I was going to fail again if he kepttouching me, though.
I clearly hadn’t been practicing enoughself-control lately.
When Tristan released my cock, I let out alow whine that had him chuckling again. “I’m going to get started on some workand you’ve got ten minutes to get cleaned up. No playing with yourself. Justwash.”
Nodding, I swallowed and straightened.“Yes, Sir. I won’t play with myself.”
No matter how tempting it was going to be.
“Good boy.” His hands skimmed down my backas I stepped away and turned to look at him. Before I could even ask what hewanted me to do or wear after the shower, his gaze slid up my body and hesmiled. “I want you wearing another pair of these sweatpants, but nothingelse.”
“Yes, Sir.” I had a feeling it was moreabout the way I couldn’t hide my reactions to him than his appreciation of mytaste in clothing, but I didn’t care. I just loved the way he looked at me.
I got a nod and a smile from him as Iheaded through the house toward my bedroom. Part of me wanted to go back andask if he would get in the shower with me, but the more logical side of mybrain said I probably needed the space to think.
Logic was a terrible thing, but at least Iwould be able to tell Tanner and Bradley that I hadn’t jumped completelyheadfirst into insanity. I’d be able to say I’d calmly thought it through andthen threw myself at Tristan.
Getting a shower didn’t take the whole timehe’d given me, but I did my best to make sure I was ready for whatever myspanking would entail. Not having to pick out clothes helped make things fastertoo. Having a Dom was going to solve a lot of problems.
I didn’t have to search far to findTristan. He’d parked himself back in the study and was poring over the mess I’dmade of my social media accounts. Clearing my throat, I waited in the doorway.My brain wasn’t in the right headspace to work, but I wasn’t sure what Tristanwould want.
It was weird in a way.
It was my office and the space in the housethat was most me, but it just felt right to see him there. Even Jonah stillfelt like a guest in the room. It’d taken me months to be able to ignore himand work while he was there. But I had a feeling it wouldn’t be the same withTristan.
He smiled as he turned, leaning back in thechair. “You look very good like that, my omega.”
There was something about the way he saidit that made me feel like it was more than just a casual term of endearment. Itwas all my imagination, but it was a tempting fantasy.
His gaze wandered over my body as I stoodin the doorway. “Wet, disheveled hair and sexy pants that cling to you…oh yes,you’re going to be spending a lot of time just like this.”
Tristan stood, still smiling at me, andwent to sit on the couch. I just watched as he spread his legs and moved thepillow between them with his feet. “Come here.”
It was an order, but somehow the words weretender.
I’d waited for this point for so long thatI thought about what I was finally feeling as I slowly walked over to thecouch. Peace. There was no fear and no worry about looking silly. In fact,aside from the need to overanalyze everything, I felt floaty and content.
Kneeling, I relaxed as his hands strokedover my head and pulled me closer so I was resting on his leg. “That’s better.”
I could feel Tristan’s body relaxing undermy cheek as I cuddled closer. The bulge between his legs said he was just asexcited as I was, but he seemed content to take things slow. As he stroked hisfingers over my head, I closed my eyes.
“Have you ever been spanked?” There was nojudgment in his voice.
It was nice.
I’d only been asked that question a fewtimes, and unfortunately, it’d usually come with a lot more judgment, even fromguys who’d claimed to be Doms.
But before I answered I had to makesomething clear. Looking up, I tried to keep a neutral expression. “I trust youor I wouldn’t be here right now, but I just want to make sure we’re clear thatanything I tell you about me or the guys stays just between us. No sharing withfriends or at the club until we talk about it.”
Tristan nodded, thankfully not lookingoffended. “Yes.”
Kissing my head, he smiled and ran hisfingers through my hair. “I’m sure the background check has something to dowith that trust, but yes, I understand how important your privacy is, and asidefrom getting your permission to tell Rowan that we’re more than just workingtogether, I won’t share any details unless you let me know you’re okay withit.”
“Yes, you can tell Rowan basic stuff aboutus. Like I said before, I’m not ashamed of wanting to be your submissive, but Ineed to protect the guys.” We were too wound up in each other’s lives for me tobe careless.
“I understand. Nothing you tell me aboutthem will go further than us.” He relaxed back again, stroking my head as Ilaid my it on his leg once more. “Now tell me about your experience withspankings.”
No drama. I liked that.
