Having to share a bed with me.
Also might have been my idea for Susa to hold off on buying a bed for the guest room.
The potential to get Owen naked in the hot tub or pool doesn’t escape me, either.
That Friday night, I treat it as a date. I take him out to a nice steakhouse and smile as he drinks his first rum and Coke—unbelievably, the first alcohol he’severhad. By the time we make it to the tap house later, he’s adorably buzzed and happy, smiling in a way I usually only see him smile for Susa.
He’s having fun, enjoying himself.
Yes, I played dirty and ordered several sampler flights for him.
#sorrynotsorry
He’s totally wasted by the time we return to Susa’s. I help him undress and get into bed, and yes, it’s soooo fucking tempting to go down on him right then and show him how good it could be between us.
But even this bastard has a limit. I refuse to take Owen’s consent from him. Even if he did consent right now, he’s drunk and can’t give informed consent.
Buuut…
That doesn’t mean I can’t sound him out, now that his defenses are down. I’d been looking at Doctor Who rings I found via an ad that popped up on Facebook. When we start talking, I set the laptop aside so I can give him my full attention. Besides, I’d love to put one of those rings on Owen’s hand, except we’re miles from that point.
Or…arewe? I realize as we’re talking that I have an easy way to direct the conversation exactly where I want it to go. “Well, we could talk about fantasies…”
And after finding out that,hellyeah, Owenhasbeen actively fantasizing about Master and slave scenarios with Susa—with him as the slave—I grab my laptop again and pull up a couple of my favorite videos to show him.
The first is a FemDom scene, fairly tame, but Owen ends up shoving down his boxers, grabbing his cock, and stroking it.
I fight the urge to do a touchdown dance. When that clip ends, I switch it to a stricter male-male scene, and…yeah.
I’ve hit pay dirt.
“I bet you’d be a good boy for me, wouldn’t you?” I ask, unable to decide if I want to stare at his eyes or stare at where he’s stroking his gorgeous cock.
“Yes, sir.”
I risk reaching over and stroking his blond hair. “I could teach you positions. Let you serve me. Teach Susa how to be a good Domme for you. Would you like that?”
He nods, unable to pull his gaze from the screen, where the scene continues playing. “Yes, sir.”
I can’t help it, but hey, I’m a bastard. I tightly grip his hair. “Then show me how much you’d like it,boy.Comefor me.Now.”
After his cock explodes he promptly passes out, the sound of his soft snores making me chuckle.
Duuuude. He’s fucking adorable. I can’t help smiling as I press my lips to his forehead. “Happy birthday, boy,” I whisper.
I get a wet washcloth from the master bathroom, and Owen doesn’t even stir as I clean him up. It’s tempting to lean in and suck his cock…
Too tempting.
A little taste, that’s all.
I’m justsofucking lonely. I’ve tried to hold a wall in my heart against Susa, but it’s slowly starting to crumble. I certainly haven’t shown her all of me. I don’t even know if she really wantsme, or what she thinks I represent.
Someonenother daddy.
Besides…
She’s not Owen, andheis the one who owns my heart. Hell, she could be gone at the end of the semester, for all I know.
