I started flipping through the hangers even faster, anxiety clawing at my throat and almost choking me.
“Do we own an iron?” I blurted, which was dumb because I really and truly didn’t think that collared shirt I remembered was even here, but also, of course we owned an iron, because just look at Gage.
Unnnnnnnghhhhh, no. I couldn’t. I’d jump him if I did, and not just because hewaswearing a collared shirt (and looked super hot in it), but also because I wanted to throw myself at him just so he could fix my current freak-out, and the pitiful state of my wardrobe, and… andeverything. Except I was a college graduate now, so I should be able to fix it myself, right?
Wait, no. I took a breath, because Ihadactually learned a few things in the past four years. Thatwasn’tright, because I knew Gagelikedto fix things for me, andIliked him to fix things for me, so if he liked it and I liked it and it worked for us, which it totally did, then it was totally okay to just go ahead and let him fix it.
Except… except hecouldn’tif I didn’t have a single collared shirt here that he could fix my total lack of preparedness—and my related, resultant, and impending-I-mean-already-in-progress freak-out—with.
“Why don’t I own anyshirts?” I gasped as I flung more hangers aside, definitely not getting enough air because apparently there wasn’t just a clothes shortage happening right now, but also an oxygen one.
“Noah,” Gage said, suddenly right behind me, big hands clamping down on my shoulders and voice all husky and shiver-inducing as he turned me around to face him. “I’ve got you. You don’t need anything from the closet.”
“I don’t?” I asked, wondering what I’d actually do if he told me he really did want me in just my collar and piercings and nothing else underneath my cap and gown.
On the one hand, total servitude and adoring obedience. On the other, accepting my diploma naked-ish on stage, in front of my parents and everyone...
Um, not sure which way I’d swing on that one, actually.
Okay, that was a lie. I totally knew.
“Okay,” I said, something inside me relaxing as I accepted my fate. Somehow, Gage would make it work, because he always took care of me.
Instead of yanking my towel away, though, he winked and said, “I’ve already got everything you need, Noe.”
Well, of course he did.
“Once you put on what I picked out for you, you’re going to look fuckingperfect,” he added.
Oh, he meant clothes?
Gah,thatwas why I hadn’t bothered to think about it before now. Not because I was disorganized and unfocused and always late for everything—I waswayless of all of those things than I used to be, thank you very much—but even if my default mode was still to totally freak out, melt down, and turn into a steaming hot mess of utter anxiety whenever something big happened, the deeper part of me knew that Gage would never let me down. He was in charge, and that was and always would be a perfect fit for the both of us.
“So, um, what am I wearing?” I asked, even as I caught sight of an entire outfit I’d never seen before, complete with a collared shirt, hanging from the hook on the back of our bedroom door.
It made my eyes prickle with totally unnecessary, sentimental tears.
It was just that… that everything was changing now and it was all changing in agoodway but this, us,him, would never change. I would always be able to count on him, and he would never get tired of taking care of me, and if I was any more in love with him I would probably spontaneously combust.
“Got what you need right here,” Gage said smugly, which I guessed meant he hadn’t noticed that I’d already seen the outfit… except no, he obviously meant something else, because he wasn’t looking over there. He was pulling something out of his pocket.
A little box.
My heart stuttered, and then he flipped it open.
“Oh,” I said, biting my lip as my dick instantly started plumping up like Gage hadn’t already made me come twice this morning.
He grinned. “They’re gonna look hot on you,” he said, running his finger over the shiny set of nipple rings. He winked. “Stainless steel. Gonna be hella fun to tug on, slave… or attach to something.”
I made an embarrassingly needy little sound, but I couldn’t help it. I’d originally been a little nervous—okay, maybe a lot nervous—when he’d said we should go get some piercings a few years ago, but now I was addicted. Not just to how amazing it felt when he played with the ones in my nipples, even though that was so hot that I’d come more than once just from that alone, but—oh God—the things he could do with the stud in his tongue? And the way it felt when he fucked me now, with all the metal in his cock sliding past my rim, and rubbing up against my prostate, and—
“Noah,” Gage said, laughing as he tipped my chin up. “Focus.”
“Yes, Master,” I said breathlessly. We definitely had time for me to suck him off again, right? Because almost better than being fucked was playing with all those piercings withmytongue. Making him groan and say my name like I was all that existed for him. Having his fingers buried in my hair as he held me against his crotch and ground my face into his—
“Noe,” he said sharply… which for a second I thought was him denying my please-master-let-me-suck-you request, until I realized that I hadn’t actually asked. Not out loud, at least. Not that me saying it out loud was evenrequiredmost of the time, since Gage always seemed to know what I wanted even before I did. But this time… this time, he hadn’t been telling me “no;” he’d just been saying my name, his voice coming out sharp to get my attention, but with an adoring look in his eyes that was…
Well, it was pure Gage.
