“Yes, Mister.” His voice went guttural.
“And would you like me to use your ass, too? Fuck you?”
His throat worked, and for a few long seconds I thought he was going to say no. “Yes, Mister.”
Images of what I wanted to do to him flashed through my mind and I grinned. Fuck yes. I was going to destroy him for any other man. If he wanted to see what a Courtesan could really do, I’d show him. “Good, Pookie.” He winced and I laughed. “You don’t like that nickname.”
“It’s a bit…Legally Blonde, isn’t it?”
I gasped and slapped my hand across my chest dramatically. “That happens to be my favorite movie. Are you insulting Elle Woods?”
“Oh God, you’re one of those?” He groaned loudly, and I smacked him this time. His laughter filled the car, and the realness in it made my chest constrict. It’d been far too long since I heard that sound. “I’m sorry.”
“You don’t like it?” I asked with a pout as I pulled into the driveway that led down into the parking garage of my building.
“It’s not a movie I’d willingly watch again.”
I snorted. “Not unless I tell you to. You are my slave now, after all.”
“I’d safeword out of that very quickly,” he grumbled.
“You’re no fun.” I stopped in my designated spot and switched off the ignition before I turned to him. He looked a lot more comfortable than he had earlier, and I realized maybe I shouldn’t have thrown him into the deep end so quickly. I should have started with an outing of just me and him, but I’d been so excited to show him off as mine. “Do you like any movies at all?”
“Of course I do.” He stepped out of his side of the SUV and I followed, locking up my baby as we headed toward the building entrance. “Action movies. Channing Tatum movies.”
I grinned. “Oh yeah, that man has a rock-hard body. I’m more of a Chris Hemsworth guy.”
“Really?” He sent me a surprised look. “You watch comic book movies?”
“Duh.” I rolled my eyes and nudged him when we got onto the elevator and hit my floor number. The doors closed and soft music came on as we started to ascend. “Comic book movies are all hot men in leather showing off thick arms. Though I’m more of a Marvel fan. Thor and Captain America just do something to me.” I shivered at the thought of the two Chris actors. Yes please, with a cherry on top.
He chuckled and shook his head as the door opened and we strode out. I unlocked my front door and flipped the latch after we walked inside.
“How about we have a movie night?” I asked. I didn’t want to rush him into anal when he clearly hadn’t done it before, and I also wanted to enjoy time with him. All the other nights we’d spent together, it was all about getting off, and all at once I realized that I didn’t know him that well. I knew his cock and the way he fucked better than his personality.
“Sounds good to me.” He smiled over his shoulder and there was something relaxed about it.
“I’m going to get changed into pajamas. You should get everything ready for us.” I held up my hand when he opened his mouth. “The popcorn is in the pantry and the bowls are in the cupboard above the sink.” I slid closer to him, the warmth of his body making my brain a little fuzzy as I stroked a finger down his chest. “You’re my housebitch now, Pookie. I say jump, you ask how high. You’re lucky I’m not asking you to put on an apron… yet.”
His eyes flashed with desire and he licked his lips again. “Yes, Mister.”
The easy way he submitted made me shiver, and I fucking loved that. Taking a deep breath to steady myself—and my extremely interested cock—I straightened and walked past him toward the bedroom. I took my time to change and set out a pair of pajama pants for him, and by the time I got back into the open-plan living area, the smell of popcorn filled the room. Ross was still in the kitchen, but his pants were on the floor near the couch, with his shirt thrown across its arm.
“Are you naked, Pookie?” I chewed on my bottom lip, hoping maybe he’d walk around the kitchen island with his cock hard and ready, but instead, when he came around with a bowl of popcorn, he still had on his boxer briefs. I pouted. “You’re not.”
“Sorry, I wanted to get comfortable.” He grinned and presented the bowl to me with pride. “I’ve never done popcorn before. It’s fucking awesome.”
I blinked at him, astounded. “You’ve never microwaved it before?”
He laughed awkwardly and shook his head. “I had a maid that came in twice a week and cleaned and cooked meals. If I wanted something like popcorn, she would make it before she left so I could have it later.”
“Fuck. How are you going to be my houseboy if you can’t cook?” I sighed and patted him on the ass. “No worries, we’ll start with cleaning. Tomorrow you can apply for jobs and clean the apartment while I go out. I have some errands to run, and I’m meeting up with one of my friends from college.”
He tilted his head and his brows furrowed. “You went to college?”
I probably should have been insulted, but I understood why he was surprised. Most people assumed that because I was a Courtesan I had no education. They also assumed I had no money, but that was on them for stereotyping people. Ross wasn’t the kind of person to be mean and nasty about it, or at least I didn’t think so. He respected the professionals.
“Yeah. I studied sports science and exercise physiology. I did nothing with it because I drifted for a while after I graduated, then started working at the Courtesan. But now I’m not, and a buddy from college told me about an open position coming up to work for the New Gothenburg Blizzards alongside some top hockey trainers. I can’t say no to that.”
