He is mine, isn’t he?
I want him to be, and he’s sure acting like it.
This is less than twenty-four hours old, though. Guarding my heart should be a priority.
Did I mention I’m forty fucking years old? I’m tired of being alone.
Really, seriously tired.
Maybe I can sit back and be chill over a guy in the closet, as long as he’s willing to be all-in when he’s with me, and not fuck around on me, and once he’s out of office, he’ll be with me.
Can’t I?
As I stare into that pair of blue eyes, I’m thinking maybe dealing with a few years of him being in the closet wouldn’t be such a bad trade-off after all.
* * * *
Three months later.
“The weekend after next, then, Master?” Elliot looks up from his personal phone, where he’s got his calendar open.
We’re now three months into this relationship, and I’m learning that, yes, I can deal with a guy in the closet, as long as I know he’s not cheating on me.
He’s definitely gotten better at sucking my cock, among other things.
Alotof other things.
I double-check my calendar. “Yes, that works.”
It’s Sunday evening, and it’ll be time for Elliot to say good-bye soon. He has to be over on the Hill early in the morning for a meeting. Otherwise, he’d spend tonight.
“Yay!” He’s smiling as he taps something into his phone. “You’ll be back from London this Saturday?”
“That’s the plan, but you can text and call me while I’m gone.” Sometimes it’s easier for Elliot to contact me when he’s alone, and then I can respond. I’ve introduced him to using the Signal app for privacy, but I’ll be picking up burner phones for us in the near future. He’s paranoid as hell, and I get it, but he’s still hanging in there with me.
I set my phone aside and walk over to him, where he’s naked and sitting in the office chair and wearing nothing but my leather collar.
One I bought especially for him a couple of weeks ago. It stays here, though. He’s too scared to even take it home with him.
I take his phone from him and set it on the counter as I wrap my arms around him. “Think about letting me give you a day collar, hmm?”
I see the fear clouding his eyes. “Is that a requirement, Master?”
“No. I can do this with you without a day collar. But if you ever get to the point where you’d like that, I would like it if you would ask me for one. I’ll be happy to give you one.” I nuzzle his nose with mine, which is something we both love doing to each other. “A safe way to have a little bit of me with you all the time. Something no one will know about.”
He nods, but I know he’s not yet able to ask me for that. There’s still a lot of terror for him in what we do, and it’ll take a while for him to get over that. I understand that and won’t press him.
“I’m not there yet, Master. I’m sorry.”
“Hey, no. No apologies. That’s a good thing, that you have a boundary.”
Doubt makes him scowl. “Really?”
“Really. Because it helps me feel better that you won’t let me go too far and bork this.”
He still doesn’t look convinced, but he nods.
I kiss him, taking my time with it. I’m flying out to London tomorrow evening but what I haven’t told him is I’ve changed my return flight so I can make an unscheduled detour before returning to DC.
