But I had to talk. Words were evil.“I…yes…all…”
That had to count, right?
“Are you already trying to be punished?”His tone was light, but I could hear the way he was aching to punish me.
“Sir. Yes, all of it, Sir.” I’d rather geta fun spanking the first time around than punished in some way.
Right?
Was that the right answer?
The more he caressed over and around mynipples, the less sure I was.
“That’s better.” He teased my nipples for afew more seconds before his hands started making broad sweeps over my chest.“Now, do you have anything you need to do for the rest of the afternoon? It’sgetting close to dinner.”
It was?
My sense of time had always been skewed whenI worked.
Staying up so late last night had thrownoff everything today. I wasn’t sure what I needed to do, but I wasn’t sure thatwas a good enough answer. “I should probably write? But everything else…I don’tknow.”
If I searched around my desk for my to-dolist, I might be able to piece my plan together, but by then the rest of my daywould be thrown off again.
My answer was confusing but honest, whichmust have pleased Tristan because he nodded. “Then we’re going to get you somedinner and put together a schedule for the rest of today and for tomorrow.”
Somehow kneeling and knowing he was veryobviously in charge at the moment made it more difficult to push back againsthis idea. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.” His fingers moved back to teasemy nipples. “Take my hands and stand up.”
Obeying him was second nature for somereason. As I laced my fingers with his and rose, I thought back to somethingAustin had said. He’d made an offhand comment one time about how natural it hadfelt with Silas from the very first time they’d met.
I might have doubted the honesty of thatstatement if I hadn’t been there to see it. Their attraction had been magnetic.I’d thought it was just something to do with Austin and how people were drawnto him, but as I stood before Tristan, I was starting to realize I’d underestimatedthe pull of the right alpha.
Chapter 6
Tristan
My first thought was whether it wasreasonable to mandate that he always work in gray sweats.
Especially if I could make sure he wasn’twearing anything under them…like today.
His gaze was relaxed and unfocused, but hiscock was hard and begging for attention. The contrast was striking and had myfingers itching to stroke him. But I didn’t want to go too fast. He might haveagreed to my touch over his clothes, but that didn’t mean I was going to takeadvantage of the situation.
It was going to be a balancing act.
“Hands behind your back.” I nodded as hecalmly obeyed.
Running my fingers over his chest, I admiredthe definition in his slim frame. It gave him a sturdy look even though hereally wasn’t that big. Robust enough to play with and not worry about hurtinghim.
“When do you have time to go to the gym?” Ithought it was an easy question, but he just shrugged. I chuckled. “I requirewords.”
“I don’t…Sir. I mean, sometimes I use theweights I have here, but most of the time I forget.” When I stroked my handsover his pecs, he moaned but caught himself and continued. “But it’s reallyjust good genes.”
Good genes didn’t mean healthy.
We were going to have to make sure he moveda bit more, and if I had to guess, I’d say we also had to work on his diet.
“Well, good genes have given you abeautiful…body.” I let my gaze rake down his front, making sure he knew I appreciatedthe sexy bulge his sweats were showing off. “But I’m not going to let you treatyour body like shit.”
