He had a worse schedule than I did and itwas all deliberately inflicted on himself.
I barely finished sending the text when hisreply came back.
I’m going to be very good. I have alunch meeting that can’t be avoided, but I’m not working late. Date number twois tonight. I’m going to be amazingly good.
Then another message popped up just asfast.
Do you need Dr S’s phone number?
Another not-so-subtle hint. Someone washorny and very confident about how I was feeling. I was glad one of us was. Well,that wasn’t exactly true. When logic wasn’t involved, I knew exactly how Iwanted our relationship to go, but then my brain would start looking ateverything methodically again and it stalled me in my tracks.
No, brat. I have that but thank youfor being so proactive and watching out for me.
He sent me back devil and smiley faceemojis. Yep, that was Asa in a nutshell.
I like taking care of you, Master. Thereare a lot of ways I can help you, Master.
I got an angel emoji that didn’t look asinnocent as he probably hoped.
I’m very eager to help you, Master.
Snorting, I sent back a quick reply tellinghim to behave and get ready for work.
If you’re not careful the only wayyou’re going to be helping me is by writing lines.
That had him sending a pouting face, whichmade me laugh.
I’ll be good, Master. Okay, hurryingto get ready for work. But not so I can go in early. Nope. I’m being good.
Yes, that was so believable.
You don’t want to worry me, do you?Be good and don’t overwork yourself.
His response had me grinning as I finallywalked away from the phone.
Aww, now I have to behave. Meanie.Have a good morning.
Now that, I believed.
But his teasing comments about being eagerto help stayed with me as I stepped into the shower and let the pounding spraybeat onto me. Closing my eyes just made it even more difficult to ignore thesexy promise. It was so easy to picture him kneeling, his cheeky grin smilingup at me as he eyed my dick.
He’d want to please me and would puteverything he could into sucking on my cock, but there was another part of himthat would be nearly giddy with excitement.
When I could almost feel his mouth aroundmy dick, I leaned back against the wall and took my dick in my hand. Slowlystroking it, I imagined his lips stroking me and his tongue caressing under thetip as he pulled almost all the way off.
But as the fantasy built, it changed fromsweet and slow to a rough face fuck as he peered up at me with need andsubmission. It was that look that pushed me over the edge, but as my cum waswashed away by the water, it was also the part that made me question what I wasdoing.
As the rush faded and I released my nowsensitive dick, I opened my eyes and reached for the shampoo. “In or out, oldman. You can’t fuck with his emotions.”
Taking a deep breath, I tried to imaginewhat I would say to one of the guys. Hell, I’d basically shoved Porter atLandon, telling him it would be stupid to let the sub get away. It was easy tosee how much they meant to each other even if they were so sweet together itwas a bit like a sugar overload.
If I were talking to one of the guys, whatwould I say?
“I’d tell them to make a fucking decisionand ask if they were falling for the sub or not.” Simple. To the point. “ThenI’d ask if they were into the same things and if they were both on the samepage.”
Not hard questions to ask…but answeringthem wasn’t as easy. I hated being on the receiving end of my own advice.
As I worked through my routine, I finallyreached two conclusions.
