I turn.
“Is this okay? Or do you need to safeword?”
“What about Carter?”
“This is you and me tonight.”
“But…what about Carter?” I feel stupid asking that again, like I’m stuck in a loop.
“Either tell me this is okay, or safeword.”
The stupid thing is, just a few weeks ago, I would have immediately said yes and dove headfirst into this.
But…
What about Carter?
I know he said there would be tests from time to time, shaking me out of my usual headspace.
Maybe after last weekend this is one of those times?
I finally nod. “It’s okay, Ma’am.”
“Walk with me, please.”
Which completely rules out what I was going to do…which is chase Carter down and ask him what’s going on.
Maybe that’s her point.
Usually, Carter and I walk together from this class and part ways to go to our respective buildings for our next classes.
It feels…weird, not in a bad way, walking with Susa.
We finally stop at a juncture in the sidewalk where I can veer off toward my own building.
Carter is nowhere to be seen.
Susa crooks a finger at me to lean in, and when I do, she brushes a kiss across my lips. “Be my good boy today,” she says. “Text me once you’re packed and ready to go.”
“Yes, Ma’am.”
She walks off and I stand there watching her until she rounds a corner.
If Carter’s point was to throw me out of my routine, well, mission accomplished.
But I’m not sure I like what this feels like.
When I reach my class I sit in the back, instead of closer to the front where I usually do, so I can hide what I’m doing.
I text Carter.
Is everything okay, Sir?
He texts me back a few minutes later.
Everything’s fine, boy. :)
But this doesn’tfeelfine.
