“In that case . . .” I exhaled. “I want you inside me.”
His brows arched with amusement and surprise. “Is that so?”
“Yes. I need it.”
His teeth flashed. “Very well. Then be a good boy and find a condom from the bedside table.”
My heart skipped a beat. “Oh.”
Elijah must have heard the tone in my voice because his smirk fell into a concerned frown and he broke character. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, it’s just that . . .”
I bit my lip. Would Elijah think I was broken and useless if I confessed the truth to him? Would he toss me aside like I was garbage, just like Larry did? Despite this being our first intimate experience, I already knew I wanted more from Elijah. But if telling him the truth impeded a potential future, was that future even worth it?
“Felix,” he said seriously. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”
I rubbed my arm. “Well, we won’t be needing a condom. I can’t get pregnant.”
“Ah.”
Elijah turned around and walked in the opposite direction. I watched with a low feeling of dread. Where was he going? Did he just want to get away from me?
But when he reached the bedside table, all he did was pick up a tissue and wipe his hand on it. Then he beckoned for me.
“Come here, Felix, my boy.”
The use of both my name and pet name made me shiver. I approached him with my head low. “Yes?”
“You sound like you’re still standing,” Elijah remarked. “Why aren’t you in bed yet spreading your legs for me?”
Despite the situation, a pulse of arousal shot down to my cock.
“You don’t care?” I asked.
“About?”
“The fact that I’m infertile?”
Elijah shot me a dry smile. The dominant edge drained from his voice as he spoke now, replaced with warm understanding. “I’m blind, Felix, in case you forgot. That’s something I can’t change about my body, just like you can’t change about yours. Do you really think I’m going to shame you for that?”
“No,” I admitted. The anxiety from earlier faded away.
He gestured with a short nod to the bed. “Now, we can stop if you’d like, or--”
“No,” I said quickly. “No, I’ll spread my legs for you, sir.”
Saying the words out loud sent another shock of pleasure through my blood. They should have been degrading, but instead they felt empowering--like I was allowing myself toownmy submission of my free will.
For now, I pushed aside my self-doubts and guilt about my infertility. I stripped and crawled on to the mattress. The bed creaked and Elijah nodded.
“Good. Tell me how you’re positioned.”
“On my hands and knees.”
“With your ass in the air?”
“Yes, sir.”
