He pushes his pillow closer to me and rests his head on my thigh, taking my hard cock in his mouth. A shiver of pleasure runs through me as he sucks. It’s gentle. Weird to say, but it’s soothing as well.
I watch him, running my fingers through his hair. His eyes begin to drift closed. “Have you been telling me when you need this, or have you been letting me guess?”
His eyes open again and shift to look into mine. Shively swallows. “You’ve been making me guess, haven’t you?”
I appreciate his honesty. He nods, though it’s subtle.
“Might be time to discuss punishment, hm?”
Shively’s shoulders tense. His mouth stops moving as he looks at me. There’s a tremor of fear in his eyes.
“Are you scared?”
He nods, a little more intentional this time.
“Why? What are you scared of?”
His mouth releases me, though his hand grips my dick in absence of his mouth. “I don’t want to be punished. Iwantto be good for you.”
“It gives you anxiety when you’re not,” I note.
“Yes,” Shively says, bowing his head. “I’m sorry, Alpha.”
“During our vacation, we’ll work on punishments. So far, we have two somewhat minor disobediences. Correct?”
“Yes, Alpha.”
I don’t miss the way his shoulders tense again. My gut twists with my next words. “Do you not want to go on vacation?”
His eyes meet mine. “I do. More than anything.”
“Then why did you physically react that way?”
Shively takes a deep breath and blows it out, his cheeks puffing. This is something he doesn’t want to discuss. Iamlearning all his little tells, but it’s slow going when he’s not good about telling me himself.
“I’m… concerned with meeting this group of people. Together. As… this,” he answers.
“Are you familiar with the Isle of Kala, Shiv?” He shakes his head. “It’s a gay resort that spans several islands, and it’s entirely technology free.Everyonewho steps foot on the resort must sign NDAs. I admit that the residents, which are who we’re meeting with,dohave access to personal technology, but honey, they’ve lived an NDA life, treating everyone they come into contact with as anonymous strangers the entire time they’ve lived there. For some of them, that means their entire life.”
Shively’s staring at me, questions rolling in his eyes.
“What are you thinking?”
“It’s a gay resort? We’re going to a gay resort?”
I laugh. “Yes. I assure you there are the occasional heteros dropping in on their action for the anonymity it offers, but it’s probably booked 99% of the time by members of the LGBTQIA+ community. There’s no place like it in the world as far as that’s concerned.”
“But… are we allowed there? Do they really want straight people there?”
I wait for him to hear the words he’s saying. It takes him several minutes of me watching him with amusement before he realizes.
Shively huffs. “Guess neither of us is straight, huh?”
“I can tell you that I’ve never been straight, though I haven’t exactly embraced my bisexuality either.”
Shively sighs. “And this isn’t a straight relationship, either.”
“It’s not,” I agree.
