If getting arrested for indecent exposurewasn’t such an issue, I probably wouldn’t even make it home.
Stuart chuckled, and his gaze wandered overme almost like he was picturing what I would do. Was he really imagining menaked? Sometimes he seemed so worried about me that he forgot I was asubmissive with needs, but that didn’t seem to be a problem now.
“I’ll probably lean against the door to myapartment as soon as I get in and shove my pants down, Master.” I knew my dirtytalk was slightly awkward, but seeing the growing desire on his face had metrying harder.
I probably should’ve found a way topractice so I’d be better at it.
“But I’ll text you before I start. I’ll bevery good, Master.” Yes, just watching the way he was subtly responding made iteasier. “I’m so hard I know I won’t last very long, though. It’ll probably justbe a few seconds before I have to text you again and say I’ve come.”
His gaze dropped down to my groin and I hadto fight to keep my hands on my thighs. For a while it’d been easy, but as hestudied my dick to see how hard I was, all I could imagine was how good itwould feel to come right then.
When his focus came back to my face, he letme see how turned on he was. The walls around him shifted enough to let me inand it sent a rush of sensation and emotion through me. I knew he was giving mea chance to speak up or ask for space, but that had never been what I wantedfrom him.
“Such a needy boy.” That didn’t seem to bea bad thing, though, because his face got closer to me as he held me still.
The tension built until I couldn’t evenbreathe as he inched forward.
When his lips finally brushed mine, it waslike everything I’d been waiting for clicked into place. Just the faint caressof his mouth against mine had me shaking and trusting him to keep me upright.It was the kiss I’d been waiting a lifetime for, but it was more than that. Itwas everything I’d wanted from the first moment I’d realized who he was. Thiswas Stuart.
As he finally pulled away, he searched myface again, probably worried, but I just closed my eyes and curled into him.Stuart wrapped his arms around me, scooting closer. “Come here.”
It was the easiest order he could havegiven me because there was nowhere else I wanted to be.
Chapter 8
Stuart
I’m not going to ask to come yet eventhough I want to, but I did want to tell you that I’m getting up for the day.
The not-so-subtle hint about his morningstate had me grinning and shaking my head. Over the past few days, his textshad gone from factual and slightly awkward—as he worked to figure out how tohandle the rules—to flirty and teasing.
It was cute, but I wasn’t going to admitthat to him…there was no point in encouraging him.
Sitting up, I turned off my alarm andclimbed out of bed.
Don’t forget you only have one moreorgasm this week. The clock won’t reset until Monday so use it wisely.
I had a feeling that wouldn’t help his currentproblem, but since that was never my intention, I just grinned as I headed tothe bathroom and set my phone down on the counter. Being with him, either inperson or just in a text, had me forgetting all the logical reasons why weshould be going slow.
All I had to do was imagine that grin and Iwanted to do tender and sometimes wicked things to him. But we’d only beentogether a week. Yes, BDSM relationships moved at a different rate a lot of thetime, but he was young and special in a lot of ways.
But he wanted to be mine and he was oldenough to know what he was doing.
Before I could find another angle to obsessover, I finished emptying my bladder and my phone dinged again. Quickly washingmy hands, I laughed as I read his text.
We need to set up a system ofappropriate bribes and tradeoffs. I need to know the best way to earnadditional orgasms.
Shaking my head, I responded.
This is not the tax code. It’s adictatorship.
His reply came back so quickly I knew hehadn’t even gotten out of bed yet.
But even dictators take bribes. Asthe dictator here you need to make your system of bribes more transparent.Newbie. Remember?
Laughing, I walked over to turn on theshower before texting him back.
Not my job to teach you how tomanipulate me, brat. Now get out of bed and remember what I said about yourhours today. If I catch you working late again you won’t get any orgasms for therest of the week. Maybe longer.
