I just felt like writing some power play.


"You were good tonight. You stayed close to me. You stayed quiet, being the perfect trophy. Seen but not heard. Much better than last time."

"Thank you, sir."

"Mmm. Good boy. Now, go get me a drink. We had a long day."

Robert leaned back in his favorite chair, relaxing his muscles as TJ walked into the kitchen. They had just gotten back from an important party for the elite and wealthy. Most were simply there to make connections and scope out the competition.

He heard a glass being set on the small table next to him. He opened his eyes and saw jt was a simple glass of wine. Robert eatched as his husband walked to the front of his seat and kneeled. He removed his shoes and socks, placing them aside. Robert would never get tired of this. . . little arrangement they had. He smirked as he gentle undid his tie, just like Robert told him he liked it. He let out a relaxed sigh as he kicked his legs up. Perfect.

He sipped his wine, further unwinding from the party. Robert was never one for those things. Making connections felt more of hastle than anything, but if he had to go, he might as well have some fun with his husband, who agreed on the whole business socializing speal.

It was easy enough. At least half of the businessmen there had a wife who clung to their arm and served as nothing more than a trophy. perfect.

Sometime into his relaxing, Robert dozed off. he woke up with a light blanket over him, and the slund of mlvement in the kitchen. with a smirk, he climbed out lf his favorite seat to see what is favorite toy was up to.

Robert found his oh so loving husband at the kitchen sink. He slowly walked behind him, and gently placed his hands on the youngers hips, and pulled him towards him, his groin rubbing against him.

"What are you doing, love?" Robert whispered. His voice sent exciting chills down TJ's spine.

"Just cleaning."

"Just cleaning, hmm?"

Robert turned him so they were face to face. He ran his finger through his husbands hair.

"How long was I out, sweetheart?"

"About an hour, sir. i cleaned our bedroom, did our laundry, cleaned the kitchen. . "

"Good boy. i trained you well, didn't I?"

"Yes, sir,"

Robert pulled him in closer, kissing him. with one hand on his lovers hip, and the other on the back of his head, Robert felt him melt in his arms, with not an ounce of resistance. Robert deepened the kiss, earning a man out of him.

"What am I going to do with you?" Robert asked. He played with the buttons on TJ's shirt.

"I'm sure you'll think of something, sir," He said.

"You're right. And I think I have an idea."

Robert took his hand and led the way to their large master bedroom, pausing to pepper him with kisses on the way. Their bedroom housed a king sized bed, and looked to be the definition of classy. Robert separated from him for a moment, to light a few candles already on their dressers. The room slowly became illuminated with dim candlelight.

Robert pulled, nearly yanking him, into his embrace. He loved how his husband melted in his grasp, giving no resistance and handing over control to him. Robert would never get tired of it. He always loved having power. It drove him in his work, and in love. Finding someone who trusted him enough, who loved handing over that control to someone else as much as he liked having it, who trusted him enough with it, was like hitting the jackpot.

After unbuttoning and removing TJ's shirt, Robert pushed him down on the bed. Underneath were ropes intricately wrapped around and tied around his torso. Robert spent a lot of time on those, and it was worth it. He hooked a finger around a line and tugged, causing his husband to arch his back.

"You look really good like this, you know that? Do you trust me?" Robert asked him.

"Yes, sir."

Robert reached into his back pocket for the blindfold he grabbed from his dresser. Tenderly, he tied it around TJ's eyes, making sure the knot was tightened.

"Do you still trust me?"

"Yes, sir."

"Mm. . ."

Robert traced his fingers along the ropes as he climbed on the bed, straddling his hips. His fingers continued upward, until they traced along his collarbone, causing goosebumps to spread across his skin. He firmly wrapped his fingers around his neck. he could feel bith their pulses.

"You still trust me, love?"

"Yes, sir."

"Ha. . .you trust too easily."

Robert let go of his grasp around his neck. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pocket knife. He had it custom made, just for him, with his, well, their last name engraved on it. Kingsman. He flipped open the blade, and ran its side against TJs skin. He hummed, before swiftly cutting him. It was barely more than a paper cut in its depth, but it was enough to draw beads of blood. Underneath him, TJ hissed, but stayed still.

"I bet you still trust me," Robet hummed. He didn't wait for an answer. He tossed the pocketknife aside, and reached over for what he really wanted t play with; the burning candle on their nightstand.

Seeing that a good enough amount of wax had melted, Robert gently blew out the flame. He watched the smoke wave and rise, before slowly tilting downwards. The red, thick, steaming wax dripped down onto his lovers skin. TJ hissed, struggling not to cry out in pain as Robert moved the candle, getting the strings of wax all over. With no more to pour, Robert placed the candle on the floor.

Robert quickly removed his trousers, kicking them aside, and did the same for TJ, before climbing back into bed. He peppered the side of his face with kisses as TJ struggled to catch his breath. Robert nibbled the side of his neck, ready to eave a sizable hickey. With his free hand, he guided his hardened length inside his over. He thrust all the way, finally getting a gasp out of him.

With one hand wrapped firmly around TJ's neck, and another on his side, Robert thrust his hips forward in back in a firm and steady motion. Despite a hand around his neck, or maybe because of it, TJ wore just as blissful of an expression as Robert.

They lost themselves in the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. It's been too long since they fully indulged in their power exchange, and it's been a long time coming. The room became filled with their moans that echoed off the walls of their room.

Robert collapsed on top of his husband after they both came. He rolled over and panted, catching his breath. Opening his eyes, he saw the growing bruises around TJ's neck. It wasn't the first time it happened, and they kept enough makeup around to cover it up.

Robert found his pocketknife again and cut the robe tied around TJ's chest, and it all unraveled from around him. The two of them pulled each other loser, and them embraced under the plush blanket and pillows, slowly drifting off into a restful sleep.


Mikey's next, I promise this time. Then Gus.

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