She’stouchingme.
She’s not disgusted by me, or by what I want.
“How long have you wanted to do this?”
“I don’t know, Ma’am. A few years.” I discovered it on the Internet, and, fortunately, Mom is a complete technical idiot. It was one way I could hide things from her. In retrospect, I suppose it’s why things didn’t work for me with my girlfriends.
They weren’t…this.
Her.
Her thumb strokes my cheek. “I’m not sure I’m going to be very good at this. At least, not at first.”
“That’s all right, Ma’am. I’m sure you’ll do fine.”
“I’ll be taking some things slow. Are you okay with Carter showing me stuff?”
My pulse races. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“And will you be okay with me watching him do things to you?”
More heat fills my face. I wonder whatthingsshe means, because that could mean a lot ofthings.
Including shower time. “Yes, Ma’am.”
“Go ahead and get naked, boy.” When she withdraws her hand, I start to lean forward, to try to maintain contact with her hand.
“Boy,” Carter says, his tone not quite sharp, but enough to jolt me out of Susa’s spell.
My eyes open and I realize what I’d been doing. “Yes, Ma’am.” I see Carter nod at me, encouraging me, and I stand.
I can’t keep my eyes open, though, so I close my eyes as I push my shorts down and take them off, folding them by feel. She takes them from me.
“Eyes open, boy,” Carter says, but his tone has shifted back to the gentler range.
Has it only been a week since we started this? It feels like a lot longer. I can barely remember how lonely and bleak my life felt before Carter entered it, and now…this.
I open my eyes to see Carter now sitting forward and watching me with an intensity that almost makes me uncomfortable.
He tips his head toward Susa, and I know what he wants.
I force myself to focus on her.
I’m also forcing my hands to remain at my sides and not cover myself.
She sits back, watching me. “How do you feel right now, boy?”
“Nervous, Ma’am.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t want to disappoint you, or Sir.”
“Don’t be stupid, you could never—”
“Devotion, boy.Now,” Carter orders as he stands. Automatically, I once again drop to my knees and assume the position, my head and hands against the floor. “Susa, a word.” I hear Carter stride out of the living room. “Now.”
I flinch at his tone—beyond any kind of firm he’s ever used on me. I hear her stand and hurry after him, the soft sound of her bare feet padding across the tile, and the way the ambient sounds in the room change as she moves through it.
