Jerk.
“Now, how about you tell me why you looked disappointed when you opened the door,” Blake suggested. “It’ll help you get your mind out of your pants.”
I didn’t want to tell him I’d fantasized about him cuffing me and torturing me with his nightstick. The nightstick he didn’t have because he didn’t have a uniform.
“You’re not going to disobey me, are you, boy?” Blake’s voice pitched a full octave lower than I was used to hearing it. The rumble went straight to my dick.
“No, Sir.” I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth. He was going to think I was stupid; I just knew it. “I might have thought you were a cop, and I was excited to see you in your uniform.”
“And what in the world led you to believe that?” I shrunk in my seat when Blake laughed at me. He stifled his amusement as soon as he noticed my discomfort, taking my hand in his. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I can guarantee that’s the first time anyone has ever thought that about me. It came out of left field.”
“That night you did the workshop, you came back and said you needed your bag because it had your badge in it,” I explained. I felt like a dumbass.
“Ahh, I can see how that would happen then.” I peeked at him out of the corner of my eye, trying to decide if he was sincere or just trying to make me feel better. “I mean it, Danny. It’s a logical assumption, but no, I’m far too boring to be a cop. Will you still worship me if you know I do something as mundane as tech support?”
I gaped at him. He didn’t look anything like the computer geeks I knew. It was a damn shame that he hid behind a computer all day.
“You want me to worship you?” I squeaked out.
“Is that something you’d like to do?”
I bristled, hating when people answered questions with more questions. But I nodded, because yeah, I loved kneeling before my Dom and lavishing him with attention.
Blake lifted his ass off the seat and adjusted himself. “Fuck, boy, you’re going to be the death of me.”
He parked in the lot around the corner from Marino’s. When he opened the door for me, he pulled me tight against his body. “You’re precious to me, Danny. If you need something I’m not giving you, I’d like for you to tell me.”
“I will, Sir,” I promised him.
We sidestepped and he pushed my back against the side of the car, bending down to seal his mouth over mine. “Will you also go to members’ night with me tomorrow? I have it on good authority you aren’t working.”
He stepped back and held my hand as we walked down the block to the restaurant. Marino’s wasn’t a fancy place, but it had some of the best Italian food in the area from what I’d heard. Of course, I hadn’t visited before because eating out was a luxury I didn’t afford myself, and fast food didn’t count.
Blake didn’t shy away when we walked up to the host stand and gave them his name. The host smirked at me as he grabbed our menus and led us through the main dining room to a quieter, more private area. My cheeks flamed as a few diners stared at us, wondering who we were that we weren’t eating alongside the unwashed masses.
“You didn’t have to do this,” I muttered under my breath when the host held the door to the private dining area open. “I’m easy. Fast food and good company is my idea of a great night.”
“Well, it’s time you raise the bar a bit.” Blake kissed my cheek as he motioned for me to slide into the booth first. He followed, leaning over to whisper in my ear. “Besides, I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to keep my hands off you, and the things I’ve been dreaming about would get the cops called on us for sure. Now that I know you have a thing for men in uniform, I’m not willing to risk it.”
I swatted his chest, scooting away from him. He pulled me back, and it was impossible for me to keep up the ruse that I was upset with him. “You’re just mean. You said yourself it was an easy mistake to make.”
“True, but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to hold it against you when the opportunity arises.” His hand fell to the inside of my thigh. As it crept higher, he nibbled on the side of my neck. “Tell me, boy…do you want me to see if I can find a uniform to surprise you one of these nights?”
I whimpered, wondering if he’d actually do it.
Of course, he would. He seemed like the type who would go out of his way to help me live out all of my fantasies. Lucky for both of us, there were things I wanted to explore that I already knew he’d be into as well.
I nuzzled my nose against the hollow behind his ear before dragging my tongue along the tendon in his neck. “I’d much rather have the naughty doctor give me averythorough exam. Mav said you’re the best. Do you think you could fix what’s wrong with me?”
“Hmm, that depends. What symptoms are you exhibiting?” He pressed on the inside of my thigh, and I widened my stance. Anyone could walk in on us, but that knowledge only ramped my need higher. His fingers brushed the outline of my cock, bringing it to fully hard in a nanosecond.
I whimpered, then jumped when I heard the dining room door open.
I expected him to keep his hands to himself when the waiter approached. Instead, he covered my length with his palm, giving me a gentle squeeze. I took that as a silent warning to behave myself when there were others in the room.
“Good evening, gentlemen. Can I get you started with drinks?” He placed a cocktail napkin in front of each of us.
I shook my head, not trusting myself to be able to respond without giving away my predicament.
