Considering that when I’d arrived, the only non-takeout food in his fridge had been eggs, I was hoping he could actually make them. “I don’t mind cooking.”
He gave me a wicked grin. “I might keep you tied up and bare like my naked sex slave on the weekends, but I’m not going to let you turn into the maid. You’ve made dinner all week, and you promised me lasagna today, so it’s my turn.”
“Thank you.” Hoping I wasn’t going to regret it, I sat up and let him pull me off the bed. He herded me into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Houston gave me a kiss and then stepped away. “I need to get you a towel. I’ll be right back.”
As he stepped out of the room, I used the privacy to piss and check my ass in the bathroom mirror. It looked almost normal, unfortunately, but I could still feel the stiffness and the echoes of the spanking from the previous night as I moved.
Houston chuckled as he stepped through the door. “Should I have spanked you harder? You seem disappointed that you can’t still see my handprints on your ass.”
Slightly embarrassed at being caught, I had to nod. “Um, yes?”
I liked spankings and paddlings, and something about feeling it the next day and seeing the marks, not just the faded pink skin, was hot. The pain and pleasure seemed crossed in my head, and even though it hurt, it kept pushing me higher, making me want more.
“I’m going to remember that.” He stepped up closer and roughly grabbed my cheeks in both hands, giving them a squeeze that made me moan. “I’m not just going to do it on the weekend, though. I’m going to send you to work aching and feeling every swing of my paddle when you sit down. After seeing the people you work around, they’re going to know what you’ve been up to, my naughty pet.”
Probably. But considering everything they’d overshared about, I wasn’t particularly worried.
My dick gave me away before I had the chance to respond with words. Houston continued his kneading but chuckled again. “And I think you like that…or at the very least, your cock does.”
I just let out a low moan and nodded. When Houston stepped away, I frowned. He just gave my ass a smack. “Shower. I didn’t say anything about you getting to come this morning.”
That just made my cock even harder. It wasn’t that bright, but it was very enthusiastic.
I wasn’t sure if he was fully Master or not, but deciding not to push my luck, I nodded, following him into the shower. “Yes, Sir.”
Questions were running amuck in my head, but I tried to push them away for the time being. There was no rush. I didn’t think he was going anywhere. From just the things he’d said while we were talking in the living room, he seemed to be taking whatever we were turning out to be very seriously.
I’d never been completely lifestyle with anyone and honestly hadn’t even come close, so I couldn’t say how much I really wanted, but I liked the idea of being able to let everything go when I came home and just let him be in control.
After the chaos of work, it sounded like heaven.
The hot sting of the water as it barreled out of the nozzle made me want to groan. It was perfect, almost too much, and it massaged out the kinks and stiff muscles while Houston held me. After a few minutes, he reached for his shampoo and started soaping up my hair. I leaned against him, closing my eyes and just soaking up his touch.
He worked his hands over my scalp and through my hair. It was the best shower ever. By the time he was pushing me deeper under the spray to rinse off my hair, I was putty in his hands. Well, everything but my cock, it was still hard as a rock and thoroughly enjoying Houston’s touch, even if it was being ignored.
The shower was big enough for both of us, a wide, deep space that didn’t feel crowded even when he started moving me around to wash the rest of my body. He was thorough but gentle as he soaped my cock and went over my still-sensitive hole. As much as I’d wanted to fool around when we’d woken up, his restraint was probably a good idea—at least for a little while.
When I was clean to his satisfaction, and unable to decide if I was more turned on or relaxed, he gave his own body a cursory scrub. I wanted to help, but he was intent on getting me fed and taking care of me without getting distracted. It was slightly frustrating but still sweet.
As the water started to cool, he made sure I was rinsed, then turned it off. “Let’s get you dried.”
After the same care was taken to wipe the water off, he stepped back and quickly dried himself. Giving me a once-over that felt more like an inspection than anything erotic, he nodded. “Are you cold?”
“No.” I’d honestly been too hot in the bed, and the rest of the house felt good.
“Okay, then I’m not going to worry about clothes for you. I want you to tell me if you get chilly, and we’ll make it warmer in the house. Got it?” His voice was firm as he hung up the towel.
The look on his face said I was going to end up spending most of my time at home naked.
“Yes, Sir.” Naked was a rule I could definitely follow.
“All right, you may go brush your teeth and do anything else you need to, but I expect you back here standing in the middle of the bedroom in five minutes.” His firm voice said it wasn’t a question or a request; it was a politely worded order.
“Yes, Sir.” Taking his nod as a dismissal, I hurried out of his bathroom to my own.
I was back with seconds to spare. Houston was waiting for me, dressed in jeans and a button-down shirt that made me feel even more naked. I walked over to the middle of the room and stood quietly. He was giving me that stare again; the one I thought meant he was thinking over something. When he finally nodded and moved away from the bed where he’d been leaning, I wasn’t sure what would happen.
He started walking over to the closet. “Give your cock a couple of strokes. I want you hard for me, Pet. But remember, you only get to touch your cock when you have permission, is that clear?”
Crystal. “Yes, Sir.” And just that order was enough to get me hard again, but I wrapped my fingers around my dick and started slowly stroking it.
When he stepped out of the closet with a wicked smile, he had something small in his hand, and it took me a second to figure out what it was. “This is going to look perfect on you.”
He wrapped the leather cock ring around the base of my dick, handling it almost roughly. It was enough to make my toes curl into the carpet and desire to start welling up inside of me. By the time my dick was restrained to Houston’s satisfaction, I couldn’t remember why I hadn’t pushed harder for him to make love to me that morning.
Houston ran his fingers over my trapped hard-on and looked very pleased with himself. “I think I owe you breakfast and coffee.” Then he stepped closer and gave me a kiss, letting his body brush against my erection while I moaned into his mouth.
It was going to be a long morning.
