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position was hard on his knees after a while. Then he jumped
as Damian passed his hand over his arse.
"Still a little pink and warm. Be grateful I'm not making
you sit on your ass all day, pet." Damian chuckled.
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"Thank you, sir."
Damian smiled at the rebellion in his sub's voice. "What
are you doing on your knees, naked, wearing my collar and
cuffs, pet?"
Nick opened his mouth and paused, thinking before he
spoke. "Pleasing you, sir?"
"Very good, pet." With a final caress to the shining curls,
Damian returned to his desk and appeared to forget Nick's
presence entirely, applying himself to his paperwork.
* * * *
Nick's mind churned, racing between anger, discomfort,
embarrassment, and finally acceptance. He realized when he
stopped fighting his desire to submit, he felt much more at
ease. He achieved an almost Zen-like state of mind when he
focused his attention on Damian, studying the ruggedly
handsome face and fine physique.
The look of proud admiration in the deep blue eyes helped
reconcile him to his position. And the office was warm enough
that he was comfortable.
The photographer spotted the release of tension from
Nick's body the moment that he accepted that he was
Damian's for the day. He was breathing more easily, and his
muscles relaxed.
Damian got up and patted Nick's head, feeling the boy lean
against his leg. "Very good, pet. You begin to understand. Let
go of all your considerations and give it all up to me."
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He bent to stroke gently up the inside surface of Nick's
thigh, watching the boy's cock stir with the caress. "You may
take the pillow and sit on that chair."
Nick stood up shakily, grateful for Damian's hand on his
arm, helping him to his feet. His knees were creaky and his
arse was stiff from maintaining his position. He sank onto the
chair, grateful for the pillow, and crossed his legs.
"No, pet. Open your legs. I want to see everything."
A flush spread over Nick's face. It wasn't as if Damian
hadn't seen him naked before and in much more
embarrassing positions, but being told to splay himself open,
so that all his bits were exposed to Damian's glance, simply
reinforced his submission.
It dawned on him that this was exactly what Damian
wanted. It was difficult for him, but he managed to do it.
"Very pretty, pet," Damian praised him, and Nick arched
imperceptibly, proud that he'd pleased the older man.
Nevertheless, it was shaping up to be a long day for Nick.
* * * *
After a delicious afternoon of teasing his pet with random
touches and an occasional swat, Damian wrapped up his work
and was surprised to discover that he'd actually accomplished
more than he'd hoped to.
"Well, pet," he drawled. "Today was quite a treat for me.
And tonight I have a treat for you. Please put these on. Leave
the collar and cuffs on."
Nick was instantly quivering with apprehension, wondering
what Damian was going to require of him next.
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"Yes, sir," he said softly. He rose to pick up the pile of
clothing Damian had set on the desk. His eyes flew to
Damian's questioningly. "I'm supposed to wear this out?"
"Sir," Damian suggested firmly.
"Sir, I'm supposed to wear these out?" Nick repeated. He
really didn't want to go anywhere public dressed like this. And
in the collar and cuffs!
"Yes, pet. And why do you suppose that is?"
"Because you say so, sir," Nick said with anxious
resignation.
"Get dressed."
Nick pulled on the dark red leather pants he had modeled
in the catalog. He'd forgotten just how low they sat on his
hips and how tight they were. He buttoned the thin, white silk
shirt to his throat, remembering when Damian had made him
wear the collar under his shirt to the restaurant. He started to
tuck the shirt into the tight trousers when Damian came over
to him.
"No, pet," he scolded. "Not like that."
Damian pulled the shirt free, so that it hung loose over the
trousers, and unbuttoned most of the buttons, exposing the
collar and the smooth, golden chest. He left two buttons
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