Joe raised an eyebrow. Apparently, he made Scott hellish nervous every time he stepped into the same room as him, because he couldn’t ever remember Scott getting a whole sentence out without a stutter.
Joe filed that fact away to think about later. Part of his mind was already on other things—things it should have dealt with a long time before. “What’s your number?”
Scott blinked as if Joe had just suggested something unexpectedly rude.
Joe owned Scott. He was very certain of that. He might not be as attached to his phone as most guys he knew, but not having the mobile number of a man he owned was wrong on so many levels he couldn’t even begin to count them.
Joe frowned as he realised how much of an idiot he was for not having demanded the number before. Hell, he should have had it from him that first night he’d visited him in his room.
Pulling out his own phone, Joe added the number Scott gave him to his address book and quickly texted Scott his number in return.
“If you ever need help, that’s the first number you ring.”
Scott gave him a strange look, but Joe merely held his gaze until Scott gave up and nodded his understanding.
“Remember what I said about punishment spankings?” Joe asked.
Scott didn’t hesitate to nod that time. “Yes, I r-remember.”
“Good, because there are some things that aren’t negotiable. Not calling that number when you need help is one way to be sure you won’t sit comfortably for a week.”
Scott looked down at his phone for a second before pushing it back into his pocket. When Joe did the same, a piece of folded paper rustled beneath the fabric.
Of course—the envelope. Joe pulled it out of his pocket.
Scott’s attention instantly focused in on it. That was good. It made Joe feel a little less stupid for not wanting to allow Scott out of his sight until he knew exactly when he would see him again.
“Do you already know what you want to ask me for?” Joe said.
Scott nodded without looking away from the envelope. “Yes.”
“Good. I want you to write it down and give the envelope straight back to me.”
After a little bit of scrabbling around in the glove box, Scott unearthed a pen. Joe kept his gaze averted until Scott had sealed the envelope and was ready to hand it back over to him.
“I’ll give you a choice,” Joe offered, to his own surprise as much as Scott’s. “Do you want me to open it now, or shall I wait until after I’ve dropped you off?”
Scott took a deep breath. “I’d p-p-prefer you to wait, if you d-d-don’t mind.”
At least he didn’t apologise for having a preference—Joe was willing to call that progress of a sort.
“I’ll text you if there’s anything I need you to know before our next date,” Joe said.
Scott nodded. Joe smiled as he pushed the envelope back into his pocket. Now, there was only one thing left that he had to do that night, and it was a job he’d been looking forward to ever since they got back to the car.
“Undo your fly.”
Scott blinked at him.
Joe smiled as he switched on the car’s interior light. “Time to check your cock for splinters.”
Part Nine: By Hand
Show me what you really like, please.
As invitations went, Joe had to admit that Scott’s latest one was open to a great deal of interpretation. But Joe was hardly going to complain about that. When a sub was that vague about his preferences, it obviously fell to the dom to take up the slack, and Joe was more than happy to oblige.
As he put the finishing touches to his preparations, Joe whistled tunelessly under his breath, very happy with the world and his place in it. Taking a few paces back, he ran a critical eye over his bedroom. Yes, it was all exactly as he wanted it. He was just about to glance at his watch when a knock sounded on his front door.
