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Dancer arched into the dominant play, a soft moan escaping him just from having his hands pinned over his head. But that moan turned into a soft shout as Michael started on his neck, his head tilting to give better access to his neck as his legs moved up around the vampire's waist then slowly slid down his legs in yet another teasing movement.

He just couldn't help himself. Although, at the moment, another thought flashed through his mind. He wondered what Michael would think of the other bedroom. Dancer had set it up as a bondage playroom a while back, when he'd still been hoping that Asher would come back.

But he kept the words to himself for now, totally forgetting that the thoughts had already gone through their mark and that Michael had full access to his thoughts now. Still, it wasn't as if it was a problem, he'd just intended the room to be a surprise...

Dancer actually blushed over it. He'd have covered his face with his hands but Michael still had them pinned to the pillows. But he finally gave a soft sigh and gave in, "Yes, I have a playroom. It's the other bedroom. I had it done up after... After Asher left... I thought if I had it done, he might come back... I haven't had much chance to use it though..." he admitted softly.

"It's not a typical playroom, though. It's mainly for bondage games. Tying up, blindfolding, a few whips, collar and leash... That kind of thing..." he explained, hoping he wasn't making an idiot out of himself for putting the room in like that.

Dancer gave a surprised laugh and kissed him back, "You never cease to amaze me, Michael. Yes, let's go play," he agreed easily and kissed him back before nipping at those wonderful lips and giving another soft laugh.

"But you'll have to let me up to get there, vampire. I'm more than eager to find out just how kinky you can get," he said with a soft purr and a grin.

Of course, he was finding an interesting side effect of bonding with Michael that he wasn't expecting to happen. Michael's dominance of him had actually tamed his cat, turned the beast into a p***y cat. He knew that as long as he was with him, he'd never have to worry about losing control and hurting someone. All Michael had to do was tell him to behave and his cat would do it.

Dancer simply laughed at Michael's comment, "I know I am. But I enjoy it so much..." he said teasingly and leaned forward to scoop up a pair of silver handcuffs carefully lined with soft leather and let them dangle from one finger.

"All the cuffs are silver, which means I can't break them, but lined so that I don't get burned," he explained, pointing out the cuffs already secured to the posts on the large bed that allowed for plenty of room to maneuver.

Next, he pointed to the chests that lined one wall, "The chests have the whips in one, other 'fun' toys in the second, and things with silver in the third. The latter is if you don't mind a little blood-letting in your play. I don't mind it, like it at times in fact. But if you aren't into it then you aren't and you don't even have to open it," he added, knowing that he didn't have to explain the leather pieces that lined the wall above the chests: masks, blindfolds, gags, teasers, and such.

In short, the room was actually a BDSM dungeon fully designed for the kind of 'play' that Dancer was very much into. But he couldn't help but wonder if he'd over-done it a bit.

He tilted his head a bit as he considered the room again, "You don't think I overdid it, do you?" he asked softly, only now showing a bit of a lack of self-confidence mainly caused by being too long alone and dealing with inadequate lovers in the past.

Dancer shivered as the cuffs closed around his wrists, his body already reacting with that simple act. Then Michael blindfolded him and left him panting softly with the knowledge that he was at his lover's mercy. And he loved it.

He hadn't lied when he'd said this kind of thing made him feel very good, left him with a feeling of being cared for and safe despite the potential danger of it. For him, this was the ultimate mark of trust. The hint of danger only added to the experience and heightened the pleasure that could be attained.

He knew better than to suggest anything at this point. This was Michael's game to play. Not to mention, there was something even more fun about the unpredictableness of the whole thing, of not knowing what Michael would do to him. That alone had him shifting in anticipated pleasure against the silk sheets on the bed.

In the end, Dancer needed a very relaxing bath to wash the blood and sweat away but he had Michael tenderly taking care of him through the entire thing and simply relaxed in his arms in the warm water. He'd have a few new scars, but they'd be very faint and he'd certainly enjoyed getting them.

Michael had figured out how to make him beg for what he wanted, playing the dominant to perfection. Even now, he still wore the gold chain collar Michael had put on him at the end and didn't want to take it off. Instead, he'd put the key to the tiny lock around Michael's neck, asking him to keep it with him instead.

He turned his head against Michael's shoulder to nuzzle his neck with a soft purr, "We have got to do that again soon..." he said softly, his voice now hoarse from all the screaming he'd done.

Then he'd remembered something that he'd intended to have Michael tell Andy and knew he had to say it now before he forgot it again, "I meant to have you tell your brother something... My father isn't going to ask for the connection you and I share now," he said softly, one hand gently tracing the mark he'd given Michael, "But he does want to have that bond with someone. He just doesn't feel it's right to ask someone to take on his curse of eternal life. He will literally live to see the end of time, outliving everyone around him, because of that curse. Going through a Mating, like ours, would cause the person bound to him to the same lifespan. It's not something you ask someone to take on lightly..." he explained, knowing that it would probably help Andy deal with Desha alot easier.

Dancer gave a pleased moan into the kiss, sliding his arms around Michael as he held him closer, loving every second of it. He gave a soft chuckle as he finally brought the kiss to a slow ending and smiled up at his lover, "So now what should we do? We broke in the playroom and played matchmaker, but I simply cannot imagine what else to do. I'd suggest a swim but the ocean wouldn't be the best thing right now... A walk in the garden would probably bring you a lecture from some well-meaning servant about seeing that I take better care of myself, never imagining that you'd be the one to give me all these delightful marks... The kitchen would probably have Rebecca lecturing you as well but knowing full well what we've been up to..." he went through the options and listed possible downsides to them.

Then he gave a soft sigh, "I guess that leaves heading to bed... Admittedly, I probably need the sleep but I don't want to just yet... I love every moment with you and sleep takes away from that..." he added and dipped his head back in the water to get his hair back behind him then gave those very tempting lips another kiss.