Cory
Once upon a time,Kale had accused me of being a single-minded bastard, and I supposed that was still true. Because in my efforts to give Reese the perfect wedding, the perfect life, I’d let myself become focused on the wrong things.
Reese was a complex man who was remarkably easy to please, and I’d do well to remember that going forward. The night I met him was burned into my brain as one of my favorite memories. I never thought he’d want more than one night. I never dreamed he’d want forever.
I sat in the chair and waited for him, my feet flat on the floor, legs spread, a glass of whiskey in hand. This one far better than the rot Reese’s bar sold. Anticipation thrummed through me making me feel like my whole body was hooked to an electric circuit and after waiting an eternity, the door finally opened.
Reese stepped into the room, looking around the way I imagined I had. Like he was looking for the ghosts of our old selves lingering in the room. His attention snapped to me when I stood.
“I wasn’t sure you’d come,” I said, trying to echo what I might have said a year ago. Some things were easily recalled, like thetaste of the whiskey, the way he’d looked behind the bar. The wisp of hair that kept falling in his face that I wanted to push away with my fingertips.
Instead of drinking the whiskey, I held it out to him like a peace offering. Reese took it without a word and tipped the glass to his mouth, draining half. I ached to reach for him. To bury my face in the curve of his neck and breathe him in. But I held back. Instead, I went to my knees in front of him. Though the bulge in his pants was tempting, tantalizing, and probably painful, I settled onto my heels and reached for his shoes.
One by one, I undid the laces on his shoes and his hand pressed down on my shoulder when he stepped out of them one at a time.
“What am I going to do with you?” he asked as he raked his fingers through my hair. Gripping it at the back, he used it as leverage to tilt my head back and make me look up at him.
He already had a couple inches of height on me but on my knees like this, he managed to look far larger and more imposing than usual. My cock throbbed at that realization.
I tried in vain to find a drop of moisture in my mouth. With a tongue that felt thick and clunky, I tried to speak. “Whatever you want, Sir.”
I didn’t hesitate to use the honorific on him. Reese was everything to me. Lover. Boyfriend. Submissive. Savior. I hadn’t known how badly I’d been drowning in my old life until I met him. I’d do anything for him. Give everything to him.
All of me belonged to him.
Reese’s eyes flashed. “I want you to stand up.”
He let go of my hair, and I swayed toward him, chasing that touch. Reese watched me rise and then tipped the rest of the whiskey down his throat before setting the glass aside.
Listening to him was the easiest thing I’d ever done. I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d do anything for him. The hardest partwas waiting for him to decide what he was going to do. The hardest part was being denied his touch as he circled me, eyeing me like I was prey.
When Reese was done studying me, he walked away, and my body burned from the restraint I had to exercise not to follow him. He didn’t go far, though. Just to the edge of the bed where he sat, legs slightly spread, eyes dark and trained on me.
“Come here, Cory.” He crooked a finger and then pointed to the space he created for me between his legs.
My feet felt like they were in cement shoes suddenly, but I managed to make it over to him, slotting myself between his legs. He looked up at me, still somehow managing to make me feel small, even though I now towered above him.
“I’ve been very patient with you, Cory. You’ve changed a lot of things for me, and I appreciate them all. But I don’t like feeling ignored.”
“I’m sorry.” And I was. I was sorrier than I’d ever been, and had he not instructed me to stand here, I’d have thrown myself at his feet.
“I know you’re sorry, love. And you’re going to be sorrier in a minute.”
Reese reached for my fly. He tugged my pants open and pulled my zipper down. He yanked my pants down to my knees, completely ignoring the way my dick bobbed in his face.
I let him steer my body, let him drape me over his lap and push my shirt up to reveal my naked ass. With my pants around my knees and my shirt rucked up my back, I waited for him to start. But Reese didn’t rush. He smoothed his hand over my ass cheeks, then up my back. Down again. Like he was trying to map out the contours of my body before he began.
“Limits?” He asked, trailing his fingers across my skin, leaving gooseflesh in his wake.
Don’t let go. Don’t leave me. Don’t give up on me. Don’t let me fuck this up.
“Don’t go easy on me.”
Reese made a thoughtful sound deep in his throat, and he squeezed one cheek of my ass with his powerful hand, making me moan because it felt so fucking good.
“You want me to be hard on you? Is that it?”
Words suddenly failed to come out of my mouth, and I nodded my agreement. I couldn’t describe the way I felt jumbled up inside. Realizing that I’d been practically ignoring my soon-to-be husband had been a punch in the stomach.
