“True enough. But remember, little boys who throw attitude around get punished.”
I debated crumpling the shirt into a ball and tossing it where Jack had instructed, just to see how he would punish me, but I didn’t want to push my luck and have him decide I was too much work. Instead, I carefully folded the shirt with the now stained sleeve tucked in the middle, so I didn’t get spaghetti sauce all over the couch. Not that it would ruin the furniture or anything, but knowing my luck, Jack would end up sitting in it later and he’d be upset with me.
Damn, this was way more thinking and effort than I had ever put into trying to get laid.
Maybe that’s because you aren’t just trying to get laid with this one.Damn that voice in the back my head.
Jack nodded, offering me a smile when I had followed his instructions. He took in my appearance again. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, trying, but failing, to stand still. I couldn’t decipher what he was thinking, and I hated it. The longer he didn’t say anything, the easier it was to convince myself I still fell short of some bar I couldn’t see.
“Come here, boy.” Jack pointed to the floor in front of him. As I stepped closer, Jack stood. He reached up, combing his fingers through my hair. “That’s much better, don’t you agree?”
I shrugged, not knowing what he expected of me.
Jack tipped my chin back until I was looking at him. “You weren’t comfortable before, were you?”
“I’m not comfortable with any of this,” I admitted. “I feel sort of like I’ve been kidnapped and dropped into someone else’s life, without any instructions on what I’m supposed to do or how I’m supposed to act.”
“And how does that make you feel?” He gently squeezed the back of my neck. “There is no wrong answer here, Slade. What’s going through your head right now?”
“I don’t want to screw this up,” I confessed. “Fuck knows why, since I’ve spent years running away from anything that resembled a relationship, but there’s just something about you…”
I didn’t know how to finish that statement. There was something about him that made me want to strip off all my clothes and bend over for him like a needy little slut. There was something about him that made me wait with bated breath for his next instruction. There was something about him that made me want to be a better person so he would tell me I had done a good job.
Jack pulled me closer, pressing my head against his shoulder.
“I know this is weird for you. And I know things are moving at warp speed. I hope you know this isn’t a ploy for me to get inside your body.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. Jack had a way of making everything sound so damn formal. Part of me wanted to drive him crazy and make him lose a little bit of his polish.
“That’s what has me so confused. If it was just about sex, things would be easier. And just so you are fully aware, I am always ready and willing whenever you decide you would like to beinside my body.” I couldn’t help but tease him for how stilted and formal his comment had been. Jack reached down, swatting me lightly on the ass. I leaned back with my arm still wrapped around Jack’s torso. “What was that for?”
“Are you mocking me?” Jack lifted an eyebrow.
“Maybe a little,” I admitted. “But you have to admit, the way you said it was weird.”
“And what would you rather I have said? That I want nothing more than to drill your ass until your hole is wrecked and you can’t sit properly for a week?”
Oh. Fuck. Yes.That was definitely more my speed. I tried taking a step back to put a little space between us so Jack wouldn’t feel my erection pressing against his leg. Every twitch of my cock was a silent plea for him to do exactly that.
Jack glanced down before tightening his grip at my neck and around my back. His hand slid lower, forcing my groin against his leg. He moved, pressing his thigh against my erection. I couldn’t help but hump his leg like a horny dog.
“We are getting off-topic, boy.” His fingers dug into my hips, forcing me to stop moving.
“Sorry. I tend to ramble when I’d rather not talk about serious shit,” I apologized. “And you should probably know, that happens a lot. I am not exactly a talking type of person.”
“With as smart as your mouth is, that doesn’t surprise me at all.” Jack chuckled. “You probably got used to your mouth getting you in trouble, but that’s not going to happen here. I will always want to hear what you have to say.”
“But you are still going to punish me, aren’t you?” He’d practically promised he would. This was probably the first time in my life Iwantedto get in trouble, because I felt confident that he would make me love the results.
Jack stuffed a hand into the back pocket of my jeans, gripping my ass tightly. “You’d better believe it, boy. But you’re going to learn punishments aren’t always what you think they’ll be. If youwantme to redden this pretty ass, it’s not much of a deterrent. We may have to make spankings a reward for when you make me proud.” Jack released me, then nodded to my place on the floor as he sat. “It’s amazing to see how much more settled you are now than you were a few minutes ago. Why did you dress up if it made you so uncomfortable?”
“Because I didn’t want to look like a slob,” I explained. “This might be my apartment, and it might be a dump, but I was raised to look presentable when you know you’re going to have company.”
“Then maybe we need to make a new rule for you.” Jack scrubbed a hand over his stubbled cheek. “I don’t ever want you pretending to be someone you’re not for my sake, Slade. I didn’t come back tonight because you were a perfect boy who checked off a series of boxes. I came back because I was intrigued by the way you wear your emotions on your sleeve even when you think you’re doing a good job of hiding from the world.”
“And, because I’m broken and you think you can fix me,” I pointed out.
“I wouldn’t say you’re broken, Slade.” He picked up his fork and motioned for me to do the same. I could practically see him thinking as he enjoyed the first few bites of dinner. “This is very good. Thank you.”
