If You Were Mine
by
Jane Davitt
“If you were mine, I’d keep you naked. Not for long; couple of days,
three at most. I’d want to get to know you, see? Naked in bed’s one
thing, but it’s not the same as watching you walk around, seeing your
muscles move – yeah, you’ve got them. Hide them under the baggy tat you
call clothes all you want, but you’re not bad. Want to see them. Want
to watch you sit – and yeah, you’d be all self-conscious wouldn’t you?
Legs crossed, sitting straight...wouldn’t let you do that. Make you
sprawl out, the way you do when your body’s tired, and your head’s
empty, and you lie in front of that crappy little telly and fill it up
with junk. Like to see the shadows on you, like to make you stand in
the light...
“Like to fuck you with my eyes. Oh, you know I could get you hard like
that. Make you stand in front of me, look you over nice and slow, never
touch you, not once, never get close...just look and stare and look
some more, until you were breathing so fast even you could hear your
heartbeat...You’d feel me looking even if your back was turned, like
sunshine on your skin, heating it until you were burning up with
wanting me to touch you, until all you could think about is how it’d
feel if I did. Or I’d sit in my chair and just watch you wander around
and you’d know, every second you’d know I was looking. Ever been hard
for hours? I could do that to you. Get you so ready for it you’d come
at a touch, come at a whisper, come for me...”
The bedclothes shifted but Xander didn’t turn to look at the chair.
“Not yours.”
“Wasn’t what I asked, pet. Asked if you wanted to be, didn’t I?”
Silence. He started again. No rush.
“If you were mine, I’d –”
“Yes.”
“’Yes’? Is that ‘Yes it’s what I asked’, or ‘Yes, you want to be’, or –”
The sheets were thrown back and Xander walked towards him, naked, eyes
glittering, cock hard. “You talk too fucking much, Spike. Just too
fucking much.”
“Going to untie me then?”
“No. First you make me come. No touching.”
“And if I can’t?”
Xander glanced down and swiped his hand across damp flesh, looking
amused. “Oh, I think you’ll be able to. But this time you’ll get to
watch.”
The End
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