Gage gave me another one of those dirty smiles. “No.”
No?
No???
I whimpered, squeezing my thighs together to try to squash my balls into compliance.
“Remember who’s in charge,” Gage added, like he was single-handedly trying to make my dick explode. “And right now, your master says you’re going to take some aspirin, drink some water, and put some lotion on your neck. Then—”
“I get to come?”
He laughed. “No. Then you’re going to get dressed, because you’ve got to go meet your parents for breakfast, remember?”
I blinked. Oh. Wow.Thatwas a boner killer.
On the plus side, embarrassing spontaneous jizz-fest most definitely averted, but still... ugh. My parents were not how I wanted to spend my Saturday morning, anddefinitelynot how I wanted to waste the remainder of my time in indentured servitude.
I pouted, wanting to argue with Gage’s plan because yes, for the record, I had actually forgotten that my parents had threatened-I-mean-promised to drive up today to discuss, in their words, “something important to the future of my college career.” But then I sighed, because arguing would be dumb for lots of reasons, and while it was virtually impossible for me to actually pay attention in most of my classes—and even harder to buckle down and make myself keep up with the homework—I wasn’t actually stupid, thank you very much.
My parents were paying for college.
College was where I got to live with Gage.
Ergo, I should show up and make nice when my parents wanted to actuallytalkto me about college, because life would be horrible and bleak if they decided to stop paying for it and I therefore ended upnotliving with Gage.Notseeing him every day.Notgetting to rub up naked against him and—
“Noah,” he said sternly, snapping me out of my busy-brain spiral and peeling me off him, then turning me around to face the bathroom and patting my butt to get me to move toward it. “Be good.”
“Yes, Master,” I said, the word making me slightly giddy.
“Good,” Gage said from behind me. “Because you’re mine now, slave, so you’re gonna need to do what I tell you, when I tell you to do it, or therewillbe consequences.”
I whipped back around to face him, my pulse speeding up, trying to race, and—much like me in every athletic activity ever—ending up tripping all over itself instead.
“Spanking-type consequences?” I asked hopefully, my ass still warm from the swat he’d already given me andalllllllllllllllsorts of top-secret fantasies I’d mostly kept under wraps before now suddenly springing up.
I mean, um, springing tolife… it was my dick, not the fantasies, that had done the springing up.
Gage’s eyes tracked down my body.
Oh God, he was going to notice. Which… great, just made my dick get even harder.
“Be good or you’ll find out exactly what kind of consequences I have in mind, slave,” he said, his voice suddenly all raspy and sexy and just… just…unnnnnnnnnnghhhh.
He was staring at my boner. My brain sizzled and popped, then went dark.
I wanted to jump him.
But I also wanted to be good.
But I wanted him tomakeme be good.
But he’d said I had to be good…orI’d get to find out if he’d spank me? That was… I didn’t… I wasn’t… I mean…or? Did it really have to be an “or”?
Gage was usually so nice to me. Couldn’t I just have both?
Omigod, now he was starting to get a hard-on, too.
“Fuck, Noe,” he growled, stalking toward me like the poster child for sex on a stick. A candy stick. A candy stick that should be licked repeatedly. “You keep looking at me like that and you’re gonna be late,” he said, grabbing my arm and marching me into the bathroom. “Aspirin. Water. Lotion.Now.”
