“We’ll both have water, and I’d like a sweet tea,” Blake informed him. He then went on to order the night’s special for both of us, effectively dismissing the server. “One of these nights, I’m going to make you take yourself out for me when we’re at dinner, but not tonight. You did well, boy.”
“Thank you, Sir.” I clenched my ass, trying to get any bit of relief I could find, even though I was certain this was part of Blake’s plan.
“This does seem to be hard quite frequently. Is that what you need the doctor to take a look at for you? Are you worried that you need help learning how to control your body’s reaction or that you’re aroused easier than other men?” He gave me a squeeze before allowing his hand to drift to my balls. He licked his lips and let out a groan of approval. “So heavy. You’ve behaved very well for me, haven’t you? Tell me, has it been hard to keep from touching yourself while you think of me?”
“Very hard, Sir,” I confirmed. It was made harder still, by his obsessive need to burrow his cock against my ass when he held me every night. It brought back the sensation of him filling me up, his fingers creating bruises that had since faded.
“Tell me what you want, Danny,” Blake insisted. “What will help you feel better?”
“I need to come, Sir. I can’t wait any longer,” I pleaded. I was frantic, nearly sobbing now that he was toying with me. “I appreciate you wanting to take your time, and I’ll respect you if you say it’s still not time, but I needsomething. It’s been too long.”
“How long has it been?” Blake took a sip of his water, then dabbed at the corners of his mouth with his napkin. Meanwhile, I was a fucking mess. “Have you slipped up at all, Danny? You can be honest with me right now, there won’t be a punishment tonight.”
No punishment?My mouth hung open and I blinked slowly, trying to make sense of those words. Michael— Nope, I promised I wasn’t going to let him ruin tonight, and I needed to stand by that decision.
“I haven’t come at all, Sir,” I told him. “You said I wasn’t allowed to, and I don’t want you upset with me. I’ll wait as long as you think is necessary.”
“It’s going to be awfully boring if you don’t break the rules at all,” Blake mused. When the door opened again, he moved his hand back to his own lap. “Or are you just trying to make a good impression right now?”
“Can it be both, Sir?”
The waiter delivered our meals. Blake slid his plate to the side and cut mine once we were alone again. It was surreal to feel as if we were the only people in the building, but I couldn’t think of a better date.
He moved the plate back to my setting, and I picked up my fork. “Thank you. I can’t remember the last time someone cut up my food. It was probably when I was a little kid.”
“Well, I couldn’t have you hurting yourself, now could I? Trips to the doctor aren’t fun when I have to bandage you up for real.” He nodded to my plate. “Eat up. That way, we can head to my place for the night. It’s not fair that your bed is the only one that smells like us.”
“Does that mean you’re going to fuck me tonight?” He was so careful with me, fucking sounded like crude vocabulary, but it was way too damn soon to use words like making love.
Blake shrugged. “We’ll have to see how the night goes. I might decide it’s better if we wait until I have a chance to check you out to make sure you’re healthy enough to take me.”
“I can—” I stuffed a huge forkful of food into my mouth to keep from finishing that statement. Blake had asked me to relinquish control to him, and if I pushed, he might make me wait longer.
I hated him, but also realized I could easily fall in love with someone who put my needs first.
7
Blake
DrivingDanny home this morning left a bitter taste in my mouth. I would much rather have left him sleeping soundly in my bed while I snuck out to work. His apartment smelled musty, and the bed was so old, there was a huge crater in the middle from him sleeping on his own. I didn’t even want to think about who might have slept in it before him. I’d never say anything to make him feel bad about his circumstances, but I didn’t like my boy living in such conditions.
Work was a nightmare when one of our biggest clients experienced a nationwide outage. That meant every store manager called at the same time, insisting they needed to be our priority. No matter how many times we reassured them that the development team was working to resolve the issue, they would call five minutes later to get a status report.
It was the type of day that called for one of two things: a stiff drink or a hard scene.
Tonight, I’d have the latter, where I’d see how open to anything my boy really was. I wasn’t going to do anything so depraved it would defy even kinky norms, but I wanted to push him past his limits.
To this point, the only hard limits he’d given me were the typical ones: no blood, piss, or scat. That was fine by me because, as much as I loved playing in the med room, blood wasn’t my scene. As for piss and scat, I wasn’t going to judge anyone who liked those things, but no way in hell. Those were two ofmyhard limits.
I sent Danny a quick text when I left work, telling him to meet me at The Lodge in an hour. I wanted to run by the house to change into something a bit more comfortable, and I wanted to leave him waiting for a bit.
Then, I texted John to ask if my room was available tonight. Okay, so maybe it wasn’tmyroom, but it was well known at the club that it was where I liked to play, and everyone knew I was good at it. That’s why I still received messages every week, asking me to assist other couples. Until now, I’d told them all no, but I was considering talking to Danny to see how he’d feel about me continuing to help out.
Establishing myself as a mentor in the community meant there were always going to be times when I needed to play with others, and I needed him to understand that if we were going to put a label on what we were doing.
That, more than anything, was the potential deal breaker and something I’d avoided talking to him about. Despite our first scene, I knew he was very much a one-partner man. In the little bits I’d gleaned as he tried to avoid talking about his ex, I understood infidelity was a wound that still hadn’t healed.
Rather than parking in the public ramp down the road from DeSires, I parked behind Danny’s building. Since he didn’t have a car, but each apartment had an assigned stall, he’d invited me to park there whenever I wanted.
