That sounded like a wonderful idea. I hadthe best Master ever.
Chapter 14
Silas
Giggles coming from under the cover werethe first sign that Trouble was awake. I was expecting him to have the hangoverfrom hell, but he seemed so perky it would have made me insane if I’d been theone who was hungover.
Luckily for him, I was sober and had gottenenough sleep after finally getting him dropped into bed with the threat of thecock cage and no orgasms for a month if he didn’t stop grabbing my dick.Trouble had been horny. Unfortunately, we hadn’t talked about limits when he’dbeen drinking, so I wasn’t going to do anything questionable.
But really, who would have thought thatpart of our evening conversation needed to include what to do when he came homehandsy and wasted. Next time, that was the first thing we were going to discussbecause he was a chatty drunk, and trying to convince him that we were going towait until he was sober again before we had sex had been almost impossible.
Setting aside my phone where I’d beenreading the news, I pulled down the covers to see him grinning up at me. Isnorted. “Shouldn’t you have a hangover, Trouble?”
“Alcohol loves me.” He flopped over on meand pulled his legs up so he was sitting on my lap. Resting his head on myshoulder, he wiggled closer. “Cuddles.”
“Demanding little demon.” But I startedstroking his back and kissed the side of his head. “How did you sleep?”
Once I’d been able to convince him to lie stilland close his eyes he’d been out like a light, so it wasn’t a surprise when Igot an excited little wiggle. “Wonderful. I love cuddling with you.”
“Lying sideways across the bed and half ontop of me is not cuddling, Trouble.” I was serious, but he just giggled.
Trouble was definitely a morning person.
I hadn’t been sure if his excitement lastFriday morning had been because of how well the evening had gone or just hisnormal personality coming through, but it was obvious that level of excitementwas something I should expect on a regular basis.
Trouble didn’t even deny hogging the bed.“Of course it is.”
But he kissed my neck, trying to apologizeor distract me. Either would work. “You ready to go see the warehouse?”
He finally groaned, shaking his head. “No.”
“You’ve got two hours before we need tohead over, and you need breakfast and new clothes because yours have a lived-inlook.” Trouble had either spilled something on his shirt or he’d taken a bathin something stronger than a bit of vodka because it was ripe.
“That’s plenty of time. We can have fun andthen I’ll get a quick shower and put something of yours on. Coffee in the carwill work until we can have lunch later.” In his mind, he had it all organized.
“No.” My answer had him lifting his headand giving me a cute pout. “You’re insane if you think I’m going to let youwait hours to eat a real meal, and you need to make a good impression on the contractor,so you can’t arrive wearing clothes that are three sizes too big.”
He huffed and gave me a sweet butcompletely manipulative kiss. “But, Master.”
I chuckled. “How about we go get yourclothes and then I’ll take you out to my favorite diner?”
That perked the drama queen up. “Do theyhave fried potatoes and muffins?”
That was the oddest combination ever. “Ifyou think that’s all you’re going to eat for breakfast, you’re crazy, Trouble.”
He grinned. “And coffee.”
Pulling him close, I kissed him thoroughlybefore biting at his lower lip. When I finally released his mouth, he waswiggling and making needy sounds. “At least one fruit and some protein. Nowlet’s get you a T-shirt to wear until we get you back to your place.”
“But Master…” He rocked his cock into mystomach and started grinding his ass on my dick. “I need more kisses.”
I moved my hands to his hips and pinned himto me. “Then you should have thought about that before you stayed up drinkinguntil two a.m. and then slept until after eleven.”
He cocked his head and bit his lip, alittle playful but still looking thoughtful. “You came to get me like youpromised you would.”
“Trouble, there will never be a time Iwon’t come for you if you need me.” I reached up to cup his face. “I told youto call me if you needed a ride home and I meant it. You’re too important to meto risk on something like taking a cab when you’re that drunk. I’d have beenbeyond angry if you’d have gotten hurt.”
He smiled then gave me a playful pout.“Months and months in the cage?”