I grin at him. “I hoped you would.”
“When you move in, I’ll still be your Dom,” he says. “You’ll be mine every minute of every day.”
“I already am,” I say in a low, husky voice. “And I wouldn’t want it any other way.”
He pulls me to him for another kiss, which is just as deep and demanding as the first. I’m more than happy to surrender to him. I’m fully relaxed in his arms. He leaves my lips damp and swollen, and I’m more than a little dizzy with lust.
“I should get to work,” I say, my voice breathy. “And hand in my notice.”
“Can it wait?” Hamish said. “If I give you permission to skive off.”
“And what would I be doing while I’m slacking off?”
“Making love.”
I tremble. “I’d like that, Sir.”
He tugs me to my feet by my tie and, gripping it about halfway down, leads me upstairs to his bedroom. As I step inside, I realise that soon it will beourbedroom. The thought thrills me.
“I’ll need to pay rent,” I blurt out, probably killing the mood. “And contribute to the bills.”
“I own the place outright,” Hamish says.
I gape at him. I can’t even comprehend how much the water tower must be worth.
"I'm a bestselling author several times over," he says as if I didn't know. "So no, you won't be paying rent because I don't have a mortgage. As for bills…you don't have to, but I understand why you feel you need to."
"I do need to, Sir," I say. "I love you. I want to be your lover, your partner, and your sub, but none of those is the same as being a kept man."
Hamish raises his eyebrows, his lips quirking in amusement. "Whatever makes you feel comfortable. We can talk money another time when I'm not about to ravage you."
I laugh.
“And remember,” he says, undoing my tie. “Any decisions we make now can be changed. The important thing is that we talk to each other.” He leaves my tie dangling around my neck as he undoes each of my shirt buttons.
“Communication is everything,” I agree right before he kisses me again.
He doesn’t take my shirt or tie off before turning his attention to my trousers. He opens the button, unzips them, and pushes his hand inside my boxer shorts, gently kneading my cock as his tongue plays with mine. I groan, and my eyelids flutter. When my cock is hard, he stops, steps back, and undresses. I stand still, knowing everything I do will only be with his permission. He wants me to watch him, and I do. He’s fucking gorgeous. He gets some lube and lies on the bed, stroking his cock.
“Leave your shirt and tie on but take everything else off. Oh, and leave your glasses on too.”
I grin and do as he's ordered. I can't help but lick my lips at the sight of him, legs parted, his hand gripping his hard cock, love-filled eyes focused on me.
“Catch.” He tosses me the bottle of lube. “Warm yourself up for me.”
My spine prickles at his request. “Can I sit or lie down?”
He nods to the floor. I sit, legs splayed, feet flat on the floor, and put plenty of lube on my fingers. I put the bottle down and lean back on my hand so I can reach my arse hole with ease. I keep my stare fixed on him and the way he’s stroking his cock as I start to warm and stretch myself. I imagine it’s his fingers inside me. I make plenty of noise, groaning and moaning as I gradually increase the number of fingers I’m using.
“That’s good,” he says. “You look so fucking sexy, Archieosaurus.”
A giggle bubbles out of me, but I don’t stop working my fingers in and out of my body. The arm I’m leaning on trembles.
“Are you ready for me?” Hamish asks.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Then come sit on my cock.”
