I froze, my grip tightening even firmer on the phone. Licking my dry lips, I racked my brain for words, something to tell him without giving away the full truth. “I work with him. He’s my supervisor.”
“I see.” There was a tapping on the other end of the line, like he was knocking a pen on a desk or table. “You don’t sound sure about that.”
I forced myself to my feet. The floor was getting hard on my knees, and JP wasn’t around to lecture me. Sitting tentatively on the bench near the laptop, I picked at an imaginary loose thread on my pants. They were too expensive to just come unraveled, unlike myself, who was always a mess. He waited so quietly that I thought he’d hung up, but then I heard him let out a deep breath, and I knew I needed to talk quickly.
“I only started working there two months ago,” I said.
“And you and he are already comfortable enough to talk about kinks?”
I didn’t know this guy, but I imagined a handsome man with a face like JP’s raising his eyebrows by the way he said the words. I tamped down the urge to giggle like an insane person. “Yeah.”
“Is there something going on between you and JP, boy? Because as I said, I’m a very busy man. I don’t have time to waste on uninterestedor takenboys. If this is a game between the two of you, I’d rather not get involved. My life is consumed by my club, and if I was to make room for a boy, I’d need to know you were serious about this. Not to mention, I have no desire to look for someone permanent. I prefer temporary to meet my needs.”
That was a lot of information at once, and it took a moment for me to comprehend. I was too busy being fascinated by the feel of the leather bench under my fingers. I straightened and said, “I understand, Daddy, and I’m serious about this. I’d… like someone to take care of me.”
“Good. How about we meet this week? Have you ever been to Triple X?”
I stood and walked over to the wall of sex toys and reached up to touch a particularly large black paddle with grooves I expected would leave behind indents on my skin. I shivered at the thought. “No, Daddy, I haven’t. I haven’t been to any clubs.”
He made a noise. “You’re very green, aren’t you? Okay, come to Triple X on Friday night. Give the bouncers at the front door your name, Maxwell, and tell them I invited you. They’ll let you in.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I touched another paddle, red with silver studs, and swallowed as my cock fattened in my pants. Reaching down to grip myself, I gave my bulge a good squeeze.
“Great, I’ll see you on Friday. We can discuss details then.”
The line went dead, and I dropped the phone back on the leather bench near the laptop before I returned to the wall. The paddles and whips were held there by strings attached to the end of them, hung on hooks protruding from a skinny piece of leather that looked like something you’d hang your keys on. It ran the length of the wall, though, with different sizes and a variety of toys, from blindfolds to ropes and gags.
I shivered as I touched one of the whips, the handle heavy and thick. On either side were two different kinds of paddles, and farther along was another whip. Even though my body reacted with need—hot and flushed with my cock nearly fully hard already—my mind focused on the obvious mismatch of sizes and toys. The whips weren’t hanging near one another, and that needed to be fixed.
Pursing my lips, I took them all off their hooks and laid them on the bench, grouped together by what they were. Then I took the time to place each of them back on the wall, organized by what kind of toy they were, then color and size. When I was happy, I nodded in pride and grabbed the phone again, heading out the door. I tucked JP’s phone into my pocket and took a moment to peek in there one more time, longing etching itself in my chest for JP to throw me on that bench and either fuck me or spank me, before I made myself walk away.
I took the hallway quickly and descended the stairs. The sound of angry grunts led me to the slightly ajar front door, and I grabbed a coat that must be his from a coatrack and then slipped it on. Stepping outside, the cold wind immediately attacked my skin, and I buried my face farther into the collar as I walked toward JP.
Tonight was particularly cold, but that didn’t worry him. Without a coat, he shoveled the snow that covered a stone path leading to the house, and had already managed to get halfway through it.
“Hi.”
He stiffened and then turned. I couldn’t see him very well in the darkness, with the only light coming from the moon and the Christmas decorations on the outside of the house, but he sagged in exhaustion. “Hi. How did it go?”
A gust of chilly air blasted me and I trembled. “Can we go inside? It’s cold.”
He shifted closer, and I held my breath when he touched my lower back, guiding me toward the house again. Resting the shovel against the front wall, he led the way inside and closed the door behind us. We stamped the snow from our shoes before we took them off. With a tight smile, he helped me take my coat off before he nudged me toward the sitting room, which seemed to be one of his favorite places in the house.
He moved over to the fireplace and worked on getting it started while I took a seat on one of his nice cream leather couches. I stared at the Christmas tree. He hadn’t turned the lights on since I’d unplugged it, and while it relieved me, I also felt like an asshole. The blinking colors had brightened the room, made it peaceful in a way, and I’d ruined that. His aunt would probably hate me, too.
“You can turn the Christmas lights back on,” I whispered as I tucked my legs under myself in a relaxed position.
JP shook his head and carded his fingers through his dark hair, the red highlights glinting in the firelight once he’d straightened, and made his way back over to me. My gaze dropped to those leather pants. They clung to his legs in all the right ways and showed off the muscles in his thighs and the soft bulge at his crotch.
He sat beside me and sighed, leaning back into the corner of the couch and crossing a leg over his knee. “How did your talk with Vic go?”
I shrugged and inwardly cursed when heat returned to my cheeks. “He’s nice. What’s club Triple X?”
JP grunted out a laugh. “It’s a strip club on the outskirts of town that doubles as a semisecret BDSM club.”
“He said he’s the owner and wants to meet me there on Friday night,” I whispered, feeling silly that the thought made my stomach rage with nerves.
“You should go. Vic’s a good Dom.”
