bigfan-fanfic:jacklyn-flynn:Cullen is embarrassed to ask for new things, so he often hints at what h

bigfan-fanfic:jacklyn-flynn:Cullen is embarrassed to ask for new things, so he often hints at what he may want to try by leaving around books strategically opened to certain passages or pictures. He may also ‘forget’ to put away his journal after writing about certain fantasies.Cullen quickly steps away from his desk, pushing his chair back with a loud squeak across the floor so it can look as though he left in a hurry. Though like many Fereldans he did his best to eschew anything Orlesian, Cullen had obtained several Orlesian books from a surprisingly discreet bookseller. And he had to admit that what he found there was… instructive, to say the least.He and Morgan had played with this before, with -with bondage. It had startled Cullen with how much he enjoyed it. He knew deep inside that Morgan would provide him with more, with anything he wanted, if only he could ask. Morgan had a way of putting him at ease and helping him put all his inhibitions aside - but only once they were already conversing. Somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to ever ask. Ever since Morgan had tied him down during his last headache adn simply fed him and cradled him in his strong arms, Cullen had been utterly embarrassed to admit how good it felt. How he wanted more. In truth, he wanted some sort of token of- of belonging. He wanted to feel owned, almost - it was hard for him to wrap words around the concept, but - almost like a pet.There was a book, more of a manual, really, filled with illustrations of rope wrapped around wrists, ankles, legs, torsos… but Cullen had left it open to a full-page drawing of a man on his knees, arms trapped behind him, fastened to his torso with a simple decorative pattern, another man standing, bent over, gripping the bound man’s chin and titling it up, the two inches away from a kiss. There was a romance novel of a captured Fereldan knight falling in love with his Avvar captor, the book opened to a long passage in which the Avvar called his lover “pup” and made him feel like he belonged for the first time. And, of course, Cullen’s own private journal, opened to his own feverish confessions of how much he loved being safe under Morgan’s power, how he wished for something he was too afraid to ask for. “They call me a lion, but I feel more like a faithful hound with no master to serve. I want to be …. tamed.”Cullen steps back, carefully examining the scene so it looks perfectly rushed, as if he had gotten an urgent missive and needed to leave. One more step back, just to assure himeslef - and he runs into something solid and warm, something that wraps comforting arms around him and rests on his shoulder and leaves him feeling safe.“Are you done with your staging yet, love?” Morgan asks in that teasing way Cullen likes so much. The Commander blushes and turns his head away. “Never mind. Oh, Cullen, you have to go so soon? A message from Leliana? Urgent? Well, I’ll just wait here while you go see what’s up. Right here, and just let my eyes wander.” Morgan says brightly, stepping around Cullen.“I-”“I love you, Cullen. All I ask is that you tell me what you need. And if this is the way you need to do it, I’ll play along until you feel comfortable enough to tell me directly.”Cullen’s heart swells even as he blushes again. “I… I’ll take my leave. But… I want to be able to tell you. I love you too.”Morgan gives him a brilliant smile. “Get going. I’ve got some reading to do.” -- source link

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