“I know she will,” he repeats.
“How?”
“You haven’t noticed that she’s naturally an in-charge kind of person?”
“I mean, yeah, I have, but—”
“Then what’s the problem,boy?”
My mouth snaps shut as the delicious quiet in my brain is once again shattered by all the noise and fears usually bouncing around in there.
“She’s our friend,” Carter continues. “I will never do anything to put that friendship at risk. But there is something you need to know.”
Terror roils my gut. I think, here it is, the ugly truth. Some secret pact between them, maybe? Simultaneously I need to know, and yet I don’t want to hear whatever it is he’s going to say.
Maybe he senses my inner turmoil, because he continues. “I suspect Susa has a strong submissive streak she might want to explore, under the right circumstances. It makes sense, because she sees me as safe, as a friend and an authority figure. She trusts me. Like you trust me. She needs downtime, too. All that intensity wears a person out.”
Never mind I’m convinced she’s in love with Carter, which would be why she would react well to him, but I don’t say that. “What are you going to do?” I’m actually terrified to know.
“Nothing likethis. I’ll approach her about you when I feel the time is right and introduce her to dominating you. Let’s be honest—you’re well past more than halfway there already. She lets you do the dishes all the time. You help her with her laundry and other chores. Easing her into a formal dynamic with you will be easy. I’ll put it out there to her if she wants to try the submissive end of things that I’d be open to exploring that with her.”
A mixture of longing and dread fills me. Absolutely, I would love my deepest fantasies to come true.
Except how would I feel seeing Susa kneeling for Carter?
Not that she’s kneeling—that she’s kneeling for someone else.
Someone who’s not me.
Then again, I try to picture her kneeling in front of me,forme, and that doesn’t feel right no matter how I try to frame it.
“Youwillhand this over to me, boy,” he quietly says, the firm tone returning. “This is out of your control, regardless. Youonlydeal with the things I tell you to deal with. Your schoolwork, for starters. That’s above everything else. You’ll continue PT with me every morning as we have been, unless you’re sick or injured.” He smiles. “Like this morning. Laundry is your chore, which will now include putting mine away for me. I expect you to learn how and where I like my things kept in our room. Understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I numbly say. I’m still trying to process that he’s going to tell Susa my secret. “I guess this gets me out of running for office, huh?”
Carter looks genuinely confused. I didn’t think that was possible. “Why?” he asks.
“I mean…this.”
He laughs. “If you think you’re the first or last person to run for public office with a skeleton in your closet, think again. You’re definitely not the first subbie.”
“What if this gets out?”
He stares me dead in the eye. “It won’t, I promise. I wouldneverdo something like that to you.”
I settle in on the other side of the steps, where I take a few minutes to chew over everything he’s said. “So I don’t get to date?”
That slight shadow passes over his eyes again, like it did that first day we met Susa. “No. Why? Is that a problem?”
“I…” I take a deep breath. Not like I’ve had anyone I wanted to date.
Except Susa.
“No, Sir,” I quietly say.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going to be dating either. Between school and this, it’ll take up all my time. You won’t be lonely.”
When I think about what he did to me a little bit ago in the living room, my cock twitches, even in the water.
