That might be too far, but what even was too far at this point? I’d lost all sight of sensible as soon as I’d seen Danny sitting at that bar on his own, waiting to order his piña colada.
Hmm, he’d look good covered in cream.
He’d taste good too.
Danny
I could be good if you asked
Danny
What would you do to me if I was good?
Danny
And what do you mean by teaching me manners? Do you mean like spanking and shit?
I chuckled because at least he was direct. But I doubted whether he could be good that easily. Or maybe that was simply me hoping he’d let me spank his round arse and warm my cock in his pretty, bratty mouth, because that would be really fun. Reed hadn’t wanted to do anything even vaguely kinky for months before I left—we’d barely had sex at all, which made sense now but at the time I’d blamed myself for not being there for him.
I still did if I thought about it.
But now I’d imagined doing that with Danny, the need scratched at the inside of my skull, nagging at me while flooding my brain with ideas of what Danny might look like bent over my desk or under it.
It wasn’t helpful. And it wasn’t making the situation any better.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as my dick hardened, straining against the front of my linen suit trousers. Exhaling, I put my hand on my crotch, trying to force my erection down but all I did was make it worse.
“Fuck’s sake,” I murmured to myself as I looked back at my desk, imagining Danny folded over it, his fingers clutching the edge as I pulled his shorts down over his arse. Would he be able to be quiet? I doubted it. He’d have to be gagged.
So much for three days’ thinking time. I was this close to sending him a video of me jerking off while I told him exactly what I planned to do to him.
Ezra
Could you? I’m not sure I believe that.
Ezra
But if you were good I’d give you the things you really want. The things you dream about but don’t know if you can ask for. I’d want you to tell me all of them, and then I’d see if I can make them come true.
Ezra
And yes, I might consider spanking you if you were open to it. But only if you were interested. That’s the thing about good sex, puppy, it involves communication and enthusiastic consent. I’d never do anything to you that you didn’t want.
Danny
I know all about consent! I’ve had sex before!!!
Ezra
Good sex? The kind of sex that leaves you breathless and shaking and makes you come so hard you forget everything else?
Dots appeared at the bottom of the screen as Danny typed. It took a while, and I assumed he kept rewriting his message.
I wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad sign. But it did make me think I was right about him. Guys like Danny always had the same reputation—careless fuckboys who got laid as easily as they breathed and left a trail of broken hearts behind them. It didn’t always fit, though. Sometimes it was all smoke and mirrors, carefully constructed to make it look like they were having the time of their lives and getting more pussy than they could handle.
And I had the feeling Danny’s was more painstakingly crafted than anyone I’d ever met.
Ezra
