I didn’t know a thing about him, but I knew that wasn’t true.
Riggs had been genuinely concerned about me, at the shop and after, and something had transpired between us earlier in the morning, even if I had no idea how to explain it. There was something there, unspoken and uncertain, and I didn’t have a lot of experience with those things, but it felt a little bit like interest. It was something I would talk to Lincoln about, but I wanted him and my brother to have their weekend together without worrying about me.
Instead, I finally answered one of the ignored messages from Asha.
I hope you got the pink one.
She had a habit of texting me throughout the day, whether I answered her or not, asking for opinions on clothes and makeup, sharing invitations for social gatherings, and sometimes sendingme pictures of pretty buildings. I appreciated all of them, even if I went through days where I left them all ignored.
Her response came immediately.
Asha
Should have said so sooner if you had a preference.
It matches your skin better.
Glad you’re alive.
What are you doing?
My brother and Lincoln just came by, but they left.
Did I tell you I got a tattoo?
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
YOU DID WHAT
COME OUT TONIGHT SO I CAN SEE IT
I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU, COVINGTON.
Come out where?
Rapture at ten.
It was barely six, and four hours was a long time to be alone with the mess going on in my mind.
Okay. I’ll meet you there.
*heart emoji*
I plugged my phone in to charge and decided a shower was in order. I hadn’t taken one in the morning, instead leavingHunter’s and going directly to Riggs’s shop to return his hoodie, then I’d sulked around the house all day until Hunter and Lincoln had shown up at the door. I probably smelled ripe, and the hot water was a welcome cleanse.
In the privacy of my bathroom, I tipped my head back and let the water sluice down my throat and my collarbone, wincing once the hot droplets snaked over my fresh tattoo. The pain was shocking, but I found myself drawn to it, holding my arm under the spray directly until it didn’t hurt anymore. My skin was beyond sensitive, but the biting sting was grounding, something I could focus on and breathe through with relative ease. It felt bigger than me and feeling small was exactly what I needed.
The first time Asha took me to Rapture, I’d been so overwhelmed, and when I got home I had an orgasm so intense I saw stars. I knew I’d been somewhat sheltered, on account of having three older brothers, but I’d never really understood the scope of how much life existed outside of my own experience. I wasn’t lying when I told Asha I’d seen movies and porn about the kind of stuff that went on at Rapture, but being part of it felt obscenely hedonistic.
She’d called me submissive, which felt weird and wrong. Being submissive to the whims and interests of my oldest brother was one of the things that had sent me into this emotional spiral to begin with, though I assumed my submission to Marshall was not even in the ballpark of submission to a dominantpartner.
Pulling my arm out of the spray, I soaped up my loofah and tried to imagine myself in both roles. It didn’t take long for a preference to emerge, because I would have shoved my freshly tattooed arm into a pot of boiling water rather than tell someone else what to do. As I washed myself thoroughly between my legs, I wondered what it would be like to go to Rapture and ask someone to put me on my knees. Would I find pleasure inkneeling? Would it be enough? Or did I need a…did I need a spanking?
I’d never really been into the idea of pain as pleasure, but the lingering burn on my forearm felt like the me of the past had been a lie. This awakening was a slow one, but I was a careful man. I was still my brother’s…brother…his son, sometimes, but I was like him in many ways. Not prone to rash decision making, always ready to evaluate options before taking action.
“You just have to find the good of him in you and move on from the rest,” I told myself, rinsing the suds down the drain. My dick had somehow hung half-hard for the whole shower, enticed by the promise of another night at Rapture, the curiosity of a whole new world fresh at my fingertips. Curling my hand around my cock, I gave a test stroke, loose and overhand.
Groaning, I rested my head against the wall of the shower, turning so the water sprayed down hot over my tattoo. Normally when I jerked off, I got lost in the feeling of it, but with the burn on my arm it was harder to lose myself. The pain tangled around the pleasure, and when I came all over the shower door, my knees gave out entirely. I sank down, head bowed and water rushing over me as the last drops of cum leaked out of my dick.
