the vibrator to the side and took out a fleshlight. The second the tip of Jerry's dick was inside of it, he shuddered and thrusted upwards.

I slapped his thigh and he cried out. "Stay still, boy. And remember; you can't come without permission."

Jerry's teeth sunk into his pretty bottom lip as he cried out. The skin around his shoulders and face were beginning to pinken, and his breaths were coming short and stuttered.

He was so gorgeous.

I tortured him with small pumps of the fleshlight and intermittent buzzes of the vibrator. Eventually, I had Jerry begging me for release.

"Please, Sir, let me come," he pleaded, thrashing about. He was a good boy, though. No matter how much he moved, his arms stayed by his head.

When a tear slipped through the mask down his cheek, I gave him mercy. As hot as it was to me, I wanted to go easy on my boy. We'd only just started playing.

"Thank you for being so good," I told him, making him sigh in relief. "Once my cock is inside of you, fully inside of you, I'll give you permission to come. Does that sound fair, sweet boy?"

"Yes Sir," Jerry cried. "Please, please..."

I pumped a few lubed fingers in and out of Jerry to loosen him a bit, but he was still loose from before. I rolled on a condom and pressed inside, making Jerry thrash his head around and gasp.

"Good boy, that's it," I praised.

"Faster, please, more—" Jerry broke off to cry out. "Please, I can't hold on any longer."

Neither could I. I thrusted all the way inside, said, "Now, boy" and Jerry came hardly any quicker than I did.

My favorite part of all scenes was the end. I loved seeing my sub completely blissed out, floating in the pleasure that I had created.

With rope scenes, the decline was part of the scene itself. I cleaned us up and untied my boy, knot by knot, making sure to touch every part of his body. Slowly, he opened his eyes and smiled at me.

My heart squeezed so tight at that sweet smile. I leaned up and kissed him, relishing at how soft and pliant he was underneath me.

"That felt so good," he rasped out, then coughed. "That was an acrobatic handjob."

I finished taking the ropes off and kissed him again. "Alright, sassy. Let me get you some water," I offered. "And I'm sure you want a massage."

Jerry spread his limbs like he was making a snow angel. "Yes, please, treat me like a prince."

He was too adorable. I got him some water and fruit as a light snack, which delighted Jerry. "Feed it too me!" he begged. "Then I'll really be a prince."

"Alright, sweet boy," I said, tugging him up against me and feeing him a strawberry. "But in between each bite, you have to tell me either something you liked, or something you would've changed."

I massaged him, fed him, pampered him, and still wanted to do more. We talked softly for an hour before going to bed, but I could've talked to him forever.

This was definitely trouble.