“Sit down. We’re not done.”
“Make me.” The words were out of my mouth before I could consider not saying them at all, but I let them stand and glared at Jayce. He wasn’t my fucking Sir. I knew he wouldn’t make me listen to him, and he didn’t move to prove me wrong.
“I must have been fucking high when I agreed to this.” Snorting, I went to step out onto the path but was yanked off-balance. Sir had my wrist in his hand, and as I was falling, he pulled me even more off course and slid over to the center of the steps all at the same time. My stomach swooped and I gasped as I fell, but I was manhandled until I came to a rest over his lap without getting more than the wind knocked from me. He had his forearm resting between my shoulder blades and a hand anchoring me in place on my left thigh. Out near the street a woman jogging by slowed down. I gave her an awkward wave and she kept going.
Sir held me so tight, and his thigh was solid and warm against my groin. My stomach melted and went fluttery with electric sparks of excitement and I wanted to rut against his muscles. There was no way to hide what this was doing to me. The speed with which I caught wood was fucking embarrassing. I ducked and watched the ants on the path, and his hand was there on the top of my head to stop me from knocking my thick skull against the railing. That consideration was nice too. I sighed.
“Point proven,” I snarked.
“Oh,” he said quietly, and jostled the thigh directly under my happy hard-on. I sucked in a breath.
“Fuck,” I hissed.
He let go of my head and then brought his hand down on my ass, too light to hurt, but enough to make me think about what some pain with him would feel like. I squirmed again as a new rush of tingles and need pelted my groin. My face flushed warm as another neighbor biked past the house and didn’t seem to notice us.
“I’m not letting you up till you talk.”
“You’re a nightmare.” My stomach trembled with another pulse of warmth that had me feeling fragile as I tried to move away again.
Sir brought his hand down in a hard swat that had me curling my toes. Again the strike didn’t hurt, but this time he was getting closer. He stroked his hand over the sting he’d created, and I dropped my head, letting go of the tension in my body. The fact that we were outside where anyone could see us only made this better, hotter, more surreal. He’d somehow, in less than two minutes, managed to shove kink up against day-to-day life.
“Can see the appeal in this,” he said, and there was amusement in his lilting tone.
“Fine. Fuck, just fine. My dream Dom doesn’t fucking exist. I haven’t met too many kinks I wouldn’t try. I’ve even done some downright disgusting things and enjoyed them, but I like all the traditional stuff. I’m a sucker for anything that touches my nipples. Now let me up.” I struggled again to get off his lap, and my dick gave a sweet throb of excitement when he held me still.
“Hmm. Get the feeling you’re telling me less than half of nothing, but all right.”
He helped me to sit beside him and wrapped an arm around my shoulders. My face burned like a thousand-watt bulb, and there was no hiding my happy dick. When I gave a quick glance to Sir’s lap, I couldn’t help but notice the bulge there. More than anything I wanted to blow him, right here, right now, so he’d stroke my head some more and maybe tell me how happy he was with me. Closing my eyes, I forced myself away from that track.
“You want it to look real with me tonight? Put me on the floor. Have me… have me serve you. Do bullshit quasi-romantic stuff with me, like feed me, or only let me lick drops of your drink from your fingertips. Or if you’re not shy, from your cock.” My stomach turned over. I very much would like that but wouldn’t ever get it from a Dom. Was it wrong to try to weasel a fake version of the Dom I wished I had out of Sir—out of Jayce? Maybe, but I wasn’t a good person anyway. “Sell the act. Whatever you want to do, just make sure it’s something that you like too, and I can make it seem real on my end.” I stared hard at my toes and refused to look at him.
“No beatings?” he asked and then chuckled.
“Not unless—” I gritted my teeth. After a few seconds, I forced myself to continue. “Not unlessyoulike that.” Sir took my hand. I watched the ants. They were struggling to get their piece of candy down the hole into their nest, and now I just felt bad for them.
“You look tired. Why don’t you go back to bed for a bit?” Sir gave my hand a squeeze. I felt weird and disoriented.
“That would be nice, but I have so much to do today. Fuck, I even have some real work I need to get done later this afternoon. I should go to the doctor, too, get tested.” My heart sped and I rubbed at the back of my neck.
“You’re not all right.”
I shrugged. “Maybe….” I glanced at him, not sure I would be able to stand it if we went through with this debacle of a plan this evening. His frown deepened. “What if I messaged Xander, or whatever his name really is. What if I demanded any pics he has back?”
Sir shook his head, but he seemed to be thinking. “Can’t see a reason it would hurt.”
We stood and went inside together, Sir holding the door for me in a way that made me feel very shy for some stupid reason. With minimal fuss, I went and found my phone, and then looked for Sir again. He was in the kitchen, leaning against the counter while he stared at an electric water-pot thing I’d never seen in use outside of a college dorm.
“What? I wanted a tea,” he said with a narrow-eyed pout that almost had me smiling. “Come here.” He patted the stretch of counter beside him, so I leaned there, and he stared over my shoulder as I messaged Xander.
“Stop being a fuck and give me any photos you took? Might want to reword that a bit?” Sir said, but he was smirking at me when I checked to see if he really meant it.
I thought about listening to him, but a belligerent little urge had me hitting Send.
We both stared at my phone. Nothing happened. He glanced at me.
“What?”
“You’re an attractive bloke.”
