The only thing I know to do is what I do, and that’s drape a leg over his, my left arm around him, and slide my right arm under his pillow so I’m cradling his body against mine.
I feel his hand slide up my left arm to my elbow, where he wraps his fingers around my upper forearm.
His breathing is already starting to slow and ease when he turns his head to face me, pressed against my chest.
I’m wide awake now and stone-cold sober, but Carter almost immediately slips back into sleep.
Okay, then.
I still haven’t asked him about his nightmares, about what images haunt him. Absolutely, I will do this for him. Also turns out he’s completely right about something else.
As I lie there cuddling with him, his hair soft against my face, I don’t feel the slightest bit self-conscious that I’m naked.
I’d also be lying if I said having this kind of contact with another human being isn’t a little soothing to my soul, too.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Sunday morning I awaken early, still lying on my side with Carter sound asleep in my arms. I don’t move, afraid I’ll wake him.
Susa is due back later this afternoon. She told Carter she’d text him when she leftTallahassee, so we’d have a timeframe.
Part of me can’t wait to see her.
Part of me feels…terrified.
I don’t know when Carter will talk to her about all ofthis, but I know I’ll exist in an emotionally painful limbo until it finally breaks open.
Carter eventually stirs in my arms, a long, deep inhale my first clue he’s awake.
“Good morning, boy.” Carter’s usually smooth, mellow voice is always deeper first thing in the morning, with gravelly undertones until he’s been awake for a while.
“Good morning, Sir.”
Before I can process it, he’s flipped me over, onto my back. He straddles me, easily pinning my wrists over my head with his left hand. I’m sporting morning wood—kind of can’t help it—and my cock lays straight and rigid against my abs. I can see the front of Carter’s boxers are slightly tented, too. Now, being pinned down like this, my cock begins to throb and twitch.
We’ve both looked at my cock, and then our gaze meets.
“Please, Sir,” I whisper without even stopping to think about the ramifications.
Who says I’m not an easily trainable pet?
A slow, nearly evil smile spreads across his features. It’s filled with satisfaction, mirth, mayhem.
“Ask meproperly, boy.”
“Please make me come, Sir.”
“Hmm. Not quite needy enough. Let’s see how you can beg.”
I don’t know what he needs from me, but there’s now a quickly growing puddle of pre-cum on my abs. “I’m horny, Sir.Please, may I have an orgasm? Will you please give me an orgasm? May I please come?” I’m not sure exactly what combination he’s looking for this morning, but I’ll keep asking until I hit upon the right phrase.
I’m not too proud to beg for this. Not when, for the first time in my life, it feels like something worth begging for.
Carter’s gaze narrows. Yes, he’s an extraordinary bastard, all right. I can see this is fun, to him.
Actually…it’s kind of fun for me, too. I mean, in a needy, desperate sort of way. The thought of saying his name and stopping this, or disobeying him and jerking myself off without permission, doesn’t even cross my mind.
“Who’s going to be my good boy today?”
