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though Max had the suspicion that he didn’t believe his excuse for not telling him what had happened. He took the bite that Simon gave him. His spoon scraped the bottom of the bowl and Max knew there wasn’t much left. He wondered what would happen when there was no more oatmeal. Would Simon untie him and go to his own bedroom, leaving him alone for the night? Or would he pay attention to the fact that Max was naked under him?
    “My thought, as I started planning this little ambush for tonight, was that you could see what it was like to give control to someone else. This is a small task of letting me feed you, but it’s a start,” Simon said quietly.
    “So then why am I naked?” Max asked.
    Smiling, Simon brought the spoon to Max’s lips. “Because I wanted you to be vulnerable. I had to see if you trusted me enough not to hurt you while you were helpless.” His smile spread into a grin. “And because I got tired of trying to catch glimpses of you when you got out of the shower. It took me nearly two months to figure out that you left the bathroom door open when you showered so that you didn’t have a buildup of steam to deal with when you were trying to get ready.”
    Max should have felt something with the news that Simon had been spying on him. He did, a little, but it wasn’t as if he felt violated or upset by it. But more like it made his heart speed up and his breath catch to know that Simon had been watching him as much as Max had looked at him.
    “I want more than oatmeal tonight,” Max quietly admitted. Simon nodded, though he didn’t say anything more as he brought the last of the oatmeal to his lips. Max ate quickly, his mind swirling with all the possibilities of what Simon might want to do to him now that he’d eaten.
    “I’ll be right back,” Simon said, standing up.
    Max frowned. “Where are you going?”
    He shook the bowl, showing Max it was empty with the sound of the metal spoon clanging against the sides. “This has to go into the dishwasher.”
    “No it doesn’t. Leave it on my dresser and then come do something to me,” Max demanded.
    Laughing, Simon shook his head and walked away. A moment later he was back and sitting down on the bed next to Max’s side.
    “You didn’t have to clean up.” Max knew he was being impatient but he was eager to find out just what Simon planned to do to him.
    “Yes I did.” Simon shifted on the bed, moving between Max’s thighs. He put a hand on either side of his chest, balancing himself as he leaned down to kiss him.
    Max eagerly sucked on his lips, opening his mouth up for Simon. He squirmed against him as Simon dipped his hips, running the rough fabric of his jeans against Max’s thighs. His hands shook in his binds as he tried to reach for him, wanting to touch him, to run his hands over Simon’s long arms and smooth back. But he was bound, and the restriction to his movements was starting to piss him off.
    Simon slipped his tongue between his lips, demanding the entrance Max was more than willing to give him. He dipped his hips again and Max nearly shot off the bed as he felt the thick length of Simon’s cock press against his own through his jeans. He broke the kiss, turning his head to the side as he brought his hips up to meet Simon’s. Even if he couldn’t touch him with his hands he was damn well going to show him exactly what he wanted from Simon as he pressed himself against him.
    “You’re wearing too much,” he groaned, wrapping his legs around Simon’s thighs.
    Simon laughed. “No I’m not.”
    Max frowned and looked up at him as Simon pulled back. He brought his hands to Max’s chest, stroking over his ribs and stomach. “But then how are we going to fuck?”
    Simon smiled at him. “That’s for tomorrow night. Right now I just want you to enjoy yourself.”
    “I don’t understand,” Max grumbled. He sighed loudly and rested his head back against the pillows below him.
    “How are your hands?” Simon