Wyatt peeked up again and his expression looked a little skeptical. Like he wasn’t sure if he should answer the question. Garrett took the hand that had been resting on the couch and moved it to Wyatt’s leg, giving him a little squeeze.
“I wanted to kneel.” Again, not nervous but quiet and maybe a little curious. He probably wanted to know where the conversation was heading.
Garrett wasn’t sure where they were heading. All he knew was that he was finally starting to learn what made Wyatt tick. It was fascinating and Garrett wasn’t going to let the conversation drop just yet.
“You wanted to kneel while we were talking?” Garrett tried to sound as neutral as he could. Then he waited for Wyatt’s response. He wanted to be perfectly clear. No guessing.
“Yes. Sitting in the chair wasn’t comfortable.” Then he took another deep breath and continued. “Knowing you were a Dominant and one that I…that I liked made it difficult.”
Garrett gave him another little squeeze and tried to be just as honest. “I found those meetingsverydifficult as well. I kept wanting to touch you and help you relax but it didn’t seem appropriate at the time. Unlike some people I could name, a certain sexy sub, I had no idea you were into the lifestyle.”
He gave Wyatt a little grin when the boy glanced up, blushing again. “There wasn’t a good way to bring it up and then it just felt more awkward…” Wyatt shrugged obviously not sure how to explain it.
“A simple,Ben and Conner recommended youwould have sufficed. I would have gotten the hint and you wouldn’t have had to say anything more specific.”
Wyatt sighed, then hunched over. “But then you might have mentioned me to them and they might have mentioned that I had a little crush on you and then I would have died right there the next time I came in to pay a bill. It would have all been very messy.”
Garrett didn’t fight his smile. Wyatt was so cute, even obviously mortified. “Did we meet before? I can’t remember talking to you at the club. That’s where you saw me, right?”
“We didn’t meet exactly. I was with someone else a couple of years ago, when you were introduced to my previous master. You were polite, but we didn’t talk. When he left the country, I decided not to follow. I saw you a few times at the club but I didn’t go out of my way to get your attention. Then you stopped coming as often. Ben and Conner said that business had picked up so much you were really busy.”
“Ah. That makes sense.” At least, a little. If the sub was too shy to come up and talk or even to walk by and flirt a little, Garrett might not have noticed. He typically didn’t go after subs that didn’t seem to be interested.
There also had to be more to the story. Already, he could tell that Wyatt didn’t give his submission lightly. If he decided not to move with his previous master, he must have had a good reason. Garrett decided it wasn’t something he was going to press right now, but he wasn’t going to push it aside completely.
“So Ben and Conner knew that you liked me, huh? They didn’t say anything about it.” He was going to have a talk with those two.
“Yes, but I begged them not to say anything.” Wyatt was still clearly embarrassed at how the conversation was going.
“I wish you would have. I thought you were sweet and cute the first time you came into the office. You’ve sorely strained my control over the past year.” Garrett decided to test the waters a bit. “At some point, I think you might need to be punished for that.”
Watching Wyatt look over to the spanking bench in the corner, Garrett felt his arousal surge. There was no way a sub who had a personal spanking bench would hate it. Wyatt started biting his lip, and they were close enough that Garrett could see his pupils get wider. Someone really liked that idea.
It took Wyatt a minute to be able to respond but finally, he managed a breathy, “Yes, if I was…if I was bad then you’d have to, Sir.”
Garrett tightened his grip on the sub and gave him a little wink. “Oh, I think I’ll have to. You’ve given me no choice, boy.”
A low moan escaped Wyatt and Garrett felt his legs tighten. Looking down, it was easy to see the sub’s erection pushing out against his pants. Wyatt didn’t mind that idea at all. Garrett had to remind himself they weren’t going to rush things.
A naked spanking over the bench would be rushing things.
However, a clothed spanking over his lap wouldn’t be. It was all a matter of perspective.
They both got a small reprieve from the growing sexual tension when a timer started going off in the kitchen. Wyatt blinked a few times then his brain seemed to clear. “Timer…Oh, the timer. I’ve got to finish the rest of dinner.”
Garrett gave the sub one last little squeeze and released his grip on the boy’s arms. Taking his hand off Wyatt’s leg, Garrett gave him a smile. “I can’t wait to see what you’ve made. I’m starving.”
Wyatt gave him a sheepish grin. “Good. I might have made too much.”
Helping Wyatt off his lap, Garrett followed him into the kitchen. The wonderful smells were even better in here. It was almost like he was walking into a nice restaurant. Something about the smells made him think of juicy steaks and fried potatoes.
“Smells incredible.”
“Thanks. I like to cook.”
“I don’t mind cooking but I never seem to have enough time during the week. And on the weekend, I usually end up at one of my brothers’ houses grilling out or something like that. My mother made sure all of us were functional and could cook, but there are only so many hours in the day.” He loved his job but between regular business hours, extra time with clients who couldn’t come in during traditional hours, and other assorted meetings with local business groups, his day was sometimes incredibly long.
“I can understand that. With trying to get the furniture for the club done, I haven’t had much time either. I’m finally starting to feel like I’ve got a handle on it, though.”
