I ignored the way my dick pulsed in my sweats. “What if you don’t do good?”
“You can tell me that too,” he whispered.
“Lincoln.”
“You can humiliate me,” he blurted, rolling his eyes back and staring up at the ceiling. “I’ve always kind of wondered. And if you’re submitting, I want you to talk then too. Do you even want to submit? Do you even know what it means?”
“It’s more than just getting on your knees, I know that.”
He made a sound in the back of his throat I couldn’t quite decipher, and I waited to see if he had something else to say, but he remained quiet.
“Last night in bed when you called me Daddy?—”
“I was teasing.”
“But you liked it,” I told him. “Iliked it.”
He dropped his chin back toward his chest and looked me right in the eyes, much more himself than he had been before, which made me feel much more me too. So, I kept talking. “To me, it meant that you recognized I was looking out for you. That I was capable of taking care of you. Guiding you.”
My cock agreed with all of those statements, and the timing couldn’t have been worse.
“I don’t want a Daddy,” he said. “Not all the time, like I…I don’t want it to be all the time the way it is with your brother.”
Grunting, I scrubbed a hand down my face. It was too early to know this much about my brother’s bedroom habits.
“You just want to play at it sometimes,” I wagered. “When you’ve had a long day.”
“Maybe.”
“I can work with that.”
“And when would…I’m more familiar with this. I know when I want to submit and when I want to lead. How will you know? How will we make it balanced?”
Lincoln was talking faster and faster, and I didn’t know how to make him stop short of kissing him or tightening my hand around his throat.
So, I did the latter.
“The only serious part of this needs to be that we are on the same page,” I told him. “The rest we can figure out as we go, right?”
He swallowed hard, Adam’s apple pressing against my palm. I couldn’t ignore the burning hot arousal between my legs any longer, and I reached down to adjust myself with my left hand. Lincoln’s eyes tracked the movement, and he let his whole body lean forward into the collar I’d made around his throat.
“Right,” he whispered. “Yes.”
“Yes?”
Lincoln groaned, so rumbling and low that it vibrated straight to my balls.
“Yes, Sir.”
CHAPTER 13
LINCOLN
Nothing had ever felt as perfect to me as Hunter’s fingers around my throat. So many times I’d handled my own partners the same way, and it was always a rush of exhilaration and arousal that coursed through me. The feeling of being on the receiving end of my favorite kind of necklace was something else entirely.
When I called HunterSir, his nostrils flared and his pupils grew impossibly wider. It was almost like watching a science experiment unfold in real time. He flexed his hand around my throat, and in the same movement, he stood up and pushed me down toward the floor. Sinking to my knees in front of him felt as right as the rest of it, though I was curious if I’d like it when we turned the tables.
“Look what you’ve done to me,” he whispered, releasing my throat and carding his fingers through my mess of sleep-tangled hair. His dick was thick and hard in front of my face, warm and musky even though the material of his sweatpants. “All night I’ve had this because of you.”
