I could handle that.
We were now several hours and many topics of conversation away from the possessive desire that had compelled us to leave the club in the first place, but it was as if Hollister realized at the exact same time as me that we were finally alone in a room with a door that locked. I flipped the lock over and flicked the bottom latch closed.
Hollister stood facing me, his arms relaxed at his side in the center of the dark room. The only source of light shone from where I stood by the door.
"You have me where you want me," Hollister mumbled, worrying the sleeve of his shirt between the fingers of his other hand.
I did indeed. My steps from the door to where Hollister stood turned predatory. Hollister's eyes widened, and he backed away from the animalistic gleam he surely saw in my gaze. When I was close enough, I tugged his sleeve from his other hand. Hollister's lips trembled.
"Are you cold?" I asked, cupping his cheek at the same time.
He closed his eyes, shook his head, and leaned his face into my palm.
"Nervous?" I had him in my arms again, but this time, there was nothing to divide us. No one was looking on, seeing moments and emotions from Hollister that were meant for my eyes only. I tucked a long strand of blond hair behind his ear.
"A little. Were you going to turn on some lights? Or are you trying to add to the whole 'beast in a dark castle' appeal?" He was likely joking, but he didn't know how close to the truth he'd come.
Being this version of myself, a proud gay man, dominant and self-assured, it felt as natural as breathing in his presence. "Will you let me blindfold you?"
Hollister searched my face. He put his hand out, laying it flat against my chest before suddenly tightening his fingers over the fabric. His breath came out as a hiss, and his eyes burned with carnal fire. "Do you plan on hurting me?"
The thought of someone hurting this man had my chest expanding, my muscles tensing in preparation to defend and protect. "Never," I growled.
Hollister shivered, and the next thing I knew, I had both arms around him. He snuggled into my embrace, his arms pulled tight against himself while he burrowed deep against my chest. "I shouldn't trust you as much as I do."
No, he shouldn't. For as connected we felt, I'd still known Hollister for hours. I assumed I knew things about him, based on what I'd observed of him so far, but I didn't really know him. The same went for him about me. When I thought about Hollister in the same situation with any other man on the other side, I squeezed my hands into fists to push back the fury that image caused.
That made me a hypocrite, but I didn't care. Hollister was with me now. I'd make sure he stayed safe in my care. Later, I'd deal with what happened after.
"Is that a yes?" I asked. I needed to hear him say it.
He sucked his lips between his teeth, nervously gnawing at the tender flesh. When he released them, the skin was red and glistening. "Yes."
His lips called to me so sweetly. I lowered my face to his. Kissing him hadn't been part of the plan at the moment, but I'd been unable to resist. The kiss was brief, and I spun him around gently so his back was to me.
"I'm sure you paid for your view. Why don't you have the windows open?" Hollister asked, his voice shaking with his nerves.
I loosened the knot at my neck and tugged my tie free. "I'll open them in a minute."
"After I've been blindfolded?" he asked quietly over his shoulder. I focused on his steady breaths, quickening in the moments when I brought the tie over his eyes. He might have been apprehensive, but he didn't move a muscle as I pulled the thickest section of the tie over his eyes, tying the ends together high on the back of his head. His blond beach waves stuck out from under the tie. The hair was long enough for a bun. Hollister was the only man in the world I would like in a bun.
I stepped a half foot back, and he turned his head, eyes angled up while he tested the thickness of the fabric. His tongue flitted out nervously. "I can't see anything."
My lips tugged up. "That's the point."
I stepped around him, and when I grabbed his hand, he gasped. "You aren't going to take off my clothes and trick me into going into the lobby naked, are you?"
Leading him toward the curtains, I slid my other hand down his spine, making him shiver. "I'm going to do half those things."
He sucked his bottom lip into his mouth as his feet tread carefully over the carpet. "Wh-where are you taking me?"
"To the window."
Hollister smirked. "I'm only barely not singing that song right now."
I knew the one he was talking about and was surprised he knew it. He had to have been a toddler when that song came out. I wouldn't dwell on how old I'd been. Besides, rap wasn't really my thing, and singing wasn't in the agenda. Unless it was Hollister singing out my name as he climaxed.
Checking to make sure his blindfold was secure, I pulled one side of the ceiling to floor curtains aside and then the other. Hollister hissed when I lifted his arms, setting his palms flat against the glass.
"How does that feel?" I murmured over his shoulder.
Hollister licked his lips. Some people held their emotions in their eyes, but for Hollister, it was his mouth. "Cold, hard."
As he responded, I undid the button of his white jeans, peeling down his pants like I was unwrapping a present. I hadn't once forgotten about that thong I'd spotted at the club, but I'd been successful in not dwelling on it until right this moment. It shone out at me now, a bright neon green against his tan ass.
I dropped to my knees behind him, sliding my nose between his cheeks as I inhaled. "I saw this little thing when you were dancing at the club." My words were whispered, uttered solemnly as if in prayer.
Hollister's slow exhaled shuddered through him. "You did?"
I nodded, letting my nose glide between his cheeks. "I did. While I watched over you."
"Is that what you call it?" Hollister arched his ass out, truly putting himself on display.
"Yes." I nipped his left cheek, and he yelped sharply. "That's what I call it." I licked the reddened skin, savoring the sweet flavor and blossoming warmth under my tongue.
"You're driving me crazy," he moaned.
I smirked, continuing my attention around to the front of him. His dick stood out from his body proudly. The neon fabric straining over his cock head darkened with his precum. "I can see that."
His whimpering continued, but I was in no hurry. I explored his body, keeping my touches light but far reaching. There wasn't a part on him that I hadn't caressed, and by the time I removed his shirt, leaving him in nothing but his thong as he stood blindfolded, hands braced against the window, he trembled from head to toe. "I knew it," Hollister mumbled, barely loud enough for me to hear.
"You knew what, pet?" The name felt right rolling off my tongue.
Hollister let out a sharp whine and popped his ass back. He also didn't mind the name. "I knew you were a demon," he rasped.
I chuckled and stood up. My lips brushed over his ear as I spoke. My chin balanced over his shoulder while I stared out at the glittering downtown Seattle skyline. I didn't mind the pet name he'd come up for me either, but teasing him was too much fun. "Oh, come now, that isn't very nice."