Bondage Play: Play Series, #2

By Morticia Knight

Phil needs to show Terry some restraint…

 

Terry and Phil have begun what promises to be a very satisfying D/s journey together. Their rough role play was a success, and Terry is ready to allow Phil to have more control over him in all ways. But even Masters have doubts, and when things take an unexpected turn in Phil's film production career, he worries that he's not properly taking care of his boy.

 

Terry craves his Master's control…

 

Terry now knows that being submissive answers a need within himself he never realized existed. Then Phil takes their scenes to the next level as he introduces Terry to more extreme bondage. But will the return of an old nemesis from Master Gerard's BDSM gatherings spell real danger to Terry? Right as the Dom and sub decide to play with Master Gerard and his boy, Marco, the danger becomes even more frightening than they all could've imagined.

 

Note: Bondage Play is Book 2 in the Play Series, and is the continuation of Phil and Terry's D/s journey that began in Role Play. The characters are a committed couple, however there is a scene of group play. While this could be read as a standalone, it's best read after the first book. You can expect an age gap, total power exchange romance with a strict but loving Master, and a snarky but obedient boy.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Knight Ever After Publishing LLC
• Release date: Aug 3, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223985082

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(Play Series Book 2)

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Table of Contents

Book Description

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

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Phil needs to show Terry some restraint…

Terry and Phil have begun what promises to be a very satisfying D/s journey together. Their rough role play was a success, and Terry is ready to allow Phil to have more control over him in all ways. But even Masters have doubts, and when things take an unexpected turn in Phil’s film production career, he worries that he’s not properly taking care of his boy.

Terry craves his Master’s control…

Terry now knows that being submissive answers a need within himself he never realized existed. Then Phil takes their scenes to the next level as he introduces Terry to more extreme bondage. But will the return of an old nemesis from Master Gerard’s BDSM gatherings spell real danger to Terry? Right as the Dom and sub decide to play with Master Gerard and his boy, Marco, the danger becomes even more frightening than they all could’ve imagined.

Chapter One

Yes…

Terry whispered against Phil’s ear as he twisted and writhed beneath him. Phil had shoved his hand between their naked bodies, wrapping his fingers around their hard, heated lengths as he stroked them ever-closer to what Terry knew would be an explosive climax. Phil grunted above him, his movements becoming erratic, his face twisted in a grimace of pleasure.

Terry!

Phil cried out then growled through his orgasm, pushing Terry over the edge with him. It wasn’t until he’d finished pulsing cum into Phil’s hand, mixing his own seed with his Master’s, that he realized how harshly he’d been digging his fingers into the muscled flesh of Phil’s shoulders.

After one more small thrust, Phil collapsed on top of him. The weight of his Master’s body was welcome—needed really. Being in Phil’s care was a revelation after their original relationship had faltered then broken off.

When he wasn’t a Master.

He nuzzled into the crook of Phil’s neck and inhaled the scent of the man he loved so much he didn’t know how he’d survived the three long years they’d been apart. He’d forever be grateful to Master Eric who’d led Phil into the world of BDSM, the one who’d trained him and shown Phil what it meant to be a true Master. By the time Phil had returned from Toronto where he’d been producing a cable TV series, he’d no longer been the self-involved jerk who’d abruptly left without taking Terry’s feelings into consideration.

And now, I’m his sub.

Terry’s surprise at Phil’s grand BDSM revelation had been off the charts. Terry’s limited knowledge of the lifestyle had led him to believe that Phil would want to steal his power from him, push him around the way he’d done before. But as he continued to learn, to grasp what it truly meant to be in a D/s relationship, his love and happiness grew. He’d been unsure and nervous at first, still wasn’t ready to be full-time yet, but the six weeks they’d been working on it as a couple had brought him nearer to the belief that they’d be 24/7 sooner, rather than later.

Especially after the other night. Holy shit, that was hot.

While he could concede that the CNC role play was not for everyone in a D/s relationship—or any BDSM one for that matter—it had taken an enormous amount of trust between them to make it as successful as it’d been. To him, that was a good indicator that they could exist in a mutually satisfying D/s relationship.

I’m crushing you, baby, sorry. Phil’s gravelly voice rumbled against Terry’s temple as he raised onto his elbows. He gazed down at Terry with the hint of a smile. Phil pressed his lips to Terry’s mouth once, then two more times. I love you.

I love you too, Sir.

Phil adjusted his weight to one side then lifted his clean hand to brush Terry’s hair back. Are you ready to talk about our scene at Gerard’s?

It had been a week since Phil had played the role of Terry’s rapist at the private home club run by Master Gerard. As far as Terry was concerned, there wasn’t anything else to talk about. It’d been Terry’s fantasy, his idea in the first place, and he’d already assured Phil that he’d enjoyed every damn minute of it. Then Phil had insisted Terry take some time to let it settle before they went over what feelings might have been brought up because of the intense nature of the scene. It seemed silly to rehash everything, but Phil was the Master, so he’d behave.

Pick my battles.

Tomorrow? Terry yawned for effect. He wasn’t in the mood to disrupt their afterglow.

Phil nodded. That’s fine. Tonight isn’t the best time anyway since it’s late and we both have to be out of the house early.

Phil kissed his neck, nibbling a bit on his skin. Fucking love it when he does that. Terry squirmed, their softened dicks nestled nicely between them. His cock twitched in interest.

I wouldn’t count on it. Phil groaned. As much as I’d like to start up again, I’m too tired and too old to make that happen.

Terry smacked Phil’s arm.

Phil lifted his head, arching his eyebrows. Was that a request for a spanking?

No. Terry frowned. It was an admonishment. You’re not even forty yet. That’s hardly old.

I’ll officially be forty in about six weeks, so it’s close enough. He chuckled. A big part of it is exhaustion, though. He caressed Terry’s hair back again, the gesture soothing. I can remember what it was like when I was your age. I could work hours on end, go out to the clubs then get up after very little or no sleep and do it all over again.

Terry snorted. Then you had more energy than I’ve ever had. I need my eight hours. Terry lightly stroked Phil’s arm. He wasn’t trying to get them going again, he merely enjoyed the closeness. He’d been lonely for so long before Phil had returned. Plus, I’m pushing thirty. Terry grinned.

Funny. You’ve got two years to go compared to my six weeks. Not the same.

Terry had been kidding, but it occurred to him that maybe Phil was self-conscious about their age gap. Masters can have worries, too. When they’d been preparing for their scene, Terry hadn’t taken into consideration how Phil might feel about forcing Terry, even if it was consensual. It wasn’t until Phil had confessed that he’d been worried about why he was as turned on by the CNC fantasy as Terry, that Terry had realized how much Phil cared about them as a couple.

I think you’re amazing, Sir. I don’t give a…darn about our ages.

Hmm. Phil pressed his lips together before continuing. I suppose I sounded a bit insecure just then.

Terry reached up, wrapped his hand around Phil’s nape then pulled him down before plunging his tongue into his Master’s mouth. Since he needed permission to touch when they weren’t making love, Terry used every opportunity he could to physically express how much Phil meant to him when they were. It couldn’t only be about Terry getting what he wanted, even if it felt so fucking good after being disregarded the way he’d been their first time around as a couple. He wanted to show Phil how much he desired him—even if Phil insisted the submission and respect were what truly fulfilled him as a Master and as a man.

The kiss remained languid, each of them taking turns tasting the other until they were both breathless. Soon, they slowed, until their lips were merely brushing each other’s mouths, then their skin. Phil eased his body off Terry until he was flush to his side, one leg and arm draped over Terry. Phil’s breathing deepened almost immediately, and Terry snuggled against his lover, holding on.

I’ll never stop.

****

I’m sorry Phil, but the project has stalled. The other production company we’d counted on to complete the financing has pulled out.

Ellery Vaughn, a longtime buddy of his—as well as his co-producer on what he’d thought would be his first major film—tossed a paper across his desk in Phil’s direction. Phil slid it close enough to read but didn’t feel the need to pick it up. He skimmed the contents of the letter from the company that had originally begged to be a part of the project. Phil pushed it back toward Ellery.

What about Roaming Star Films? Phil kept rubbing his forehead with two fingers as if he could force the piercing headache out of his brain. This seems like the type of thing they tend to invest in.

Yeah. Ellery sighed. Too much like it. In the few years you’ve been out of town, they’ve released one very similar and according to the trades, have another sci-fi in pre-production. The talk is they want to branch out into contemporary suspense thrillers.

Phil nodded, wondering if he could hit Ellery up for some Advil or something. I guess I can understand their reasoning.

Ellery leaned forward, placing his elbows on his desk as he stared intently at Phil. Haven’t you been keeping up on the business? Nothing I’ve said to you is any big secret in the industry right now.

Um… Phil folded his hands in his lap but couldn’t stop the frown he was sure didn’t radiate confidence to his friend.