“Sweetheart, there’s going to be a time when you piss me off. And I’m sure there are going to be plenty of times when I’m the one in the doghouse.” I chuckled because both statements were probably accurate. But unlike in the past, I wouldn’t walk on eggshells around Blake, wondering if he was upset and how he’d take it out on me. “The key is knowing that we’ll work through whatever comes up. I know it wasn’t easy for you to open up to me today, which is why that scene was necessary. If that’s what it takes, we’ll do as many scenes as you need.”
“I don’t know what to say to that.” It was sweet that he’d allowed me a safe space to talk to him, but I didn’t want him thinking that was the only reason I’d been able to be honest about what I needed. I also didn’t want him to think I didn’t want to continue playing. “Maybe we can get to a point when I don’t need the help?”
“I think that’s a great plan.” Blake stood and held out a hand to me. “I know it’s barely after noon, but what do you say we go to bed? You’ve been tempting me long enough.”
“No one said you had to wait.” I walked ahead of him, swaying my hips to show what he’d been missing out on. “Will you plug me again after you fuck me, Sir?”
“You’d better fucking believe it,” he growled. When he caught up to me, he tugged on the plug. “I’m not sure you understand how much you turned me on this morning. Knowing you’re desperate for me to fill this ass with as many loads as possible? Fuck, boy. You’re truly perfect.”
“I’m far from it,” I scoffed. Before I knew what was happening, Blake had me pinned to the wall. His forearm pressed against the back of my neck. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You know the rules,” he ground out. Blake squeezed my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. His fingernails dragged down my skin, leaving my nerves alight with the sting. “You don’t get to talk down about yourself. If I say you’re perfect, you are. It’s not that you’re without fault, but you’re perfectfor me.”
Blake ground his cock against the crease of my ass, pushing hard against the plug. “You feel this? It’s all for you. I can’t even tell you the last time a sub made me this hard all the fucking time. It’s been torture holding back this past month, but knowing that today’s the day I’ll finally feel your ass massaging an orgasm out of me?Thatmakes the torture worthwhile.”
“Then why are you still talking?” He was going to punish me for that later but I didn't care. I yelped when Blake pressed on my shoulders, holding me in place.
“If you keep that up, I'm going to find a cage to put on you and you won't be allowed to come for the entire day,” he threatened me, then gave me three sharp swats on the ass. “I'm starting to think I've given you too much leeway so far. Maybe it's time we set some more ground rules. Would you like that?”
“Whatever you'd like,” I promised him. Michael had given me rules, but he’d never enforced them. The sort of structure Blake could give me was something I craved but couldn’t bring myself to ask for. I’d rather live without them than be let down again.
Blake pinned my arms behind my back and walked me into the bedroom. He let out a disapproving grunt. I couldn’t disagree with his assessment of my room. The more time we spent at his place, the less this felt like home. “If you’re going to sign that ass over to me, I think it’s time for you to give up this place.”
As badly as I wanted to say yes, I couldn’t. That’s how things had gone sideways with Michael. As soon as I moved in with him, everything changed.
But Blake isn’t Michael.That was evident in the tender way he lowered me onto the bed and the soft smile he flashed as he unfastened his belt.
He dragged the leather down my chest, hooking the loop around my cock. My chest tightened like there was an anvil resting on it. The word yes was on the tip of my tongue, but fear wouldn’t let me utter the word.
Blake dropped the belt and crawled onto the bed next to me. He pressed his lips to my shoulder as he draped an arm over my stomach. “Easy, Danny. I didn’t mean to rush you. This is exactly what I’ve been trying to avoid.”
“But you shouldn’t have to,” I argued weakly. It wasn’t on him to tiptoe around my insecurities.
“That’s a matter of perspective.” He rolled on top of me, bracing his hands on either side of my head. “In case I haven’t made it abundantly clear, I’m falling for you, Danny. Part of being with someone, especially with any sort of power exchange dynamic, is helping you through your pain points. If you’re not ready to make that leap just yet, I’m not going to take away your safety net.”
I looked around my bedroom, wondering why I was holding on so tightly. I slept better when I had Blake’s top of the line pillow-top mattress and a nest of pillows around me. I loved the way the sunlight streamed through the windows in the morning. Hell, almost every day I spent with him,Iwas the one wishing that was my home.
Then it clicked…
Yes, I might have a mattress that had long since passed its useful life and mismatched blankets I’d picked up at a thrift store, but they were the first things I’d bought for myself. They weren’t gifted to me by my parents in an apartment they helped pay for and could threaten to take away. They weren’t a boyfriends, only mine to use for as long as we were together.
Blake was right; this shitty apartment was the first thingno onecould take away from me.
“Can we maybe compromise?” I suggested, hoping this wasn’t going to ruin the mood any more than we already had. I was starting to see Blake making me hold out so long for sex as a good thing. If he hadn’t, I’d believe I was cursed and I’d never get to feel him inside of me again. It felt like every time he set out to take things to the next level, life dropped a deuce on those plans.
“Absolutely. My control over you isn’t absolute. If you don’t want something, I can’t take it by force,” he reminded me. My eyes drifted shut as he started smoothing a hand over my skin. “What do you suggest?”
“Forfeiting my lease right now isn’t an option.” I wrapped my arms around Blake’s waist, hoping he’d hear me out so we couldfucking finallyget back to why he’d brought me in here. I wasn’t leaving this room until I was thoroughly fucked. “But we can talk about how much time I spend here, and once we’ve been together longer than a few minutes, we can discuss the living arrangements again.”
“I cantotallylive with that.” Blake cradled the back of my neck, lowering himself until his forehead was pressed to mine. I sighed as his lips pressed against mine and he seized the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth. My entire body relaxed as he started grinding his hips against mine. “Now, as your Sir, I think that’s more than enough heavy talk. I still have to teach you a lesson for being a slut and letting that doctor fill you with his cum earlier.”
Fuck. Yes. I loved the sound of that.
13
Blake
One thing was abundantly clear:I wasn’t nearly as in control of this situation as I’d hoped to be. Suggesting rules to Danny was supposed to be playful and fun, not send him spiraling into an emotional crisis.
