Apparently those few words were enough to make sense, because Joe didn’t ask for an explanation.
“As hot as it would be not to let you see your cock forever, it wouldn’t be practical,” Joe said. “Not when I expect you to keep yourself shaved for me from now on. You can look first thing tomorrow morning.”
Scott nodded his understanding. It didn’t occur to him that he either could or should object. Anyway, he had a far more immediate concern and it made him wince as he tucked his cock away. “You do this on purpose, d-don’t you?” he asked, before he could stop himself.
“Do what?” The reply came from where Scott guessed the room’s door to be. He could easily picture Joe leaning casually against the door frame as he enjoyed watching him struggle.
“You always make me try to get hard again s-straight after I come,” Scott mumbled. “Hurts l-l-like hell.”
Joe laughed again, a rich cheerful sound that hinted that Joe might have enjoyed their time together that evening just as much as Scott had.
Scott found himself smiling too as he pulled his coat back on. He turned his blindfolded face toward Joe’s laugh, but he wasn’t sure Joe would actually tell him if he’d put anything on upside down or inside out. He had a feeling that was the kind of thing Joe would let him learn the hard way.
“You forgot one thing,” Joe suddenly said.
For reasons his conscious mind wasn’t even aware of, Scott held out his hand, palm up, in expectation.
“You’re pretty damn sure of yourself, aren’t you?” Joe asked.
Scott’s pulse rate doubled. The only reason he kept his hand out, was because horror had frozen him in position.
“Good,” Joe said. “About time you realised any man who likes leather would have to be a fool to walk away from a sub as good as you are.” He put what could only be an envelope in Scott’s hand.
Scott felt his jaw drop. Being able to frame a response was out of the question.
A touch against the back of his head and sudden white light filled Scott’s world. He closed his hand tightly around the envelope Joe had given him, determined not to drop it as he lifted both his hands to shield his eyes.
His vision slowly came back to him. Scott couldn’t bring himself to look around the room to see if any of his guesses about his surroundings had been correct. He blinked up at Joe, keeping all his attention on him. “Hi,” he whispered.
Joe’s amused little smile morphed into a full blown grin. “Hi, yourself. Come on.” He took Scott’s hand and led him out of the back room. He was still holding Scott’s hand when they stepped out of the shop.
“Where’s your car?”
“It k-kind of died. I got a t-t-taxi here, but it’s not that far, I can w-w-walk back and—”
“I’ll give you a ride home.”
It was a statement, not a question. There was no need for Scott to answer. Any protest he made wouldn’t be taken as a polite attempt not to make his friend go out of his way. It would be read as disobedience to his dom, and that was out of the question.
Scott was soon settled behind Joe on his bike. His lips were still tingling from Joe’s last kiss. He was tempted to writea note there and then, requesting that Joe would kiss him goodnight when they reached his doorstep, but no.
By the time they were halfway back to his place, Scott was determined to ask for something that would last for far longer than even the best kiss in the world—to ask that Joe mark him more thoroughly than ever before, and in a way that wouldn’t wash off the moment Scott stepped into the shower.
Part Seven: Yours Sincerely
“Did you think I might want to spank youimproperly?”
Scott looked up from the glass of Coke he’d been staring into for the last fifteen minutes, while he patiently waited for Joe to finish his late shift at the club.
The words in the note he’d handed over at the start of their date played through Scott’s mind as he met Joe’s eyes across the bar top.
I’d like you to spank me properly, please.
Joe raised an eyebrow; he obviously wanted an answer now, and not whenever the hell Scott felt like giving one.
Playing for an extra few seconds to pull his thoughts together, Scott took a hasty sip of his drink and cleared his throat. “I just m-meant that you wouldn’t have to hold b-back on my account.” He peered down into his drink as he turned his glass around and around on the bar. “I know you’ve been d-doing this for years and I’m just getting s-s-started, but you don’t have to m-make allowances for me.” He risked a glance up.
Joe had his arms folded and was resting them on the bar directly opposite Scott. His expression didn’t change as their eyes met.
