A Strong Hand

murmured something indistinctly, his lashes fluttering shut.
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    Damian rolled onto the mattress next to the younger man, laughing as his boy curled into his embrace. "Nick, you have to wake up."
    "Mmm," Nick sighed again, snuggling closer.
    "Aw, fuck it," Damian said. They were on a bed, and he was tired too. He pulled Nick into his arms and fell asleep.

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    Nick opened his eyes groggily and remembered where he was and what had happened the previous night. He sighed and stretched, rubbing his arse against the sheets to enjoy the lingering soreness.
    "Hey, Ian," he said softly, when the photographer appeared, dressed in jeans, toweling his damp hair.
    "Take a shower now, pet, and join me in the office,"
    Damian ordered.
    Nick sat up, startled. So the scene wasn't over. Uneasily, he wondered what Damian had in store for him; he didn't think his arse could handle any more today.
    "I gave you an order. There's no need for you to think it over." Damian's voice was silky but threatening; accordingly, Nick hopped out of bed and hurried to the bathroom. He showered quickly and looked around for his clothing, remembering that he'd undressed in the office the night before.
    He paused in the doorway, warily looking around for his clothing.
    Damian pointed to the floor, and Nick knelt uneasily.
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    prowl than a stroll, and ran his fingers through the damp curls.
    "You're looking very beautiful this morning, pet," Damian said huskily. He pulled Nick's collar from his pocket and buckled it around his neck. "Give me your hands."
    Obligingly, Nick brought them up and watched as Damian fastened cuffs on his wrists, made from the same wine-red leather that matched his collar.
    "Stand up."
    Nick rose to his feet, watching as Damian put matching ankle cuffs on him.
    "So beautiful," Damian repeated, drawing a finger along Nick's collarbone to his throat where the collar lay flat. "I have decided to enjoy your submission all day today. So you will remain naked and on your knees in my presence unless I give you another order."
    He pointed to the floor and Nick settled to his knees again, feeling embarrassed and exposed to be wearing only his collar and cuffs in daylight while Damian was completely dressed.
    And what if someone came in!
    Damian circled his desk and sat down, pulling out some paperwork. He worked steadily, occasionally glancing up to gloat over the sight of his beautiful pet. After an hour, he said, "Please make some coffee, pet."
    Nick hurried to the kitchen to follow Damian's orders.
    He cowered in a corner when he heard a knock at the outer door. Surely Damian didn't mean for anyone to see him like this. He sighed in relief when only Damian appeared in the doorway, holding a box.
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    "Sit down, pet. I had breakfast delivered," Damian said.
    Nick poured them both coffee and sat next to Damian, silently eating his breakfast.
    When Damian was finished, he said, "Clean up the kitchen and report to me in the office when you're finished."
    Nick grumbled silently to himself. He remembered the day when Damian had ordered him home to do his homework, adorned with the cock cage, and said that his obedience might consist of doing dishes. At least I'm not wearing that damn cage, Nick thought, and then he had to pause to control his unruly cock, which insisted on getting hard when he thought of it.
    Damian chuckled at the expression on Nick's face when he entered the office and went to his knees. It was only to be expected that he would struggle with the less sexual aspects of submission at first. He had never been required to obey for such a long period, and Damian was amused to watch him squirm.
    He strolled over to his kneeling sub and stroked both enticing nipples, pulling and twisting them until they were erect, causing each breath to come more quickly through Nick's parted lips.
    Damian fetched a pillow and lifted Nick by the arm, dropping the cushion on the floor.
    Nick gave a little sigh of relief; even with the carpet, this 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