I wasn’t sure if I’d answered his questionor not, but he seemed happy. I couldn’t hold back a little teasing, however. “Ilike knowing I can take you home and make you blush and squirm while I dowicked things to you.”
That had him shifting in his seat again andhis hand tightened over mine, so I went a bit further. “Of course, we’ll get tothe point eventually where you’re going to beg brazenly for all kinds of things,and I’m going to love that too.”
I had a feeling I’d love how he reacted nomatter what.
That had the blush flaring to life, and hefinally moved his hand to his lap, trying to discreetly adjust his dick. I justraised one eyebrow and gave him a stern look. “Are you supposed to be…doingthat?”
His dick was mine, and he knew it.
Ryan’s eyes closed, and he took astuttering breath before shaking his head. “I just…it was…”
The sides of the booth were high enough noone could see much, and with our server across the room and the rest piled nearthe kitchen at the back of the building, I wasn’t worried about teasing him abit more. I released his hand and scooted around the side so I could reach himbetter, then moved my hand to his groin. Ryan gasped as I shifted his half-harddick to a hopefully more comfortable position and then gave it a pat beforemoving back to my plate. “There. Is that better?”
Ryan had to take several deep breathsbefore he could make his brain work. “I…yes?”
It came out more like a question, but Ijust ignored that part and smiled innocently. “Good. Let me know if you needmore help.”
He was bright red as he nodded, but hefought to get it under control quickly. I had a feeling he was worried aboutwhat the server would think when she came over, but I wasn’t concerned. I’dpicked a pretty nice restaurant, and she knew to be pleasant no matter what ifshe wanted a good tip.
Finally,he wasclose to his normal color, and he nodded, swallowing loudly. “Yes, um, thankyou.”
“I’m always happy to…help.” Itrailed my fingers over the back of his hand, loving the shiver that racedthrough him. “You just need to ask for…help when you need it.”
I couldn’t wait for the first time hetexted or called and asked to come. So far, they’d been very good, but verypatient. However, I knew we’d get there eventually. A little more trust and alittle more time were all we needed.
“I…um…” Ryan reached out and took a drinkof his water before taking a deep breath. “Thank you.”
He was nervous but turned on, a beautifulcombination. “Sometimes I might make you wait, though. You understand that,don’t you?”
Another shiver raced through him, but Ryanleft his hand sitting on the table for me to stroke and caress. He let out along breath I knew wanted to be a moan. “I…yes…yes, that’s your choice. You’remy…you’re Master.”
So cute and so fucking hot.
“And that means your sexy dick belongs tome, doesn’t it?” Yeah, I was going a bit too far for a restaurant, but he washard to resist and the server was still busy. I also gave myself a bit ofleeway because it wasn’t like I was stripping him naked or even jerking himoff. It was just a bit of teasing.
A low moan escaped that time, faint andquiet but perfect. “Yes…it belongs to you.”
“I’m not going to lie, I love hearing yousay that.” I caressed down one of his fingers and had a flashback to theprevious night. “Watching Scott suck on your finger was so erotic. Did you likeit?”
He clearly hadn’t hated it, so I wasn’tworried about the answer, but just thinking about the memory seemed to make himeven harder because he started shifting in his seat again. “I…yes.”
Oh no, I wanted more.
“What did you like about it?” His honestanswers were always just as hot as dirty talk, and I couldn’t wait to hear whatwas going through his head.
He sighed in frustration and actually gaveme a pout. “But—”
I shook my head, cutting him off. If he wastrying to manipulate me, he wasn’t really trying to get out of it. Ryan’s lowerlip jutted out for a split second before he realized what he’d done. Hestraightened in his seat, then his gaze started darting around the room.
I wasn’t sure how long it would take, but Iwas pleasantly surprised when he started talking only seconds later. “I likedyou watching.”
His hand turned over on the table, and helaced his fingers through mine. “I liked seeing him get even more turned on andit was…erotic, but not exactly dirty, so that made it…I don’t know, even betterin my head.”
“Mine too.” At my admission, some of thestress in his hand eased away. “Something so simple shouldn’t be hot, butsometimes it’s not about the actual act but how it feels.”
Ryan nodded and his gaze turned back to meas he smiled. “Yeah.”
Such a smooth talker.
