Giving him another kiss, I kept a straightface. “Just not too well-behaved. I wouldn’t want you to develop any badhabits.”
“Never.” He cupped my face then reacheddown and squeezed my hand. “Dinner and work. Let’s go.”
If this was what having a Dom was like, Icould definitely get used to it. “Yes, Sir.”
His wicked smile said he was counting thehours until I was done with my work…and so was I.
****
“There’s no way you read that page that quickly.”Porter’s voice made me jump. I felt like a kid who’d just gotten caught goofingoff instead of studying for their test.
“Um, I’m a fast reader?” What was Ireading?
Wait. That hadn’t come out nearly asconfident as I’d hoped it would.
Porter chuckled, but the way he shook hishead and the look on his face said he hadn’t bought it for a second. “Bringyour laptop here.”
That was probably part of the problem; readingon a computer screen seemed to make it a lot harder to stay focused than aregular book. But everything was done digitally now and there didn’t even seemto be a paper book for the English class.
I probably should have asked morequestions, but when I got over to the couch, he took the computer and set it onthe coffee table. “Take off your clothes.”
He stood and gave me a quick, heated kissbefore walking over to his bag by the end of the bed. The room was just big enoughto have a living room area and space for a bed on the far wall by the window,but it was all in one large room. I was just glad to be out of the house and onmy own, but when I’d first started looking, money had taken precedence overspace.
I was starting to rethink that decision.
But for the moment I was scrambling to takeoff my clothes because my brain was moving slower than his feet, and I didn’twant to still be wearing my clothes when he came back over. Barely making it intime, I threw my socks on the pile and straightened as he returned.
It wasn’t until he got closer that Irealized he had one of my pillows and cuffs of some kind in his hands.
The outside looked leather or somethinglike that, but as he turned them in his hand, I could see something soft liningthe interior. I wasn’t sure what he was going to do, but my brain was happilyskipping around giving me enough dirty ideas that my dick had started to get inon the action too.
Porter’s wicked grin said he’d noticed thattoo, but he didn’t comment on it…which somehow just made it hotter.
As he sat down on the couch, he laid thepillow between his feet and set the cuffs beside him. Holding out his hand, hisorder came out simply, like he knew I wouldn’t question it. “Come here.”
He was right.
Moving between his legs as he took my hand,I positioned myself over the pillow and knelt down facing away from him. When Iwas in place between his legs and the coffee table, he brought my hands behindmy back.
The cuffs were soft and spaced out enoughthat they were comfortable. I liked the way they felt around my wrists, but Icouldn’t resist pulling against them. Porter must’ve realized I wasn’t tryingto get them off because he chuckled. “They’ve got hook and loop tape on them sothey’ll come off quickly if you don’t like them, but they’re not going to beeasy for you to remove.”
And I had to test that too.
Yep, he was right.
Porter leaned in and nibbled on my neck.“Now just imagine being secured from the ceiling and being able to strain andsquirm and know you’ll never escape.”
My dick jumped so hard it thumped againstthe table, making Porter give a wicked chuckle that went right through me.“Yes, please.”
Scraping his teeth along my neck, hewrapped his arms around me and stroked my chest. “Not yet. You have work tofinish.”
Shit.
How was that going to work?
He was a mind reader. “As you read, I’llturn the pages for you. But before I turn the page, I’m going to quiz you onone thing you read. If you get it right, I’ll stroke your dick. If you get itwrong, no playtime. And if you get three wrong, you won’t get to come at alltonight.”
I really wasn’t sure if I was beingrewarded, punished, or just toyed with.
