I couldn’t let him see all my cards. Couldn’t let him know just how deep into this power play I was.
“You were a good boy today, Pip,” he called out as he paced around the room. God, he was beautiful when he was in his element. All power and grace, with a hint of softness I don’t think he ever let anyone else see.
“I was. For you.”
He stopped moving to face me. “You did everything I said. There were none of your normal quips. No talking back.”
“You sound surprised. I told you I would be good.” There was a snark to my words. A teasing that brought us back on even ground.
His jaw tightened as I took a step toward him. I almost hesitated, but then he said something unexpected.
“As a reward for your good behavior, you can have whatever you want.”
My entire world tilted. There were a million things I wanted. So many that I couldn’t imagine picking one.
Except…
One thought had been on my mind for a long fucking time. I couldn’t seem to get past it.
Henny never took his clothes off.
I didn’t mean like full nudity. Just a shirt. Or maybe he’d wear some shorts since it’s fucking hot in Vegas. But no, I’d never seen more than what could be seen when he wore a suit.
Lying next to him at night had me thinking about it more than usual. His buttoned-up fancy pants fucking pajamas were cute. Their only fault was how they covered so much skin.
“Take off your shirt.” My voice came out rough. “And just stand there.”
Henny’s gaze lit with interest. “Are you sure that’s what you want?”
“Yes, please. I need to see you. It’s been driving me crazy.” The words were out of my mouth before I could think what they’d imply. Admitting how long I’d been craving him was a point of weakness. It showed more of my hand than I intended.
It took an agonizingly long time for Henny to move. Each button popped open like a shotgun in the dead of night as he peeled off his shirt. The methodical, steady releases felt like the most sinful strip show of my life.
Knowing the part I had in this plan of mine, I went about pulling off my own clothes. Henny’s brow rose, but he didn’t say a word.
The vulnerability of the moment wasn’t lost on me. I’d already given so much of myself today. What was it to reveal even more?
I’d killed men in the past without even blinking. Death was a constant companion.
Yet dropping to my knees in front of Henny while completely naked, I felt as if more than my body was on display. My heart. My soul. All of it laid before this man.
Henny stepped forward until the tips of his shoes pressed against my knees. From this angle, he was all power and control. The sight had my cock throbbing, my pulse spiking.
Lean muscle covered in golden skin. Blond hair covered the center of his chest and a thin trail led down to his cock. I wanted to touch him. Wanted to taste him.
Fuck, the things I’d have done for the chance.
“Look at you,” Henny whispered. “My good boy. What else do you want for your reward?”
I swallowed back the pleas at the tip of my tongue. Pushing him for too much too soon would backfire. Instead, I needed to prove I could be patient. I could continue to be good for him and wait until he was ready.
Reaching down, I wrapped my hand around my cock. My slow stroke caught Henny’s eye.
“Can I?—”
His hand landed on the top of my head, fingers weaving through my hair. “You can, Pip. Show me exactly how you like to be rewarded.”
A shiver worked through me at the authority in his tone. I worked my fist a little faster, careful not to finish this too soon but also doing as he said. Henny’s hand released my hair, trailing down my cheek until he could cup under my jaw.
