“There’s usually more. Jonah helps meremember to get groceries, but the delivery system I use was down the other daywhen I thought about ordering and Jonah’s been off.” I wouldn’t starve todeath. Just about every restaurant in the area delivered or partnered with anapp that did. But I had a feeling he wouldn’t like that answer.
“I’ll make sure there’s food from now on.Jonah has a lot going on and I have a feeling you’ll eat takeout every meal ifI let you.” He laughed when I just stayed silent.
“That’s what I thought.” Tristan shook hishead as he smiled.
As he brought the dishes to the sink, heglanced around. “This is much cleaner than I pictured.”
I wished I could take credit for that. “Ihave someone who comes on the weekend and helps around the house.”
Austin kept pushing me to get someone on amore full-time basis, but I hated the idea of people hovering over me. The servicethat came in on Saturdays was professional and quiet and left me alone.
“Ah, that makes sense.” Tristan nodded, butI could see he was thinking about something.
I considered asking, but I quickly came tothe conclusion that I didn’t care. If he wanted to start cleaning more orchange something, he’d tell me.
Standing, I moved around the kitchenputting things away as he washed the handful of dishes. By the time we wereboth done the kitchen looked much better and I was ready for a shower. But Iwasn’t sure how to get one…ask or wait?
Before I could work up the nerve to bringit up, Tristan came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. Leaning intohis embrace felt natural even though logically I knew we hadn’t known eachother long enough for it to be the case.
“Is there something you want to ask me?”The way his hands slowly stroked over my chest and down toward my cock said heknew what I was thinking.
“May I get a shower, Sir?” I barely heldback a moan as his fingers teased over my half-hard cock.
The faint stain of cum under his fingersmade my face start to heat, but I refused to look away. Everything he did wasso hot I didn’t want to miss a second of it. His breath caressed my neck andear as he spoke. “Are you still wet and sticky with your cum or has it dried?”
It was the craziest question anyone hadever asked me…and considering Austin, that was saying something.
I swallowed and fought to sound reasonableand not like the needy slut I really was. “Almost dried, Sir.”
I didn’t know what possessed me, but Iwanted to push things further. “Will you check and make sure it's dry enough? Idon’t want to lie to you, Sir. I know this is part of my punishment for comingwithout your permission.”
My erection was back in full force, but Idid my best to ignore the way he was lightly stroking me. Tristan seemed toenjoy just driving me crazy because he didn’t immediately push my sweats down.“Are you trying to be a good boy or are you trying to show off your body toyour Dom?”
Which answer would get his fingers aroundmy dick?
I swallowed and tried to find the right wayto answer him. “I want to be good, but I want to make sure my Dom knows that hecan touch me more.”
Tristan made a low pleased sound that hadmy dick jerking. “I think my boy is a greedy sub who wants to come again.”
Possibly.
“But you still haven’t been thoroughlypunished enough.” His husky words made a shiver run down my spine. A lowchuckle said he hadn’t missed my reaction. “Because you’re still a very newsub, I’m going to give you two options for your punishment.”
I wasn’t sure if that would be a good thingor not, but I knew better than to say that. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Yes, you’re trying to be a very good boy.”His touch lightened even more, though, so I wasn’t sure I was being goodenough. “Now, for your punishment. You can either go a week without coming oryou can get a spanking tonight.”
He was trying to make me come again, wasn’the?
Logically, I knew he was giving me an outso that if I wasn’t ready to take things to the next level I could let himknow. But I wasn’t afraid of being naked in front of him or getting spanked.There was a tiny part of me that worried about what he’d think of me for beingso…open-minded to the possibilities, but he was a Dom and nothing he’d said ordone had made me doubt his honesty.
“A spanking. Please don’t make me wait aweek to come.” It might have sounded a bit whiny, but by the way he chuckled,Tristan seemed to love my desperation.
“Alright, but because I’m so nice, I’mgoing to let you get a shower first.” His hand gripped my cock firmly. It wasstill through my pants, but it made my toes curl and I let out a quiet moan. “Ibet you’re glad to get cleaned up. Hopefully, you’ll remember who your orgasmsbelong to in the future.”
Yes, I was moaning in gratitude.
“Thank you, Sir.” I took a slightly raggedbreath. “I’ll do my best. I promise.”
