Mental note: No telling Porter I was fine.
Was there a better way to say the samething without it sounding like I was hiding something?
Probably not.
Was he really going to punish me?
“Less thinking and more answers, naughtyboy.” He might’ve been very Dom at the moment, but he was still cuddling me andI even got a kiss on the head, so something said I shouldn’t worry too muchabout the punishment.
Not yet, anyway.
Okay, dream…
“I told you how it ended.” Having toexplain the stupid things my mind worried about was not my idea of fun, but hewasn’t going to be put off so I just sucked it up. “The rest is kind of foggynow, honestly, but I remember being frantic and having so much to do that I wasworried about not seeing you. Then we were making out and stretched out on thebed, and well…that’s the part I already told you about.”
I knew it wasn’t logical, but the more Italked about it the more my stomach started to whirl. Dreams were not real. Ijust had to keep looking at Porter and focusing on how good it felt to be held.
Part of me expected him to tell me that ofcourse we were going to make love or that he was waiting for the right time,but instead, he nodded and kissed my head again. “Ithink someone needs a firm reminder about how important and special he is.”
Firm?
That sounded like my ass was going to bethe part of my body to really get theimpactfrom his lecture.
“Sir? How about if I just promise not toworry about ridiculous things anymore?” I gave him another kiss and smiled. “Iknow I’m important.”
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “That willnot work.”
Had I really wanted it to?
“Yes, Sir.”
Maybe not.
The look on his face said it wouldn’t haveworked anyway. He was wearing a very intent expression that said he had a planand nothing was going to distract him.
“You are going to go get a shower, and youwill not think I’m being mean about letting you get one by yourself because inthis case, I am being very considerate.” He raised one eyebrow like I wassupposed to understand what he was hinting at.
When it was clear I wasn’t going to get it,he smirked.
“I’ll be glad to make sure I help you getvery clean, naughty boy, but you put that as one of your current limits aboutactivities that take place in the bathroom.”
Ohhh.
“I’ll get a shower alone. No whining.” Yep,I’d finally connected the dots.
“That’s what I thought.” Helping me to situp, he gave me another kiss, quick but passionate. “Do a good job or we’ll haveto talk about my helping you next time.”
Ohh.
“I’ll be good.” As I stood, I glanced downat the cage, finally remembering it was there. “What about my cage?”
Porter shrugged. “What about it?”
I really wasn’t going to get out of thisanytime soon. When he’d said he was going to put me in it every weekend for thetime being, I’d thought he was just talking in generalities. Evidently not.
As I hurried into his room and toward thebathroom, Porter followed me part of the way, but he seemed to be working onanother project because he went into his closet. Shutting the door, I tried toignore what he might be up to and just focused on getting ready.
I’d always been a bit of a planner, so Iknew what I needed to do to get ready for whatever he had in mind. That didn’tmean I wasn’t nervous, though. The look on his face hadn’t saidI’m going tomake slow love to you. It’d been more of ayou’ll remember this momentkind of expression.
