He looks a little…confused. Or maybe that’s just his deep subspace face, I don’t know. “Safeword?”
“In case you ever need me to stop.”
He shakes hishead. “No, Sir.”
“I don’t mean right now you need me to stop,” I clarify. “If I do something too much.”
He shakes his head again. “No, Sir. I don’t need one.”
“Uh, yeah. You do. Doesn’t Casey use one with you?”
“I don’t need one, Sir.”
Okay, fuck this shit.“Isay you need one, so you’re getting one. Do you understand me?”
I see his throat work as he swallows, nervous, and it bothers methat he almost looks like his feelings are…hurt? “Yes, Sir,” he whispers.
“I go too far, I do too much—whatever. You say ‘Casey.’ Understand? You say her name.”
A scowl furrows his brow. “You want me to say Ma’am’s name as a safeword?”
“Yeah.Humorme, boy.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Fuck me, it feelssooogoddamned good knowing those are now capitalS’s.
I reach up and loosen my tie. “Jacket off. Justleave it there.”
He immediately shrugs it off and drops it behind him.
I unbutton my collar so I can lift my tie up and over my head. “Hands.”
He’s obedient, I’ll give him that. No hesitation whatsoever, he holds his hands up to me.
I use my tie around his wrists, cinching it tight and taking a couple more wraps around his wrists with it, finishing by knotting it. Obviously it’s meant to bemore symbolic than actually restrain him. He could easily get out of it if he wanted to.
When I see that sweet, glazed look return to his gaze, it tells me no, he doesn’t want to free himself.
His own necktie is now my leash for him. I tug on it to coax him to stand, grab my laptop case, where I stashed the condoms and lube Casey gave me, and lead him upstairs.
I’ve never brought anyone elseto my house like this before, especially not for this reason.
Ellen and I bought this house twelve years ago. The day before we moved in, we came over that night without the kids and literally fucked in every room.
I mean, we didn’t orgasm in every room, but this wasourhouse, our tangible proof to ourselves that we’d “made it” in life. No mortgage on it, either.
Damn right we fucked in everyroom to claim it and mark it as ours.
That’s one reason why I’m reasonably sure I’ll never be able to move.
I lead him down the hallway. Outside my bedroom door, I hesitate when my laptop case accidentally hits the doorframe, and thenthatsound slams into my brain again, thebangthe debris made as it hit the fuselage, the roar—
I pull him in with his tie and kiss him, hard, short-circuitingthe unfortunately familiar memory. Turning us, I back him through the open doorway even as I devour his lips with mine. The man’s been in my home before, countless times, both before andafter, and even up here in my bedroom for mundane, innocent reasons.
Not tonight.
If I have my way, this won’t be the last time, either.
