“I don’t know if that’s fair though,” I admit.
“Why is that?”
“We have been in public, and I have instructed you.”
“Yes, but you are always discreet when you do it. You don’t do it to humiliate me in front of other people. You do it because you want me to be…right.”
I let out a slow hiss. “Yes.”
“Then please keep doing that, Dr. Barlowe.”
“You have no idea how much it pleases me to hear you ask for instruction, Ignacio.”
“And it pleases me to comply. Most of the time.”
I’ve been calling him a brat, but that’s not true. He’s just asserting his boundaries. It’s good. It’s healthy. And I like it very much.
“And do you like it when I call you Ignacio?”
“Yes. But there will be days when I just want to be me—Nacho. And, same as you, I don’t want you to do it around other people. Too many questions.”
“I usually think of you as Nacho, but then I enjoy calling you by your given name.”
“I like that.”
“We’ll keep this private then.”
“Thank you, Dr. Barlowe.”
“Is there anything else you’d like me to do?” I ask, knowing the answer but needing him to say the words.
He smooths his hand over his crotch, and I tsk, shaking my head. He moves his hand back to the wheel, grabbing tightly.
“I’m sorry, Dr. Barlowe. Been kind of a heavy night. Talking about this turns me on.”
“That’s a good, healthy reaction, Ignacio. I like seeing it. I like to reward honesty. But this is about telling our truths, being open about what we want from each other.”
He nods.
“Ignacio, I need you to hear me when I say this.”
He glances at me, completely trusting.
“This thing we’re doing? It’s wrong. It’s been wrong from the beginning. You just shared something very heavy, and that makes you emotionally vulnerable. Which makes this line of conversation…”
Looking over, Nacho licks his lips and finishes for me. “Wrong.”
“Yes. I like that it’s wrong. And even though I never would’ve abused my power over you, I liked that I had power over your freedom.”
“You did?”
“Made me feel like a god,” I confess. “No, notagod.Yourgod.”
“And now I’ve given you that same power all over again,” he says thoughtfully, his knuckles turning pale as he continues gripping the steering wheel.
I shiver on an inhale before hissing out, “Yes,” my cock aching against its restraints.
“I like that,” he admits breathlessly, his eyes on the road. “That I can make you feel so powerful.”
