I was so intent on sharing the awful news with my lover that I barely paused as I barreled through the door of the salon, storming right past the elegant waiting lounge. Fortunately, Blooming Beauty's receptionist was used to me by now, and barely raised an artistically-shaped eyebrow at my attitude or my attire.

'Orlando's just finishing up with a client… I'll let him know you're here.  Treatment room six is open if you want to wait in there,' she suggested calmly.  Probably a good idea, since in my current mood I might have barged in on some socialite's manicure – or bikini waxing – without thinking.  Taking a deep breath, I flashed her a rueful grin and nodded my thanks, taking care not to slam the cut-glass doors behind me as I entered the inner sanctum of the salon.

Like every room in the day spa, treatment room six was opulently outfitted with plush furnishings, watered-silk walls, and marble flooring, but it could have been as ratty as my first apartment for all I noticed.  I paced in bad-tempered impatience for several minutes, oblivious to the restful music and soft lighting.  Even the delicate hint of patchouli and lemongrass in the air – the spa's signature aromatherapy fragrance – was powerless to relieve my irritation.  Only one thing had the power to do that, and I was wallowing so deep in my self-pity that it caught me by surprise when strong, graceful arms enfolded me from behind in a soothing embrace.

'What's wrong, love?' Orlando's charmingly accented voice murmured against my ear.  'Margaret was concerned – she said she's never seen you look so upset.'

'Margaret said that?' I challenged, leaning back into his encompassing warmth as he dropped a slow trail of kisses down my neck.  I could feel him smile against my throat.

'Actually, she said I'd better intercept you before you scared away the rest of the clientele,' he admitted, pulling aside the collar of my t-shirt to leave a gentle bite-mark on my collarbone.  I could feel the tension draining from me already, just from his presence.  It may seem odd for someone with so much energy and enthusiasm, but Orlando can always calm me out of my darkest and most disgruntled moods.  Of course, the fact that we inevitably get off every time we're together might help to explain it. 

Apparently, I wasn't relaxing fast enough for Orlando.  He turned me around and pinned me gently but firmly against the nearest wall, leaning forward to nip at my other collarbone in turn.  The weight of his body pressing against mine was easing my mental frustration, replacing it with another, more physical variety.  'You going to tell me what's bothering you, or am I going to have to bite it out of you?'

My cock, never quiet for long when I was with Orlando, signaled its opinion of that option by pressing eagerly against my zipper.  'That's not much of an incentive to tell you,' I countered, trying to pull him closer to me.

Shaking his head of artfully tumbled curls, he held me at arm's length.  'Then I won't touch you again until you tell me,' he replied in mock-anger.  'Out with it.  What happened to make you this testy?  You didn't lose the part, did you?'

Suddenly the reason for my anger seemed petty – but damn it, I still remembered how much it hurt the last time.  'No, I didn't lose the part, but I'm beginning to wonder if I still want it,' I grumbled.  'Remember the shower scene I told you about?  Jerry decided he wants my character to have a smooth chest.'

Orlando's hands slid from my shoulders down my sides until they reached the hem of my t-shirt.  I shivered as they slipped underneath to tease at the short curls of hair he found there.  'But your chest is perfect the way it is,' he argued, his thumbs unerringly finding and fondling my nipples to aching hardness.

I swallowed hard to choke back a moan of pleasure.  'I'm glad you think so, baby, but Jerry doesn't agree.  He wants me to lose the hair.'

Pulling the t-shirt up to my armpits, Orlando bent to nuzzle at the tightened nubs he'd raised, seeming not to understand what this meant.  'I had to do it once before, a few years back,' I complained.  'That wax hurt like a sonofabitch.  I don't think I want to go through that again… oh God, do that again,' I moaned in response to a particularly firm nip of my lover's teeth.

Orlando obligingly complied, then raised his head to kiss me passionately.  I could see excitement kindling in his chocolate-dark eyes as he pulled away.  'Do you trust me, love?' he asked playfully, pulling my t-shirt back into place.

Fuck yeah!  my cock agreed enthusiastically.  It knew what that sparkle in my lover's eyes meant.  Every time Orlando asked that question, it led to a new and mind-blowing sexual experience.  But it was more than just the slightly kinky games he introduced me to… somehow, the trust and love we felt for each other shone clearer in those moments than any other.

'Always,' I assured him, sealing my vow with a kiss.  'Always, and in everything.'

'No one but me is laying a hand on this gorgeous chest,' he proclaimed possessively.  I couldn't hold back the shudder of pleasure that ran through me as his hand slid down the planes of my abdomen to flirt beneath the waistband of my jeans.  'But I can't have you jumping like that while I'm trying to work.'  His voice took on a stern tone I had never heard him use before.  I was surprised at how fucking erotic it sounded.  Orlando suggested and coaxed, he never demanded – but I realized with surprise that the thought of him taking control made me incredibly hard.

'What do you have in mind, baby?" I asked huskily.

'Do you remember that leather store I found when Sidi was misbehaving?'  The last time Orlando had accompanied me on a location shoot, he'd brought along the large black dog he'd rescued from the streets.  The two of them shared the same exuberant personality, and like his master, Sidi had charmed everyone on the set – that is, until the day he devoured the prop food for the pivotal family dinner scene.

'I bought more than a leash for Sidi,' Orlando admitted, his voice dropping to a sultry whisper.  He glanced at me from beneath his long lashes, his eyes smoldering.  'I bought some… restraints… I wasn't sure if you were ready for them yet.'

Orlando had introduced me to pleasures I'd never dreamed of, but our play had never extended to bondage – until now.  He raised my hand to his lips and kissed the inside of my wrist tenderly.  'I can't make it not hurt at all,' he murmured regretfully, 'but I can promise you'll feel so good, the pain won't matter…'

I pictured myself held down with leather straps, subject to anything Orlando chose to do to me – and found the image shockingly arousing.  He wasn't touching anything other than my wrist, and I was already so hard I was almost shaking.  'Fuck, yes,' I whispered, cupping his chin and raising his head to kiss him fiercely.  'God, I want that so bad…'  My hands slid to his ass, pulling him to me and grinding against him wantonly.

He allowed the contact for a heady minute, but when our breathing grew ragged he pushed away with reluctance.  'We can't do it here,' he groaned, drawing a calming breath.  'The… equipment… is at my apartment.  And besides,' he promised, 'I'm going to make you scream… and not in pain.'

'Let's go, then,' I urged, trying futilely to adjust myself to a more comfortable position.  My cock knew what it wanted, and it wanted it now.  'But you're gonna have to drive.  I'm so hard I don't think I can fit under the steering wheel.'

~~~~~~~~~~

Orlando fastened the buckle with a hungry glitter in his bottomless brown eyes, running a finger beneath the butter-soft leather.  I was so high already with anticipation, even that simple touch made me tremble.  'Not too tight, love?' he asked solicitously, tugging gently to test the strength of the straps that held my arms to the headboard.

I growled with pleasure and shook my head wordlessly, trying to catch his hand with my lips.  Orlando smiled and let me kiss his palm before sliding it caressingly up the side of my face.  'Good,' he responded, rising from the bed and letting his gaze rake over me.  I could tell he liked what he saw – me, naked, shackled to the headboard of his large bed, already hard despite the pain I knew was to come.

'You're so beautiful like this,' he marveled, bending forward to kiss me gently, his tongue barely penetrating the seam of my lips before he rose, all too quickly.  'Give me just a minute to get everything ready.'  He left the room, leaving me to savor the anticipation of what he had in store for me.

A moment later he returned, carrying a bowl and a handful of long muslin strips.  Setting both on the bedside table, he unbuttoned the cuffs of his yellow silk shirt and began rolling up the sleeves.  I wasn't sure if it was proper protocol for me to speak without permission, but I wanted to enjoy the feel of him against me as he worked.  'Please,' I asked quietly, 'take it off for me?'

He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment, then smiled.  'You aren't going to make this easy for me, are you?' he asked, unbuttoning his shirt and letting it pool on the floor.  Feeling bolder, I shook my head again.  'It's better for both of us when it's hard,' I teased, watching with growing excitement as he stepped out of his slacks and stood proudly before me.  You can keep David and Alexander – to me, Orlando nude is the most sublime work of art I've ever experienced.

Straddling my hips, Orlando kissed me, his tongue dancing sensuously against mine until I was undulating beneath him, hungry for more.  With a final nip at my lips, he sat up and reached for the bowl, stirring its contents with a small wooden paddle.  'This is sugar wax,' he told me, letting something that looked like melted caramel drizzle back into the bowl.  'It's less irritating than regular wax.  I'm going to spread some on your chest, then cover it with a strip of muslin.  When I pull off the cloth, the hair will come with it.'  I nodded my understanding, but my face must have revealed some of the trepidation I was feeling.

'Trust me,' he reminded me, painting a broad swathe of the sticky substance down the right side of my chest.  It certainly felt more soothing than the hot melted wax I remembered.  Orlando's hands caressed me as they smoothed the first muslin strip over the syrupy goo.  He leaned forward to nip at my lips again, tantalizing touches that refused to linger, until all I was thinking about was how to capture his mouth for a deeper kiss.  Without warning, he straightened and yanked the strip from my chest.

It felt – well, it felt like you'd expect it would to have hundreds of short hairs suddenly torn out by the roots.  I bit my lip to keep from crying out at the pain.  Instantly, Orlando dropped the cloth to the floor and slid downward, swirling his tongue around the head of my flagging erection.  All thoughts of pain were quickly forgotten as every nerve ending in my body focused on the deliciously depraved things his tongue was doing to my happy cock.

When he'd reduced me to whimpering incoherence, he slid forward again and smoothed a second strip onto my chest.  This time after yanking it away he turned his attention to my balls, sucking them into his mouth and using his tongue and teeth to entice them to indurate hardness.  After the third strip, he spread my cheeks with his thumbs and rimmed me until I was moaning uncontrollably, pressing them inside me alongside his plundering tongue.

He continued to work his way across my chest and stomach, alternating between the short, sharp pain of the waxing and the increasingly intense pleasures he lavished on my cock, balls, and ass.  By the time he removed the last strip, my torso burned and I was harder than I could ever remember being.

Bestowing a last loving lick between my cheeks, Orlando knelt over me and ran appraising hands across my now-hairless chest.  The feel of his palms gliding over me without the usual resistance was arousing as hell.  He caressed the irritated skin soothingly, brushing away the last dried crumbs of the sugar wax, circling my reddened, distended nipples.  When his fingertips traced across them at last, my entire body jumped.  He repeated the motion sadistically, his eyes twinkling.  'Like that?' he inquired, brushing with agonizing lightness over the sensitized nubs.

'Please, baby,' I groaned, needing more than that fluttering contact.  'Put your mouth on them… please…'

Orlando dragged his tongue in a broad sweep across my chest, humming at the lingering sweetness of the sugary treatment.  'Tastes good,' he acknowledged, licking and nibbling each tight peak in turn until I was arching up wildly underneath him, close to coming just from the wet slide of his mouth on my nipples.  'Oh fuck, Orli,' I pleaded shamelessly, 'need more… need you…'

My lover raised his head from my chest and ran a hand down its length, down my stomach to the thatch of curls, wet with his saliva and my pre-come, that was the only hair left on my torso.

'You did so well, Vig.  Will you let me do something else?' he asked seductively, threading his fingers through the damp thicket.  My cock wilted noticeably at the thought of wax – even sugar wax – coming anywhere near its home turf.

Orlando noticed my tremor of discomfort and laughed merrily.  'Don't worry love, I'm not planning a bikini wax,' he chortled, enjoying himself more than was called for in my opinion.  'I want to shave you.  Do you remember how good it felt when I shaved your mustache?'  It had felt incredibly sexy when he'd used a straight-edge to remove the thick mustache I'd grown for an earlier role, though the fact that we were both naked and I was buried balls-deep inside him at the time might have had something to do with it.  My cock wasn't sure it liked the idea of six inches of razor-sharp steel so close to its base, but I could never say no to Orlando, especially when he used that pleading puppy-dog look on me.

'Okay,' I grumbled in agreement, hiding my own smile when his expression transformed with glee.  It was little enough to make him this happy.

The feel of Orlando smoothing the warm shaving cream over my pubes and the slow, careful strokes of the razor were still surprisingly arousing, even if he wasn't clenching his sinfully tight ass around me this time.  When he removed the last of the foam with a warm cloth and ran his palm appreciatively over the denuded flesh, the pleasure was indescribable.  And when Orlando lowered his head and engulfed me in his mouth, his fingers tracing patterns over the newly-bared skin, I nearly bucked myself off the bed.  His talented mouth tantalized and teased me, his fingers gliding from base to balls to butt and back again, until I was straining against the restraints and all but gibbering with need.

'Please, baby. Let me go,' I pleaded, needing to hold him, to touch him.  He lifted his mouth, leaving my cock screaming for him to come back and finish what he'd started, and shook his head.

'You're so fucking sexy like this,' he crooned, teasing his fingers beneath the soft leather cuffs on each wrist.  'I'll let you do whatever you want to me later, but I have to have you this way.  I just can't decide if I want to ride you or fuck you…'

My cock is usually not shy about making its opinion known, but at this point it was so damn hard it didn't care how it got off.  'Whatever you want, just make up your fucking mind,' I growled unrepentantly, shifting to wrap my legs around his waist in an insistent embrace.  I was going to be sore as hell tomorrow, but I wasn't letting him go until he fucking did something.

Orlando dragged his fist over my leaking length, making me hiss.  'Feels so good when you're inside me,' he considered, raising his hips 'til the tip of my cock danced against his entrance.  I pushed upward eagerly, but he pulled away to kneel again between my legs.  'Orlando,' I growled dangerously, tightening my legs around his hips.  'But I'd have to take time to prepare myself, and you're already open for me, aren't you, love?'  He plunged his thumbs inside me, pushing against the sides of the tight channel and nudging the opening with the tip of his cock.

'Yesss…' I gasped, thrusting forward to force him deeper inside.  'Fucking do it, Orli, fuck me already….'

He leaned forward and slammed his tongue into my mouth, thrusting to the hilt inside me at the same time.  I rocked wildly beneath him, setting a desperate pace for his shuddering strokes.  When he unlocked my shins from around his waist and raised them to his shoulders, changing angles to hit my prostate with every snap of his hips, I howled out my release, spraying creamy fluid over both our chests.  Orlando came inside me a moment later, crying out my name before collapsing on top of me in a boneless heap.

I must have spaced out for a minute, because the next thing I knew Orlando was unbuckling the restraints, lovingly kissing the reddened marks around each wrist.  'Are you okay, love?' he asked with concern, rolling off me to curl against my side.  'It wasn't too much for you?'

'It was incredible,' I reassured him, kissing him tenderly.  His hand played in the puddle of pearly liquid that pooled around my belly button, the sensation of his fingers sliding without friction against my skin already beginning to reawaken my desire.  'You're pretty incredible yourself,' he murmured, spreading the moistness over my rapidly resurgent erection.  'I did promise to let you do anything you want to me…'  One kiss from his delectable lips quickly turned from languid to urgent.  This time it was his turn to moan needily as I broke the kiss.

'Hold that thought,' I told him, rising to pad noiselessly into the kitchen.  I sometimes wondered if Orlando found my sexual tastes too vanilla, but his reaction to the leather restraints had inspired an idea that I hoped would bring my love as much pleasure as he had just given me.  Finding what I sought, I returned to the bedroom, grateful that Sidi was a large dog and Orlando had a slender throat.

'Hands and knees,' I commanded, watching his eyes light up when he saw what I held.  As I buckled the collar around his throat and positioned myself behind him, I thought it might be a good idea to check out that leather shop myself sometime soon.  Anything that got Orlando this excited was definitely worth exploring further.  I patted his curly head with one hand and wrapped the lead around my other fist with a smile.

'Good boy,' I praised him, my cock nudging his ass as he wriggled happily against me.

'Let's do it doggy-style.'

THE END