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I lifted both eyebrows at him.

“In the broad sense,” he said. “In this, do as I say.”

I couldn’t deny the part of me that wanted to be told what to do. It was easy to put that part forward and let the rest fade into the background where I didn’t have to worry about anything. I left him fiddling with lamps and hurried to the shower.

Ididn’t waste a lot of time imagining what I could get up to with Alan alone in our room. I had the real thing right on the other side of the door waiting for me so I hurried. And if he talked Perry into joining us so we weren’t alone, that was okay too.

When I emerged, hair dripping and a towel around my waist, Alan was still by himself, propped against the headboard in nothing but his jeans. I started towards him but he held up a hand.

“Drop the towel.”

Off to a good start. I dropped it.

He waved to a vague area behind me. “See that blue circle on the rug behind you?”

“What about it?”

“Stand there.”

“Why?”

He smirked and it was a very dirty expression. “I have a good view of that area from here.”

“It’s far away from the bed.”

“You’re observant.”

“Why?”

“Do you have any patience?”

“Have you met me?” However, I had backed up until my feet were in the middle of the pale blue circle on the geometric-patterned rug.

He laughed. “Point.”

I stood in the spot he’d indicated. “Now what?”

“Now you get to watch me jack off.”

“I’m sorry, what?”

“You heard me.”

As I watched, he unbuckled his belt, opened the button, and unzipped his jeans. He really was wearing just the jeans, I noticed, as he fished out his semi-hard cock and stroked himself with lazy fingers.

He wasn’t specifically trying to be sexy, and my mouth was already watering, my cock already at half-mast just from him lying there taking his own pleasure and ignoring mine.

Fine. I had two hands. I could do this myself.

“No,” he barked as soon as I touched myself. “I said watch.”

“But—”

“Patience, precious.”

I both loved and hated that he called me that. I could never quite tell if he was being serious or if he was mocking me.

He hummed as he ran a thumb over the slit of his cock, and glanced to the bedside table beside him. I hadn’t noticed the items sitting there until he drew my attention to them. A cock ring, a butt plug, and a tube of lube.