Sugar sighed. “I’ll let you feed me anytime.”
I winced. Perhaps mentioning his boyfriend had been a bad move. He winked at Max and pranced his way out my front door into a soft snowfall without a care in the world.
Vic was slower to follow and held out a hand to me. “Call if you need me. Be good, Max.”
“He’s always good,” I said.
Vic laughed and leered at Max, and I almost shoved him out my front door when he ruffled Max’s hair.
After they were gone, I checked the time on the clock in the sitting room and nearly choked. “Fuck, it’s after eleven.”
“So? We have a snow day.” Max danced around like a kid and beamed from where he’d crowded up close behind me. “I have that final class this semester, so I thought maybe I’d do some schoolwork. Mom and Dad still haven’t tracked me down to yell at me yet. It’s weird.”
“Maybe they’re waiting for you to say something?”
He shrugged. “That’ll be hard to do when I blocked them on my phone.”
For half a second I gaped. “You did? When?”
“Last night, after you fell asleep. I thought a lot about the things Dr. Gaines said. He was nice and didn’t make me feel strange like I was worried he would. I’m tired of letting them treat me like trash. I know that’s not why we were there to see Dr. Gaines yesterday, my parents,” he said in a rush. “It was supposed to be about my OCD, but….” He cringed.
Hugging him close, I stopped him from saying anything else with a quick press of my lips to his. “That’s fine if you want to do schoolwork, but I should have checked in with Vane long before now. Let’s get ready for our day, shower with me?”
His smile turned wicked and a spike of need, followed by an unexpected stab of fear, slammed through me.
“Only shower. I really do need to check in.”
“Yes, Daddy,” he murmured, but it sounded a lot like “please, Daddy” instead, and I was already regretting the decision to be a responsible employee. The hell of it was, after our discussion yesterday, I didn’t feel like I could leave Vane high and dry. I hustled us through a shower, though I did take the time to check Max over and make sure I hadn’t hurt him last night. He had some redness around his wrists, and when I kissed them, he smiled and didn’t seem concerned. I was very aware of all the small conversations we hadn’t had yet, a few we probably should have gotten into before our play last night.
“Can we talk later?”
“Sure.” He smiled as the water cascaded over his head, and I had to kiss his pretty pink lips. One kiss led to two, and three kisses led to a hand job in the shower, but I justified to myself that we both needed the closeness after last night. He came gasping softly in my arms, holding onto my shoulders, then I let him go and stroked myself a couple of times. One of his sweet sighs in my ear sent me over the edge with a swift wave of joy, and I painted his stomach with my cum, and it was a travesty to wash it away, but I did. I wanted to mark him as mine, show off my boy—wanted to slap a collar on him with a lock he couldn’t remove. We worked with the public, though, so my wild fantasies weren’t possible, but I ran a hand over his neck and wondered if there wasn’t something I could give him, some trinket we’d both know meant he was mine.
When we were done in the shower, I went to my room and dressed in a suit, the same as I would any workday, and didn’t say a word as he pulled on jeans and a T-shirt. I did drag a thick blue sweater out of my closet and slip it over his head, just so he wouldn’t be cold. He was soft and compliant, raising his hands so I could help him, and my chest warmed as I kissed him when his head popped through the collar.
“Go get your things. We’ll work at the kitchen table.”
“Okay, Daddy.” He gave me an innocent smile and was off like a shot to obey my orders, almost like the worst parts of last night hadn’t happened. It would be easy to allow myself to forget how badly I’d fucked up, but I was shaken—not in my feelings toward him, but in my confidence as a Dom. I’d thought I was experienced.
Last night had scared me, maybe precisely because I cared about Max. I refused to hurt him by not being prepared for future issues. Even though Vic thought simply taking things slowly would be enough to navigate any future sub drops, I was still more than concerned as I went to the hallway and picked up my messenger bag from the small table there. My mind continued to idly pick at the problem as I went back to the kitchen and set up for the day.
It turned out I didn’t need to worry about being late, because when I called Vane, his phone was answered by Jaxson with a sleepy “hello” that made me think they hadn’t gotten up yet. “Tell your worse half it’s work time” was all I said, then hung up.
Smiling to myself, I got to checking emails and rescheduling appointments due to the weather. Max and I worked in silence, with a short break to shovel the front walk, and sometime around about three o’clock in the afternoon I stood and stretched the kinks out of my back. When I glanced across the table, I found Max staring at me with a hunger I was sure had nothing to do with food.
“What?”
Max stood and carefully pulled his borrowed sweater up and off. He laid it on the back of his chair.
“Aren’t you going to be cold?” I fought off a smile.
He didn’t say anything, only peeled up his T-shirt next. My heart raced as he laid the shirt over the sweater. He unbuckled and dropped his pants, and then draped the jeans over the chair. His socks were next. When he was naked, he came around the table to my side and knelt on the tiles with a fluid grace that had my cock tingling. His presentation was flawless, his muscled thighs spread to let me see his firm cock, his back arched enough that it made me think about biting at his peaked nipples. He rested his hands on his thighs and his attention was focused on the floor.
“Daddy….”
“I didn’t ask you to do that, boy.”
His lashes were like lace on his cheeks as he closed his eyes. “You usually do at least once a day. I… I want you to know last night was weird, but I want to do all of those things with you. I’m your boy, Daddy. Please use me.”
