It took him a moment to get his thoughts inorder. “No, Master. I’m sorry.”
He didn’t look worried, just turned on, soI shook my head. “Brat.”
That had another wide smile breaking outover his face as he positioned his feet on the mat. “But I’m endearing. Don’tforget that part.”
“I won’t.” I grinned as he gave me a cheekysmile. “You won’t let me forget.”
He nodded eagerly, squeezing my hand. “Nowcan I kneel?”
Taking both his hands, I agreed. “Yes, butgo slowly. Even if you’ve practiced at home, this will have your legs in adifferent position, but I want you to be comfortable, so I think this will workbetter in the long run.”
“I practiced.” Asa’s expression said hethought I was ridiculous for even thinking he wasn’t prepared, but I did mybest not to laugh.
Encouraging his bad behavior was not a goodidea.
He lowered himself to the floor carefully,wiggling a bit on the cushion as he tucked his legs under the sides. “This isinteresting.”
Since that seemed to be a good thing, Istroked his head and went back to giving him the attention he was craving.“Alright, show me how still you can sit. Hands on your thighs again.”
It seemed to be the simplest way to keephim thinking about his submission.
Again, as soon as he made himself sit stilland had to focus on not moving, a peacefulness settled over him. Stroking myhand down his neck and right over where his collar would be someday, I noddedas he closed his eyes. “Very good. That’s perfect.”
Aside from having to think about hisbalance, he didn’t seem to be having to fight to keep the position. Seeing hewas comfortable, I shifted closer until my legs were framing his kneeling form,brushing against his shoulders. “That’s perfect.”
Continuing the slow caresses over his headand neck that he seemed to love, I gave him a few seconds to relax…and a fewfor me as well. Giving myself the reminder that this was what we both wanted, Irelaxed into the moment and let my worries go.
“You look very good like this. You’re goingto be doing a lot of kneeling for me. Here. At the club. There are endless waysI can use you like this or I can just enjoy watching you.” Something about theidea or my words sent a shiver through him, but he didn’t comment.
“Sometimes you’ll work hard to please me,but other quiet moments like this are just as important because I know it’s noteasy for you.” As I continued to pet him, letting him sink deeper into themoment, I turned the conversation again.
“What else isn’t easy for you?” Tracingalong his collarbone, I gave him a gentle reminder about the collar that wouldone day sit there. “When you pictured giving yourself to your Master, what wasone thing he was always controlling, but it wasn’t easy?”
The answer could have gone a thousanddifferent ways, but somehow Asa’s response didn’t surprise me. “I don’t relaxvery well.”
Instead of leaving the honest but slightlyvague comment just hanging there, he continued. “I read a free story on one ofthose erotic book sites a few years ago that had this couple, and the thingthat really stuck with me was that the Master kept his boy from working toomuch and he made him relax.”
I could see Asa relating to that.
“The comments I read about the story saidthat some readers thought it was silly, but that seemed to be the mostrealistic part of it for me.” He finally opened his eyes, peeking up at me.“What do you think, Master?”
“I think you go ninety miles an hourconstantly, and I also think that today wasn’t the only early morning you putin at work lately.” His guilty expression said I’d hit that right on the money.“I’m also betting you go just as fast in your downtime. Some kind of time-consuminghobby or side business?”
He grinned, leaning into my touch as I ranmy fingers over his cheek. “Um, I’ve been taking classes online. Is that whatyou mean?”
Of course he had.
“We’re going to look at your schedule.”Moving my hand down to cup his chin, I held his face so he was focusing on me.“I will let you get another degree or whatever you’re working toward, but Iwill not let you work around the clock because slowing down scares you.”
He knew better than to lie and deny why he wasworking so many hours, but he didn’t have a good answer so he stayed silent.However, since he’d run himself ragged as a kid to stay busy, I didn’t thinkthat much had changed.
If you never stopped, the bad thingscouldn’t catch up to you.
That’d been his motto as a kid and I couldsee the truth in his eyes now.
“Before you leavetonight, you’re going to write out your schedule for the week. Then everymorning before you get out of bed and again before you leave for work, you’regoing to text me.” Something eased in him even though his expression didn’tgive anything away. It prompted me to keep going. “Based on your schedule, I’lladd other check-in times during the day.”
“Yes, Master.” He agreed so quickly, Idecided to add another layer.
