“You do?” His disbelief was obvious. He twisted around to face me, jostling the tray covering his lap.
I lifted it, carefully setting it on the nightstand. I tugged him into my lap, wrapping my arms around my waist. “Yes, Danny, I want to be with you. This isn’t about a week or a month together. The only reason we’ve been going this slow is because I believe the best things are worth the time to build them. Someday, I hope you’ll see yourself the way I see you.”
“How’s that?” Danny’s voice shook as if he was scared to hear the answer.
“You’re a beautiful boy with a heart of gold,” I told him. “You’re strong as hell. You’ve been conditioned to believe your submission is a weakness, but it’s one of your greatest strengths. You have a backbone and you’re not afraid to stand up for what you want. I’m the lucky one for having you in my life, and I’m going to spend every day showing you how grateful I am.”
10
Danny
I spentthe last half of the morning feeling like I was floating. When Blake told me what I meant to him, I couldn’t help but believe him. I wasn’t sure what I’d done to deserve a man like him, but he was exactly what I swore I wasn’t looking for but needed in my life.
After breakfast, Blake guided me into the most luxurious bathroom I’d ever seen. There was a soaker tub in the corner that was big enough for the two of us and a couple of friends, not that we’d ever test that theory. I’d forever be grateful to Mav and John for helping us get together, but I couldn’t think of anything that would make me want group play to be a regular part of our dynamic. I was far too greedy and wanted to have Blake all to myself whenever possible.
As soon as we stepped out of Blake’s townhouse, he slipped a rolled-up bandana over my eyes. Although I was acutely aware of how odd it probably looked to see a grown man leading another blindfolded man into the parking lot, I couldn’t bring myself to feel self-conscious about it. This was Blake, and if it wasn’t clear for him to do this without raising suspicions, he wouldn’t have.
“You’re really going to make me wear this until we get wherever you’re going?” I grumbled, even though I wasn’t genuinely annoyed. It seemed like overkill to me, but Blake practically vibrated with excitement.
“I am,” he confirmed. His grip was tight on my elbow as he slowed. “There are three steps down, so take it easy.”
I used the toe of my shoe to feel the ground in front of me. My heart raced, more out of fear that I’d face plant than anything else. Blake turned me to the left and we kept walking. This was the route we’d taken last night when we got home, so I knew we were headed to the car. The horn beeped twice when Blake unlocked the doors. I waited until he opened the door and guided me into my seat.
“You do realize I’m a sure thing, right?” Surprises were sweet and all, but my dick was hard again, and a blindfolded drive around the city wasn’t exactly how I’d envisioned our day going.
“Don’t sell yourself short,” Blake scoffed. “If you weren’t so keyed up from me making you wait a month, I’m sure you’d be great at playing hard to get.”
Now it was my turn to laugh. I might be able to tease him, but no way would I ever turn down an opportunity to feel his dick stretching my hole wide. With nothing better to do than torture myself, I’d recently started trying to find as much information as I could on med fet, since that was something the entire community knew he was into. While I’d draw the line at needles and blood play, there was far more I hoped he’d introduce me to.
“Maybe. I think you should make sure I’m well satisfied so we can test that theory,” I quipped.
Blake chuckled. “Oh, you do, huh? Well, we’ll have to see what we can do about that. It might require keeping you close to me so I can use your body whenever I’d like.”
“I see no problem with that.” In fact, it sounded like the best plan ever. When I was at Blake’s, I didn’t wake up at five in the morning to the rumbling of delivery trucks and buses going down the road. I didn’t hear my neighbor’s alarm at six-thirty. Yes, I woke up when Blake’s alarm went off, but recently he’d started kissing me and telling me to go back to sleep. It made me feel like I had a home rather than just a place to crash when I was too tired to stay awake.
Even though I was blindfolded, I closed my eyes and tried to guess where we were going based on the turns Blake took. My mind raced with ideas, and my dick pressed against the front of my jeans. I reached down to reposition myself.
“Did I give you permission to do that?” Blake scolded me.
I shoved my hands under my thighs. “No, Sir. I promise I wasn’t trying to get off. It was getting pinched.”
That was the exact wrong thing to say. The only thing that kept me from hitting my head on the roof of the car when I jumped was my seatbelt. Blake cupped my dick and started massaging it. “Poor baby. We can’t have you getting injured before the fun starts.”
So weweregoing to fool around today. My hole clenched, anticipating feeling Blake’s cock stretching me later.
“Open your pants,” Blake demanded. His hand slid to the inside of my thigh. I was overwhelmed and barely able to operate the zipper on my jeans. The car slowed. I wasn’t sure if we had arrived wherever we were going, if we were at a stop light, or if he’d pulled over to help me without trying to drive at the same time. I lifted my hips and pushed the fabric down. “That’s it. You’d kick them off and ride around town half naked if I told you to, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” I responded breathlessly. There was something about knowing anyone could drive past and see me in this state that drove my arousal even higher.
Blake curled his fingers around my cock, giving it a couple languid strokes. The car started moving again, but Blake didn’t keep his hand to himself. His fingers shoved deeper between my thighs, teasing my balls. I threw my head back, biting my bottom lip to keep from crying out. “I’m not going to let you come, but I want to keep you on edge.”
That was a constant state of being for me. Whether he was touching me or not, I was always aroused. When he wasn’t there with me, I was thinking about what he’d do the next time I saw him. If he was there, he had this way of looking at me that made me feel more exposed than if I was naked.
A few minutes later, the car stopped again. When Blake turned off the engine, I swore I could hear my heart hammering against my ribs. He opened the door and the cool breeze of the morning against my bare dick made me shiver. There was silence for a few seconds between Blake closing his door and mine opening. He rested his hands on my thighs and kissed my forearm. “We’re going to check you over to make sure you’re ready for me to take you. I’m going to use that hole until I can’t get it up anymore, so we’ll need to stretch you out. Do you want me to tell you how I’m going to do that or surprise you?”
I wasn’t sure my imagination could handle many more surprises. It had been a month of nothing but thinking up all the things I wished a Dom would do to me that I hadn’t experienced yet. It turned out that either Michael was far more boring than I’d thought at the time, or I was way more adventurous and we never would have been a good fit.
The fact I was able to recognize that the demise of our relationship might not have been a failing on my part was totally because of Blake. I’d have to think up a good way to thank him for helping me remember my own worth.
