Chapter 14
Grant
Leaning over inhis seat, Grant gave Carter a quick peck on the lips. “Chinese sound good toyou? I’ve been thinking about it all afternoon.”
Carter smiled,leaning back against the seat. “Sure. Sounds good.”
“Perfect.” Grantput the car into reverse and backed out of Carter’s driveway. He’d been verywell-behaved as he picked up Carter. Wanting to get a feel for his sub’s moodbefore he jumped into the reward or punishment part of the evening, he thoughtthey’d talk about dinner and their day first.
Carter had adifferent plan.
“I was very goodtoday.” His voice was light and teasing. Grant glanced over to see Carter’seyes sparkling with laughter and desire.
“You didn’t touchyourself at all?” Grant had been busy enough that he’d only managed a fewteasing texts and one short phone call over lunch as he’d prepared for hismeetings. The next time they played the same game he was going to make it muchharder on his boy.
Much harder.
Long, dirty textsand phone sex kind of difficult. He could already see it in his head. Carter’svoice stopped Grant’s mind from wandering too far. Still teasing, it was lacedwith heat, and Grant knew Carter had been looking forward to their evening asmuch as he had. “Not at all. I just wanted to make sure you knew I deserve afabulous reward.”
“I’ve got thatplanned out.” Grant let his voice go deep, passion heating his words. “Ithought about it all afternoon. I even stopped somewhere after work to makesure I had everything I’d need to punish you or reward you. I have to admit,I’m not sure which would have been more fun.”
Carter shivered,and a quick look let Grant see that his words had the desired effect. Carter’shardening cock was starting to tent his skirt. The long material was light andfull enough that Grant thought the movement of the fabric would hide Carter’sarousal. It was also going to make the evening more fun.
Taking one handoff the wheel, Grant reached over and draped it on Carter’s legs. Slow caresseshe hoped seemed fairly innocent had more shivers running through Carter. Granthad to push back a wicked smile. He wasn’t going to make it easy for his sub tobehave. He hadn’t pushed his sub too hard that day, but Grant couldn’t let thatcontinue.
Carter would bedisappointed if it wasn’t a little bit torturous.
At least, that’swhat he was going to tell himself until Carter said otherwise. The way the subhad taken to spankings and the little playing they’d done made Grant think hewas on the right track. Letting his fingers slowly caress Carter’s leg as he carefullyworked his way closer to Carter’s groin, Grant started asking questions abouthis day.
Carter squeaked,then tried to cover it up with a cough. “My day?”
“Yes. I didn’t getto talk to as much as I wanted today. One meeting after another.” He wasn’texaggerating, either. Several meetings with restaurant owners about newpolicies had left him hungry and ready to skip out early. The smells thatalways came in with them, plus all the talk about food, made it hard to ignorehis rumbling stomach.
“Mine was fairlybusy.” Carter shifted in his seat but made no move to adjust Grant’s wanderinghand. “I had several good sales. Some of the larger pieces that I was afraidwouldn’t find a home. People make impulse purchases of the smaller items allthe time, but not so much when it comes to a couch or full dining room set.”
“That’s great.”
Carter smiled, forthe moment distracted from Grant’s touch. “I was surprised. It means I’m goingto have to rearrange things in the store and look for some new pieces to add. Iknow someone who does estate sales down in North Carolina. I’m going to giveher a call and see what kinds of things she’s been seeing. I got several goodtables from her last year and the couch that just sold.”
“Were they justrandom sales, or have you done something different?” Grant loved that he andCarter could talk about more than just BDSM. They’d spent countless hours overthe past couple of weeks talking about marketing and business plans. They weregetting to know each other on what he felt was a deeper level than just findingout Carter’s favorite color.
Which was an oddcolor of blue that wasn’t called blue but had something to do with the ocean.
Carter laughed. “Ihave this group of women who come in on a regular basis for gossip. They loveWyatt with his oversharing and lack of filter. Well, they came in today wantingto get some advice about fixing up two guys. That’s a crazy story that I’llhave to tell you about later. I guess they’ve been in so often lately that theyfinally broke down and bought the pieces they’d been eyeing. Who knows, itmight have been guilt about making me nuts, but I’ll take it because I’veearned the sales. Those crazy old ladies make me insane.”
Grant smiled andcouldn’t wait to hear the rest of the story. “I’m having a hard time picturingolder women stalking your store for gossip.”
“They’reterrible.” Carter shook his head. “And Wyatt always plays right into theirhands, telling them everything they want to know. It started with just one ofthe women, but then they all started trickling in for good gossip and antiques.Some days it feels like I should charge admission.”
Their casualconversation continued until they got to the restaurant. Carter had done hisbest to ignore Grant’s touch but it was becoming increasingly more difficult.By the time they parked, Grant had his fingers caressing the length of Carter’shard cock while Carter’s fingers dug into the sides of the seat. He was doinghis best to be good, but with Grant pushing his resolve at every turn, he wasstarting to lose the battle.
Turning off thecar, Grant looked over at Carter and gave him an innocent look. “You ready fordinner?”
Carter let out alow huff of frustration but took a deep breath and nodded. It would have beenmore believable, but Grant could feel the way Carter’s cock jerked and strainedagainst his panties. Letting his hand slide over Carter’s erection, Grant shookhis head. “I’m not sure you are. I don’t think I can take you in like this.”
Slouching back inthe seat, Carter gave him a skeptical look. Smart man, Grant thought with agrin. “I think we have to do something about this. I wouldn’t want you to gettempted to disobey and lose out on your reward. You don’t want that, do you?”
Carter shook hishead, narrowing his eyes. “No, I want my reward. I was good.”
