“I have to admit I thought she would bemore upset by the whole not straight thing, but you were right. I still don’tunderstand why the age thing was so hard for her.” He seemed honestly perplexed,which was cute.
“Laura dated a guy who was older a whileago. She was a senior in high school when she started dating him.” Life wasdefinitely weird because now a lot of things made more sense. “Looking back,I’m pretty sure he was a sub, and that she was in charge of their relationship,but my mother threatened to call the cops.”
“Wow. She was over eighteen, right?”Porter’s question had me nodding.
“He stopped coming around, but I’m not sureshe really stopped seeing him. She pretends to have no time to date, but she’salways really vague.” Yeah, the more I thought about it, the more I realized Ishould’ve asked more questions.
“Do you think I should ask her about it?” Ifinally opened my eyes and turned to him. “If she wanted to talk about it, she’dcome to me, right?”
Porter shrugged. “I’m not going to assume Icould guess what any of the women in your family are thinking.”
Laughing, I felt some of the stress I’dbeen feeling slide away. “Very true.”
As he turned on the car, he reached overand ran his hand over my head. “You feeling better? You seemed…stressed isn’tquite the right word, but very much like the first Landon I met.”
I could see that. “I don’t think I’ll everfeel comfortable showing a lot of that side of me with them. Is that okay?”
“Yes, baby.” Porter leaned over and gave mea tender kiss. “If I’m the only person who gets to see the sweet side of you,that’s fine.”
Nuzzling against his hand as he stroked mycheek, I shrugged. “I don’t know about you being the only person, but yeah, I’mnot sure I’ll ever be very relaxed around other people.”
“You did a good job with Derek, and myfriends like you.” He gave me another kiss. “You just be you and don’t worryabout pleasing anyone else. I like who you are.”
I smiled up at him. “Thank you, Sir.”
His hand slipped behind my head, keeping meclose as he took one more kiss. “That’s much better.”
Nodding, I cuddled into his neck. “I agree.It felt weird just calling you my boyfriend and always calling you Porter.”
He chuckled. “That was odd for me too.You’ve always called me Sir most of the time. I think we did pretty goodplaying vanilla, but your sister’s looks and giggles did not help my ability tobehave.”
I had to laugh as he finally let me sitback in my seat. “Yeah, she was enjoying herself, but if my mother had beenable to get her head out of her ass, she’d have realized something was up. I’mgoing to have to tell Laura to behave.”
“Good luck with that.” Still grinning,Porter focused back on the car and started the drive home.
The traffic was as bad as usual, butsomething about the trip made it go quickly…though that might have been the wayPorter’s hand kept wandering over my cage and nipples every time the trafficslowed.
By the time we got home, I was a horny messand any thoughts of family or drama were long forgotten.
Porter seemed to enjoy my obvious needbecause as he turned off the car, he unbuckled and leaned over to nibble on myneck. “I’ve got a needy boy, don’t I?”
We both knew the answer to that so I noddedas I tried to find the words to respond, even though the scrape of his teethwas sending shivers through me. “Yes, please, Sir. Is it time for…for myreward?”
Just imagining what he might do to me hadmy trapped dick trying to harden, and another shiver raced through me.
“I think so.” He gently bit down on my ear,making me moan and arch up even though I was still trapped against the seatbelt. “I think it’s time to see how you like coming in your cage.”
Just the mention of it had me whimpering,and I had to fight the urge to thrust my dick up and find something to getfriction against it. “Thank you. Thank you, Sir.”
I was finally going to get to come.
“Let’s go inside.” Porter gave me anotherkiss, then slowly pulled away. “Wait right there and I’ll come let you out.”
I knew it didn’t take long for him to getout of the car and walk around to my side, but the wait felt like a thousandyears and just made my building desire even worse. I had so many questions, butthe look on his face as he unbuckled me and helped me out of the car saidasking might not be a good idea.
He might answer me.
He was thoroughly in control, but there wassome kind of wicked excitement showing through, and that made me too nervous toask what he was going to do. Being surprised would clearly be the best optionbecause then I wouldn’t have time to worry.
