It was such a fucking trip to point at the floor and have him drop to his knees to take me into his mouth. I’d never had such a power rush, knowing I had authority over another person. It scared the hell out of me, but turned me on so fucking much. The reality of the situation was only now dawning on me.
If I want his ass I just need to tell him to bend over.
This wasn’t high school where I needed the whole seduction thing. If I wanted to get my dick wet, I just told Mase to open wide, and he seemed genuinely happy to do it. Oh, and there was the fact I kept forgetting. Mase could self-lube. There was no fumbling for some slick to ease the way. As soon as he bent over, I could get behind him and slide into that perfect heat.
And what will your parents say when they see you treating Mason like this at Sunday dinner?
Crap. I hadn’t even considered that. If I was going to be Mase’s Dominant and was going to allow him to be the submissive he wanted to be, then others would see it. Mase might not care, but I would.
Why? Because you’re ashamed?
Long answer short, yes, I was, but not for the reason people would think. My shame would come from having read BDSM stories to get an inkling of what a Dominant was and what a sub was to him. Before I talked with John and had him tell me that Mason needed this, I’d been disgusted by what I’d read. I thought it was all sick and twisted, that the Dominant was taking unfair advantage of his submissive.
And now?
I realized how wrong I was. The look in Mason’s eyeswhen he got to do something for me, how happy it made him, how settled he was in his skin after only a few hours? It helped me to understand John had been right. I was seeing the world through a different set of optics. Mason wasn’t being taken advantage of, he was being given what he wanted. No, what heneeded.
And he was looking tometo provide that for him.
It wasn’t one person taking advantage of another. It was two people, each with different needs, working together to make a life or, at the very least, to make themselves feel less alone.
“Why’re you still awake?” Mase’s voice was heavy with sleep.
“Watching you,” I told him.
He snorted. “Yeah, that’s not at all creepy. Get some rest.”
“Is that an order?”
His eyes popped open and he sat up and turned toward me. “I’m sorry, Kip. I didn’t mean?—”
I pulled him into a kiss, silencing his protests. When he drew away, I smiled at him. “Please don’t be sorry. You don’t know how amazing it feels to have someone worry for me.”
“Yes, but I shouldn’t?—”
“Yes, youshould. My submissive needs to ensure I’m happy and healthy, right?”
He nodded.
“Then how can you do that if you don’t ask questions? And you and I were friends long before we became… us. Those years don’t disappear just because our lives went in a different direction.”
He narrowed his gaze. “What are you saying?”
“I’m your Dominant, but I will always be your friend too. I love Mason in all the ways he fits into my life. I’ll continue giving you direction, but I need you to continue allowingmyMason to shine through as well. Be my submissive, but be my friend too.”
“I could probably do that,” he said softly. Then he leaned against me, his head on my chest. “I love you.”
I kissed his forehead. “I love you too.”
He sighed. “In case I haven’t mentioned it… I like the beard.”
I chuckled. “You took your time telling me.”
“I know. I thought you’d be smug, especially as it’s as thick as you promised it would be.” His eyes gleamed. “Wanna fuck me?”
I loved that teasing lilt in his voice.
“Oh, I amalwaysgoing to want to do that,” I promised. “For now, though, I think we both need rest.”
