For a second, Damon said nothing, but then a smile grew across his face. “Yeah, Blakely, I know. I’m just kidding around.”
“Oh, shit,” I huffed out. “Thank fuck for that. Damn, you really got me, man.” I was still laughing when he pulled me into a gentle headlock and kissed the side of my face up and down, smirking.
Damon was always really cuddly after a session. His aftercare had involved a lot of kissing and snuggling right from the start, after he’d checked in with me that I was cool with that.
I was. Very cool with it.
Once we’d settled down again, he asked, “You staying the night?”
“Mm, it’s tempting.” His arms were wrapped around me, warm and comfortable. “But I need to make it back to the estate tonight.”
Damon actually pouted. “But it’s already late. We could get up early—”
“I have to help Stan with something first thing in the morning.” I was interrupted by a yawn. Stan was getting on in years. I didn’t like him having to do too much on his own. “I need to get back tonight. I’ve stayed in the city longer than I expected to.”
I’d stayed over at Damon's last night—Saturday—and had meant to leave in the early afternoon today. But time and our desires had gotten away from us.
I would rather have stayed over again. I didn’t relish the idea of driving all the way back to Connecticut in the dark, and through the snow, although Stan had insisted I take one of the estate Jeeps instead of my old Ford. I would much rather have stayed right there in Damon Kirk’s arms all night, gazing into his chisel-jawed face and listening to the sounds of the city outside.
But I had to leave.
Recently I’d been coming into New York more frequently than usual, taking every day off as an opportunity to drive the miles and meet up with Damon. Before I’d met him, I’d only come into the city every few months, but once I’d gotten a taste for him…
God, I kept coming back.
The messy dark hair that contrasted with the denim-blue of his eyes, the graceful, perfectly proportioned body, his dirty demands—they kept me coming back. Damon was slimmer than me but taller, his muscles long and flexible where mine were compact and solid from all the work I did around Northlake. And his large, curved cock was the perfect angle to light me up when he fucked me. The guy absolutely nailed my prostate with every stroke.
But even better than all of that was the way he could make me drop to my knees with just one look. He was the kind of Dom who didn’t have to stomp around growling, posturing, shouting—just one glance my way and a steely command would get me straight into sub-mode.
It was addictive, and that was a problem, because I couldn’t afford to fall for Damon. He was a hookup, nothing more, and I had to remember that.
We’d met on a BDSM hookup app, after all, and his profile was still active, which I assumed meant he was playing regularly with other guys. Every time that thought occurred to me, I had to ignore the painful little twinge that followed.
But I couldn’t blame him. I lived several hours away, and you certainly didn’t go onto an app like Punishr if you were looking for anything long-term. I’d known what I was getting into from the start, and I’d made it clear to him that I wasn’t looking for anything serious.
“I should get going.” I slid out of his arms.
He pouted again. “I’m not gonna sleep well without my snuggle buddy.”
I leaned back over the bed to give him a quick kiss on the lips. “I suck,” I agreed, “and I’d rather stay. But Stan’s counting on me.”
“I’ll walk you down,” he said, throwing off the covers.
“Nah,” I told him. “It’s balls-freezing out there.”
“When are you gonna be in town again?” he asked, watching me pull on my clothes. It took a while, with so many layers.
“A while. Not until mid-January, I guess. Christmas, then the wedding, and then the cleanup…it’ll be a while.”
He got out of bed to hug me goodbye, and as I watched his dick swinging, heavy and long, I thought about staying after all. But I really couldn’t.
“I’ll miss you,” he said. “Make sure you do come back here, huh?”
I grinned at the rough affection in his voice. “Of course I will. Happy holidays and all that. Make sure you pray for me at Christmas—I’m gonna have a real fucking painful New Year.”
He slapped my now-well-padded ass goodbye as he pulled open the door for me. “Sounds sexy.”
I scoffed and lowered my voice, so his neighbors wouldn’t overhear. “Let me tell you, I’d rather have you making things painful for me than my friends.”
