“Yes.” I could almost see his confident nod, and the perverse part of me who wanted him to be a sub mentally added a “Sir” to his answer. “I have a few people from work who’ve said they’re going to help me. My boss even made sure it was easy for everyone to have the time off. They’ve been great.”
“That’s good.” And surprising. Quite a few of my previous roommates had ended up doing most of the work themselves, because they hadn’t wanted me to help, but couldn’t find anyone else. Looking back, that should have been a sign. If they were too crazy to find friends, then I probably shouldn’t have let them move in.
“They’re, um, all a bit loud, but they mean well, and I’ll try to keep out of your way. I don’t want to interrupt your schedule or work. I understand it’s your office as well as your home, so I’ll do my best to respect that.” I was reading too much into his statement, but something about the way he’d said it made me picture a sweet sub on his knees waiting for his master.
Eager to please.
Wanting to show Master how good he could be.
Desperate for the spanking he knew would be coming.
And I needed to get my imagination under control, or every time I saw him I was going to end up with a hard-on. Clearing my voice, trying not to sound like I was erect and ready to bend him over, I tried to put him at ease. “Don’t worry about it. I realize that moving is difficult, and I’ve made sure I don’t have anything pressing that day. You have enough to worry about without me telling you to behave because I’m on the phone.”
And that hadn’t come out right.
Roommates weren’t told to behave, subs were.
Fuck.
He gave a quick cough but didn’t say anything about my slip. Had he not realized what I’d said? Was he just chalking it up to me being odd? Finally, Reece spoke again. “Thanks. I appreciate how easy you're making this. Finding someone who you get along with and can relate to is difficult. I think we’re going to end up having a lot in common.”
To my ears, the words sounded too careful to be just a random comment. But I knew I was just reading between the lines again. With the kind of mood I was in, I could make anything sound dirty. “I think so too.”
Probably not, but I wasn’t going to say it and end up sounding like an ass.
“Well, I’ll be over there Friday morning. Um, was there anything else I needed to do or sign?” He sounded hesitant, and I wanted to say just a little bit eager.
“I think we got everything done yesterday. Just let me know if you need help with the move or if you’re not going to be able to meet the delivery guys for some reason.” And I had to get off the phone before I said anything else ridiculous.
Telling him to behave…what was I going to do next, call him a naughty boy?
Reece made a low hum of agreement. “Sure, and thanks again. I’ll see you Friday.” He quickly disconnected the call, and I tossed my phone back onto the desk.
“You’re screwed.” He was going to make me crazy.
I gave up on the idea of finishing the documentary and headed for my room. There was only one way I wanted to relax at that moment, and it wasn’t watching TV. Walking in, I pushed the door so it almost caught on the frame and went over to stretch out on the bed.
I didn’t even bother to get naked. I just cupped my aching cock through the pants and gave it a long stroke. It wasn’t going to take long, and I wasn’t in any mood to drag it out. Edging a sub was perfection, but when it was just me getting off, I was more of a straight-to-the-point kind of guy.
The hard length of my dick strained against the panties, and I finally gave in. Shoving down the soft pajama bottoms and panties with one hand, I leaned over to the nightstand and squirted the lotion into my other.
Taking my cock in a tight grip, I closed my eyes and pictured a sub stretched across my bed. Tied down at all four corners, he’d be humping the bed, trying to get enough friction on his cock to orgasm, but it would be no use. The tight cock ring wrapped around his erection would keep him from coming.
Moving my hand faster, I imagined flogging my sub, watching his ass grow pink while he writhed and moaned. I was getting closer and closer to the edge—the fantasy was too perfect. And if I finally orgasmed to the mental picture of a brown-eyed sub begging his master to let him come, I was going to ignore it.
Reaching over for the tissues on the table next to the bed, I cleaned up my chest where streaks of cum had hit. Shoving my clothes the rest of the way off my legs, I got up and headed for the bathroom. I was going to shower and then pretend I hadn’t jerked off to the image of my straight, more than likelyveryvanilla roommate.
Shaking my head at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I felt ridiculous. “You are so fucked.”
