As we walked into the house, he paused andscanned down my body. “Give me a moment to make sure all the front windows arecovered, then I want you to take off all your clothes and be ready to hand themto me.”
Nodding, I swallowed past the nervousexcitement that was growing in me and tried to look calmer than I felt. “Yes,Sir.”
Porter gave me a knowing look as he walkedaway, though, so I knew he had to have guessed how I was feeling. But knowing Ihad to get naked gave me something else to focus on. Stripping quickly, I hadmy shoes by the door and was holding the rest of my clothes in a small pilejust as Porter was coming back.
His smile said he was pleased, and it alsosaid he liked knowing I was naked just for him. “Very good.”
The pride in his voice sent a wave ofsomething wonderful through me. “Thank you, Sir.”
He reached out for my hand, stroking myfingers and pulling me close. With my clothes between us, I wasn’t pressedagainst him, but his hands stroked over me as he gave me a long, slow kiss. Iwas already so turned on that after a few moments of the slow exploration of mymouth, he had me rocking into him and making low, needy sounds.
Porter chuckled as he pulled away. “It’snot going to be that easy to get your reward.”
Not surprised, I tried to find an answerthat wasn’t stupid or made me sound like a smart-ass.
There wasn’t one.
Finally, I swallowed and gave it my bestshot. “I want to be good for you, Sir.”
His smile widened but turned wicked.Stroking down my chest, he teased around my nipples. “That was a very goodresponse. Such a good boy.”
But it didn’t seem like it would get myorgasm any faster. “Thank you, Sir.”
“Come on. Let’s go upstairs. I was good anddidn’t dawdle in the shower earlier, but now I think I want to take my timewith you.” The expression he was wearing said he was going to be very thoroughas well.
“Thank you, Sir.” If he wanted to showeragain, I wasn’t going to question it. I could think of a lot worse ways tospend an evening with him.
Porter gave me another kiss, pinching onenipple before he stepped back. My gasp just made his grin widen. “Do you needanything to drink before we go upstairs? Anything like that?”
Shaking my head, I leaned into his touch ashe stroked my cheek. “No, Sir. You took very good care of me earlier.”
It’d seemed like a small way to show who Ibelonged to, but he’d made my plate at dinner and had even refilled my glassseveral times. My mother seemed to have taken it as a direct affront to her,some kind of statement about who could take care of me best.
She’d kept getting me more water and hadeven pushed me to have two pieces of the cake she’d bought for dinner. It’dprobably been a bribe of some sort, but it hadn’t worked out that way since I’dmanaged to get out of the house without fixing anything.
I was going to roll out of her house ifthey kept it up, but I hoped in time that they’d learn to like each other.
I wasn’t going to hold my breath, though.
But the talk of another drink had meremembering about the other distraction in the car. I had to piss.
“But if I could use the bathroom before weget in the shower, Sir?” I was mostly asking because it seemed polite, so I wassurprised when he shook his head.
“No, not right now.” He must have realizedI was confused, but he simply gave me another kiss before sliding an arm aroundme and steering me toward the stairs. “Let’s go get you cleaned up.”
No?
I was still trying to process that responseas we walked into the bathroom and Porter took my clothes to put them in thehamper. The urge to pee wasn’t so bad I was dancing around like athree-year-old, but it was definitely noticeable. Hell, it’d been noticeablebefore we’d started to drive home, but I hadn’t wanted to give her any reasonto keep us longer once we’d found a good time to escape.
As Porter turned on both showerheads andmade sure we had towels, I glanced over at the small room that held the toiletand then back at him. He must have seen my confusion, but he just ignored it ashe started stripping off his own clothes.
“May I help, Sir?” Stepping closer, Iignored everything else and focused on him.
“That would be wonderful.” Porter let hishands fall to his sides and just smiled as I carefully undressed him. He onlyhelped when it was necessary, and something about the intimate nature of theact was relaxing in a way I hadn’t expected.
Wanting to please him and keep the feelinggoing, as we stepped into the large enclosure I reached for the bodywash. “MayI wash you first, Sir?”
“Thank you, boy.” I knew it wasn’t whathe’d planned, but there was something wonderful about just running my handsover his body. It was so peaceful that I almost forgot other more pressingfeelings that were pushing at me.
