“How do you feel, baby?”
It wasn’t a difficult question, but theanswer I wanted to give seemed silly. I finally just answered. “Peaceful.”
“Perfect.”
So maybe it wasn’t a silly answer.
“You look beautiful like that. Relaxed andsubmissive.” His fingers trailed along my neck, sending a shiver through me. “Iknew I’d love seeing you like this.”
That sent waves of confusing emotionsthrough me—pleasure at his touch and just knowing I pleased him in generalmixed with mild embarrassment and a host of other things I wasn’t sure I had aname for. Porter seemed to understand that, or maybe he could just feelsomething in my body, because he kept stroking my head and letting me relax.
I lost track of time as he kept up the slowcaresses and let me get used to simply being with him like that. When hestarted to speak again, he made me smile and squirm a bit. “I can’t wait to seeyou naked and kneeling for me. I’ll slowly strip you down, and when you’recurled at my feet so beautifully, we’ll watch a movie or talk.”
The idea of being naked in front of himwasn’t startling. After our kisses, I’d kind of hoped that was where theevening was heading, but naked and kneeling put another spin on it.
“I might even decide to teach you to becomemy sexy cockwarmer.” The words were enticing even though I wasn’t sure what hewas picturing, but as he continued, I figured it out. “You’d look so amazing kneelingfor me and just using that sexy mouth to keep my dick warm and hard as I workedor watched TV.”
That was…interesting.
I must have made some kind of a soundbecause he chuckled and trailed a finger down my neck. “I think you’d likethat.”
Maybe.
“What do you think about being mycockwarmer?” The question was so insane, even thinking about it wouldn’t makeit more logical, so I just answered.
“Objectified.” Then I realized that mightsound negative, so I sat up and opened my eyes. “But that wasn’t bad.”
Porter smiled and his hand came around tocup my chin and stroke my jaw. “Not all the time, but sometimes just a bit ofobjectification is fun.”
I nodded. “It sounded sexy.”
His smile turned to something darker, stillpleased but there was an edge of erotic pleasure now. “I agree. You look likeyou were made to kneel for me.”
The possession in his voice didn’t gounnoticed by me, but I liked it. In another situation like a regular first dateit might have been creepy, but this was perfect. This was what I’d alwaysimagined submission should feel like. “It feels right, Sir.”
Confessing that had the butterflies in mystomach stirring up again, but Porter’s heated, possessive gaze made it worthit. “I’m glad, but I think you’re going to like it even better when you’renaked for me and can’t hide your reactions.”
I wanted to curse as I felt my face heatingup, but Porter’s chuckle did wicked things to my insides and I found myselfshifting to try to get more comfortable. The jeans were made to look sexy, notto be comfortable with an erection.
“Oh yes, I can’t wait to see every inch ofyou exposed for me.” He was sincere and utterly erotic just studying me like hewas imagining me naked.
No one had ever looked at me like that.
He must have liked what he was seeing inhis mind because his erection was impossible to miss. When he realized what Iwas trying not to notice, he grinned and brought one hand to his thigh toabsently stroke his dick as he caressed my face with his other hand.
“Do you like knowing you’ve turned me on ordoes it make you nervous?” The sexy question asked in such a reasonable way hadmy dick jerking and trying to beg for my hand or some kind of friction.
“Is both a reasonable answer, Sir?” His nodmade me feel a bit better. “Both.”
“Does the fact that it makes you nervousmake you more aroused or less?” Again, he asked it like it was such areasonable question, even though he was playing with his dick, that it wasmaking my head spin.
“More, I think?” I swallowed and foundmyself staring at his fingers as they slowly circled what had to be the head ofhis cock. I wanted to give him a better answer, but there was no way I couldlook away from the sexy sight in front of me. “I’ve never felt this way, soit’s hard to tell what’s making everything more erotic.”
“Is watching me play with my erectionmaking you more aroused?” I found myself nodding before he’d even finished thequestion which made him chuckle again.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.” It was asimple order that had me rambling out odd things.
“I’m thinking about how you’ll look naked,and how weird this is, but it’s perfect too, and do you like that muchsensation on the head of your dick?” Okay, maybe I should have edited that abit, but I was feeling very relaxed so it probably wouldn’t happen.
