Whatever it is, I trust Ren to make sure Felton gets whatever it is he needs, and if he needs help doing so, I have confidence that Ren will ask as he has in the past.
For right now,Ineed to feel Dasan’s needfor me. I still don’t race to my room. Even though I’m alone on the tenth floor, I would rather not call attention to myself if I can help it.
Once in my room, I strip from my suit and take a quick shower. Then I’m on my knees on a pillow on the floor facing the door. How long will I need to wait? Does Dasan even plan to come up?
I should have checked my phone, but I didn’t even think of it. Maybe he’s going out with his friends. Though… maybe not. I don’t think Felton will be up to go out tonight.
I close my eyes and take a breath. However long it takes Dasan to get here, I will wait patiently. That’s what a good… uh, pet… does. Right? Hmm. I hope he’s not overly attached to that name. It’s weird.
Would Dasan be okay if I suggested an honorific? Not that I have one in mind, but what if I think of one to try on for a while? I know he doesn’t like sir. I don’t even like the way it sounds coming out of my mouth. How do people decide on their honorifics? Is there a database we haven’t found yet? Or do they all just stick with the common ones?
My heart jumps into my throat when I hear my door beep, and I can’t catch my breath. Iknowthat it can only be Dasan… unless I accidentally gave my room key to someone else. Oh, fuck,pleaselet me have given my key to Dasan only!
Thankfully, it’s Dasan that walks in, and I release a sigh of relief. Thank all the fucks. He’s still in his suit, and goddamn is he gorgeous in it.
“How good you are,” he says quietly as he locks the door behind him. Dasan crosses the room and grips my chin, making sure I’m looking into his eyes. “You struggle with telling me whatyou want verbally, but it seems like you’ve found another way to tell me what you want, haven’t you?”
I swallow. “I also want you to take what you want, when you want it,” I say in a rush. “You don’t do that, sir.”
Dasan smiles after we both wince. “Let’s try… Lord?” he says, but I can already tell he’s not a fan of that either by the way his face scrunches.
“Yes, Lord.”
He hums. “That’s not going to last, but anyway, I hear you. I’m sorry. You’re right, I haven’t been good about taking what I want from you unless you initiate it first. Your earlier uncertainty has me hesitating, and I haven’t taken that control back. So I’m going to add a new rule. Are you listening, concubine?”
I grin then nod. “Yes, Lord.”
“Oof. I hate both of those. Anyway. During away games, you will continue to give me a key to your room, and you will continue to wait for me after games, just like this. Understand?”
“Yes, Lord.”
“During the days we don’t have games, we’ll play it by ear. You often have things going on those days, right?”
I nod. “Yes. Meetings and planning.”
“Okay, so we play the down days by ear with a lot of communication.”
“Yes, Lord. Thank you.”
“You like rules,” he notes.
“I like knowing what you want,” I correct.
“During home games, we’ll also play it by ear, but I think we can agree to this same setup. After games, you’ll be waiting for me just like this at home, and I’ll be over after the game unless I tell you otherwise. We’ll also play by ear on the off days.”
“Yes, Lord. Thank you.”
“Such a polite concubine.”
I smile.
Dasan releases my chin and takes a step back. “I brought something for you.” He pulls a cock sleeve from his pocket. “First, I want to feel your hands on me. It was a stressful game tonight, and I want to feel my concubine worship my body.”
“Yes, Lord. Thank you.”
He sets the cock sleeve on the table beside the bed with a bottle of lube and condoms before he undresses. I watch as best I can over my shoulder as he climbs into bed. “Come here, Shiv.”
I scramble to climb onto the bed with him and wait at his side for further instruction.
