I shouldn’t have been surprised, but it hurt nonetheless. I thought Brea would have at least tried to find out where I was staying, but I suspected Mom had demanded she not call me. What Mom wanted, she got in that house.
I dropped my ass onto the bed and stared at my phone pitifully. I’d never known what it felt like to be missed, but I imagined it’d feel nice. Warm.
The door opened and JP stepped in. He always looked so nice, even in a pair of sweatpants and a simple gray long-sleeved shirt. I’d never expected him to appear so laidback. He frowned at the phone in my hand.
“Did you get it?”
“Yes,” I said simply, with more bite than the situation called for. “You don’t have to worry. I’ll stay out of your way today, and then I’ll leave tomorrow. Find somewhere else to stay.”
JP frowned harder and walked closer. “I didn’t ask you to leave.”
“You didn’t have to,” I snapped, shooting to my feet and crossing my arms. “Your message was loud and clear. You got off, you’re happy now.”
“Boy—”
“Don’t do that.” I stormed over to him and shoved his chest in a way I hadn’t meant to do. He went stumbling backward. Cringing, I forced down the apology that sat on my tongue. Kalinskis didn’t apologize. “Don’t call me that and don’t lecture me.”
He raised his eyebrows and a scary expression passed over his face. The part of me that had enjoyed following his orders last night nearly whimpered, and my knees shook. I was tempted to fall to the floor and beg to suck his cock again. He turned my blood to fire, and my skin flushed warm as he stared me down. I was in trouble.
“Come here.” It was a simple request, but the way he said it sent a tremble through my body. I swallowed, taking a few steps closer to him until I reached the hand he held out toward me. He grabbed my arm and yanked me against his hard body, and a whimper slipped out of my mouth before I could stop it. “I wasn’t ignoring you.”
I didn’t believe him, but feeling his body against mine made me not care, either. I’d never been the type of person who liked hugs, but this was nice, even though it was only half an embrace.
“Do you have class work to do today?” he asked, and I suspected we were not going to talk about what happened last night, which was as good as ignoring me.
Shame filled me and I felt sick to the stomach. I nodded. “I have a couple of essays due soon… I think.”
“Good. I have a second laptop you can use. It’s best if we work at the kitchen table. More space, and I have things I need to do as well.” He was already walking out of the room, and I watched his back until he was gone again.
I crossed my arms, curling them around my body as complete and utter embarrassment joined the shame that already lingered inside me. Was I not good at giving blow jobs? That made sense. Last night had been my second blow job ever, and the first one hadn’t gone over so well, but that had more to do with the fact I was a man, rather than my inexperience.
Sighing, I made myself follow him out of the room and back downstairs. He was already waiting at the table with a laptop set up at the chair opposite him, along with a cup of steaming coffee, and all I could do was sit down. His attention was back on the iPad, but he did raise his head to nod before I was nonexistent to him once again.
I fell into the seat and stared at the home screen of the computer in front of me while I sipped the coffee. I didn’t have the courage to tell JP I couldn’t remember any of my passwords to my college online portal because I hadn’t been on there for so long. I could have failed assignments that were due and I wouldn’t know. My focus had been on my new job and making my parents proud, which didn’t happen the way I’d imagined.
Then there was the laptop screen itself. The icons on the homepage were a mess, dotted on the background that consisted of a picture of JP holding his degree and shaking the hand of a person who I assumed was the dean of the college he’d attended. I thought he, of all people, would havesomeorganization with his shortcuts, but nope. None. My fingers twitched to sort them out.
“What’s wrong?” JP asked, startling me out of my thoughts.
I glanced at him over the top of the screen, my cheeks feeling incredibly hot, and shook my head. “Nothing.”
“Are you sure?” Amusement flitted over his face, and I glared.
“Yes, I don’t need you to baby me.” I sat up straighter in the chair and tapped on the trackpad attached to the laptop. I hated these things, I preferred getting an attached mouse with a pad, but I had no choice and didn’t want to give JP the satisfaction of complaining. I did, however, take the time to sort out the shortcut icons on the screen because fuck him, that’s why. His home screen was messy and needed organization.
“Are you done pouting?” he asked, but I ignored him this time. “Boy, I’m talking to you.”
I sighed and tapped furiously at the trackpad. “I’m fine.”
“Seems like you need a spanking to me.” He sounded cheerful about his threat, and I froze when the words filtered through my brain.Spanking?Was that something he did? The idea sent heat rushing through me and I shivered. I never expected that sort of play to be my thing, but my reaction to the thought of JP smacking my ass said otherwise.
“I’m fine,” I repeated, but this time the words came out too high-pitched. I cringed and cleared my throat. “I’m concentrating on my work now.”
He laughed and returned his attention to the iPad while I peeked at him over the laptop. I refocused on the screen again and used the trackpad to the best of my ability. I managed to get to Google, though, and with my curiosity piqued, I couldn’t help but type inDaddy and Boy. The search results that immediately came up had my cheeks hot again, and the flushed feeling extended down my neck. I pressed my lips together tightly to stop an embarrassing sound from leaving my mouth.
Clicking on the first result, it came up to an… interesting website that involved a lot of leather and pictures of a man on his knees, gagged and his cock in a cage. I didn’t see JP as the type to wear trashy leather like what I saw here, but a cock cage? I glanced up at him again and took a moment to study his handsome face. He seemed like a high-class man, the type who kept his shirt buttons done up to the top, and who liked the finest possessions he could find. I went back to staring at the website. I didn’t hate the idea of being gagged, either, maybe with some handcuffs to keep my wrists restrained.
A tremble trickled down my spine, but I made myself stay still so he wouldn’t notice. The second site was just as graphic, and unfortunately for me, there were also videos that turned on automatically. I hadn’t realized the sound was on, and I had no time to click the Pause button before a man moaning out “Daddy” filled the room.
