Wake Up Call

Brian stood in the middle of his playroom, his eyes touching on all of the various pieces of equipment… most devised for pleasure, and others to render punishment. He found himself wondering how long it would take to bring Justin into this room. No matter the time involved, Brian accepted that it wouldn't be nearly as soon as he'd like.

His eyes touched on floggers, handcuffs, ropes, and everything that he wanted to use to make Justin scream in pleasure… begging for a release that only he could give him. He wanted him here now; although, he knew that was impossible. Seducing the boy was one thing, but securing him as his submissive was another thing entirely. Only through patience and trust would he reach his goals. He couldn't allow time, his immense desire, or impatience cost him what he most desired.

Justin. His body to use. His mind to develop. In the process, protecting him from everything and everyone that would ever seek to harm him. Protection was a key factor in a successful dom/sub relationship. As he remembered back to the incident last night at Babylon, he realized those protective instincts had already surfaced. Not only had a jealous rage consumed him, and he readily admitted to himself it had been exactly that, he had also found himself filled with concern. The true definition of a dom/sub relationship. Protection, trust, respect… and unrelenting devotion.

It did amaze him that he already knew that he wanted that exclusivity, and commitment with Justin. Ben had made a valid point, whether he had acknowledged it to his friend or not. What did he know about Justin? The brief report he'd acquired only scratched the surface. If nothing else, he was sure of that. However, that didn't really matter. Instinctively, he felt that Justin was the one. In fact, he had felt that during the interview in his office. Not pursuing him at that moment had been an attack on his self-control. If not a seasoned Dom, with vast experience, there was no way he would have resisted.

Exiting the playroom, grimly realizing he wouldn't be making use of it anytime soon, Brian locked the door, pocketing the key, and slowly descending the winding staircase, the smell of his morning coffee luring him. Moving into the kitchen, he poured himself a cup, carrying it to his breakfast island where he took virtually all of his in house meals, the file on Justin Taylor waiting exactly where he had left it last night. Knowing he had memorized it all to the last detail, Brian still opened it and reviewed it again… his intent to make certain he had it all intimately committed to memory.

There wasn't any detail that would be viewed as insignificant. In his life of supreme power and control, he didn't live in a world of the unknown. Controlling everything was his place of comfort. It was the only place he would exist. His future dealings with Justin would be no different. His eyes continuously drawn to the cell phone number that was clearly displayed in bold type, Brian smiled, deciding there was no need to wait until tonight to make his hopefully soon-to-be submissive intensely aware of him. He would prefer doing so face-to-face… but, he was skilled at exploring any avenue given to advance his cause. This would be no different. The best part of all… his call would be unexpected, at least at this hour of the morning. An off guard young blond could be very interesting…

Keying in the numbers, and immediately placing it in the phone's memory, Brian leaned forward on his stool, patiently waiting for the blond to answer… having no doubt it would be a call to remember. When he heard the husky, almost lazy answer, Brian groaned as he realized Justin must still be in bed. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised. The boy's night at Babylon had ended late… and it was still early yet.

"Good morning, Mr. Taylor…" Brian drawled, speaking after only a short pause hung in the air. "I do hope I am not disturbing you."

A gasp was the boy's initial answer. "M-Mr. Kinney?" Once words were spoken, they more resembled a squawk.

Brian chuckled approvingly, the blond's responses continuing to reaffirm the wisdom of his choice. He was so suited to the role of the submissive… at least, he was in regards to being his submissive. The young man might not be aware of it, but it would be his pleasure to show him. "Indeed, Mr. Taylor. The one and only…"

A rustling sound followed, making Brian think that Justin was going through the process of sitting up in bed, most likely trying to fully awaken and approach this call with more of his wits about him. He couldn't stop his mind from entertaining exactly what the hot little blond wore to bed. Was he naked beneath his sheets, or did something else adorn that luscious body? He couldn't wait to both dress and undress the boy for himself.

"Uhhh, was there something you wanted, Sir?" Justin asked, groaning the moment he heard the suggestive chuckle from his early morning caller.

"What a 'loaded' question, Mr. Taylor. One that I think we both know the answer to…" Brian whispered seductively. "Tell me, Justin… did you wake up with a hard-on, or did your cock harden as you heard my voice - knowing how much I want to get my hands on you?"

"Uhhhh, well… Mr. Kinney, that's not a simple question." Realizing his answer made no real sense, he added, "What I mean to say is… I'm a healthy male; I always wake up at least semi-hard."

Brian's laughter went even deeper. "You intrigue me, Justin Taylor. Immensely…"

"W-why?" Justin croaked, uncertain of why a man like the multi-billionaire could be so attentive on him.

"You never answer as I would expect, or even respond in a predictable manner. I find that delightful, and an added enticement as we move forward."

"I'm not sure where we are moving forward to, though-" Justin interjected, his confusion about that even greater in the light of day.

Brian smiled. Of course the boy was confused. All would be more clear after tonight. "All will be revealed soon, Justin. Now… back to my question. Nice evasion, though. In future such could get your hot little ass spanked by my twitching hand."

"Twitching hand?" Justin asked, knowing he was still evading the question.

His own cock hardening at the thought of spanking such delectable blond boy ass, Brian warned him, "It's twitching even more as we speak. I would suggest you answer the question, Mr. Taylor. I would hate to begin our evening with my hand firmly imprinted on your ass. Or, perhaps I wouldn't mind..."

Justin groaned. He wished he could find that to be as unpleasant as he probably should. "I, uhhhh, was still asleep when the phone rang, so I was barely at the semi-hard stage then."

"Okay. And, how has that little condition progressed?" Brian demanded.

Biting his lip to still another moan, Justin couldn't prevent his cock from responding to the deep, husky sound of Brian's voice, or the aggressive control of his words. The man was amazing, and far too tempting. But… he couldn't stay away. "I'm hard now, Sir. Painfully hard…"

"Good boy…" Brian praised, resisting the urge to slide his hand into his pants and stroke his own throbbing organ. "If you were mine, I could control what happened next. In fact, I would control what happened next…"

Justin gulped. There was that 'if you were mine' phrase again. Why did he find it so fucking hot? He knew that was a key ingredient to why he was so attracted to this man. There were so many reasons… but this dominant side of Brian Kinney, which he suspected was a persona the man lived and breathed 24/7, was the most appealing side of all. "W-what would you do… if, as you say it - I belonged to you?"

Brian growled. Just hearing the boy repeat his words in a different manner made his cock throb to where it suddenly leaked in response. He wasn't one to lose control of an encounter ever. He had to establish that now. The boy would learn his boundaries and respect them. This was the perfect opportunity for such a lesson. "That would depend on your behavior."

"I - I don't understand. How could I misbehave on the phone?" Justin asked him, unwilling to admit aloud how intrigued he was by this extraordinary discussion.

"There are ways, my boy. There are ways. You are a born cock tease… and you know it!" Brian reprimanded him. "If you were teasing me, and I couldn't get my hands on you to discipline you appropriately… well, there are other measures."

"Measures?" Justin asked, his eyes wide, and his cock continuing to expand beneath the sheets.

"As I couldn't spank you over the phone, I could withhold any gratification you received. As your Master, that would be my right." Brian's voice was stern, yet filled with a passion this blond so effortlessly elicited. "However, if you pleased me, I could take phone sex to an entirely new level. As I said, the path would be determined by your behavior."

Justin swallowed, knowing he was only getting himself in deeper, and unable to find the strength to pull himself back. Truthfully, he didn't think he wanted to back out. Knowing he was teasing the equivalent of a primitive jungle cat, Justin asked him, "And, which direction does my behavior inspire you to follow this morning… Sir?"

A low hiss reverberated from within Brian's throat. Teasing, provocative little fucker. That would need to change. He wouldn't have his well ordered control challenged… and this hot little blond was so effortlessly doing so. "You bravely… and unwisely provoke me when you feel safe to do so. That won't always be the case, Mr. Taylor. Right now, discipline seems to be in order."

"Right…" Justin agreed. "If I belonged to you…"

"Tonight we will discuss all the variables… but, let's be honest. This is no longer an issue of 'if', but more of a question of 'when' you will be mine. You want this as much as I do." Brian's breathing began to elevate, his hand clenching at his side as he thought of all he would do to the blond if he had him in his bed now.

"I - I don't know yet…" Justin protested, knowing he had to keep a clear head until he heard all the specifics, even though knowing his body wanted this with this man more than anything.

Brian smiled. There wasn't a doubt in his mind that he had the boy. Tonight he would begin closing the deal. "My driver will pick you up at seven o'clock. We will talk during dinner. And, then… we'll see what happens."

"Okay…" Justin croaked, his mind swimming with all the possibilities of the evening to come.

"I'm looking forward to showing you my world, Justin. Only you can decide if it's what you want."

TBC

A/N: Short... however, a bit of plot progression to move us into the pivotal dinner/talk that is upcoming next. I wanted them to have more interaction before that talk, with Justin going into it a bit more aware of what Brian really wants from him. I hope you enjoyed it. More to come as soon as I can. Thanks for reading. Comments are greatly appreciated! :)