“To kneel and let him be in charge.” It came out slightly whiny and dejected. He was going to end up looking even more ridiculous than he had before. In the past, he’d thought he’d been subtle, evidently not.
“I don’t see the problem then. You are going to be much calmer when you’re kneeling and not trying to ignore what you need. Show them that. Show them your confident sub side. The side that kneels in the club perfectly happy at his master’s feet. They’ve only seen the ‘I’m–trying–to–act–vanilla–and–it–isn’t–working’ side. It’s not like you’re going to be naked or something. As long as it’s reasonably private in the office, do what makes you happy.”
“Do you think it’s that simple?”
“Yes. You’re over-thinking this. And I get why. Your family sucks when it comes to accepting you. It doesn’t sound like his family is the same way. From what you’ve said, it seems like they won’t mind.” Carter walked around, coming up beside Wyatt. Giving him a quick hug, Carter shrugged. “As long as Garrett doesn’t mind, and I know I’ve already said this,do what makes you happy.”
“It’s just, I know how to behave in the club and I know what I like at home. I don’t know how to act other places with him. I never had to go through this with Richard.” Saying that made Wyatt think.
Richard had never brought him home to meet his family or took him out in public as his sub anywhere besides the club. Even there, they’d been cautious and hadn’t played much. When they went out, it was as regular boyfriends. Wyatt hadn’t called him anything besides Richard when they were out in public. He was only Master at home or in the club, that was it. It seemed reasonable at the time when Richard had explained it.
Wyatt couldn’t figure out how he felt about it all. On one hand, it made him really think about his previous Dominant. He hadn’t thought Richard had been ashamed of the dynamics in their relationship but maybe he’d missed it. On the other hand, the idea of everyoneknowingwas giving him hives.
Was there a middle ground?
Did he even want one?
If they already knew he was a submissive and Garrett was a Dominant, was there any reason to pretend to be vanilla? He would have been more comfortable in the office if he could have knelt and related to Garrett in the context of the lifestyle. Even if they’d never moved past a business relationship, it would have made him less nuts.
Once he’d gotten out of his parents’ house, he’d never hidden hissexual preferencein the closet. However, he also hadn’t gone out of his way to show people he was any moredifferent. These weren’t just people, though. These were Garrett’s family and co-workers. Wyatt didn’t know if that made it better or worse.
“Richard was a dick. You were starting to realize that. Otherwise, you would have gone with him. And don’t even open your mouth, we both know I’m right.” Carter gave him this look like he wasn’t going to take any bull about it.
Wyatt decided to ignore the comment completely.
“What would you do if you knew,like alternative reality kind of thing, you knew everyone wouldn’t care and was entirely open to whatever you did? You walk in there in some kind of naughty French maid costume and they wouldn’t even think it was odd at all. What would you do then?”
It should have been harder to answer but Wyatt knew exactly how that would go. Even though the maid’s outfit was probably more Carter’s fantasy than his. “I’d walk in. Say hi, that kind of stuff. Then I’d ask if Master was busy. When I got in his office, I’d kneel and then we’d talk.”
“So do it.”
“No!”
“He likes you…head-over-heels kind of likes you. He’s not going to get upset. Now you have to get going or you’re going to be late.”
Something on Wyatt’s face must have given him away because Carter snorted again. “Didn’t think I knew you were stalling, huh? Go.”
Wyatt was unceremoniously marched to the door. “But…”
“Nope. Go. Talk about your list with your master and have a fun evening. Don’t overthink it.” Carter was firm and strangely cheerful. He looked like he enjoyed making Wyatt nuts.
Wyatt wouldn’t have been nearly as embarrassed, except Mrs. Jenkins chose that moment to walk up to the door. She didn’t even pause. She just gave them a sweet smile and inclined her head slightly. “So you have a new beau. That’s wonderful, dear. You’ve been alone since you moved here, and we were starting to get worried.”
“We?”
“Oh, the ladies I have tea with. They find you two boys…sweet.” She said it innocently but Wyatt had a feeling she didn’t mean exactly what she’d said.
“Um, thank you?” Now he really had to go. He had no idea how much she’d heard and he wasn’t going to stay and figure it out. Carter could tell him later if he needed to duck under the counter and hide the next time she came in.
Even considering what those naughty little old ladies could be saying about them was going to make his hives worse. “I have to run but good seeing you, ma’am.”
Then he ran—well, walked very quickly.
As he got in his car, he heard Mrs. Jenkins talking to Carter. “He has such good manners. Now it makes sense. This day and age most young men are so rude.”
For the love of…
Wyatt had to take a deep breath. He’d worry about her later. For now, he had to focus his panic on going to Master’s work. That was enough to concentrate on. He’d figure out the rest later.
