“It’s really weird to be naked when you’re not.”
“Is it? Or do you just feel like it should be? Do you like it because you know it’s what I want? That I want to be able to see you and…” He leans forward, plays with my soft cock. “And touch you anytime I want?”
I tremble, all my pleasure receptors going wild. “I do like it.”
“I thought so.” I’m surprised when he reaches over, grabs my fork, and twists some pasta and sauce onto it before holding it in front of my face. “Open.” I do as he says, Colton feeding me. As I chew, he continues. “I brought a copy of my STI testing. It’s in my bag. I’ll show you upstairs, but I’m negative across the board and on PrEP. Since we’ll be doing this for an extended period of time and neither of us will be with anyone else, I’d like you to consider whether you’d like to go raw with me. Not today. Think about it, have your testing done if it’s something you would want to do.”
I nod, heart thudding. I’ve never done that before. At forty years old, there are so many things I’ve never done. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” He scoops spaghetti onto garlic bread, holding up another bite for me, which I take.
“Are you going to continue feeding me?”
“Maybe. Do you like it?”
Do I? There’s something incredibly sexy about it, but even more than that, there’s something sweet and caring about it. “Yes.”
“Then yes.”
“Are you going to eat?”
He gives me his playful grin. “Eventually.”
He continues feeding me, every couple of bites stopping to take one of his own. When I tell him I’m done, he nods, then digs into his food, scooping bites into his mouth, asking me random questions about myself as he does.
When he’s finished, he says, “I’ll clean up the kitchen, then pack the leftovers into Tupperware for you to bring home. I’d like you to go upstairs and freshen up if you need to, then lie on your stomach on the bed and wait for me.”
My pulse kicks up a notch, my hunger for him reigniting. I can’t wait to see what he’ll do to me, to feel it, to lose myself in the pleasure Colton is so good at giving me. “I…thank you, Sir.”
I hope he realizes how much I mean that, that I’m thanking him for everything.
He doesn’t reply with words, instead pulling me down so I’m eye level with him, grabbing my face and sealing our mouths together in a kiss.
*
It feels likeSir is downstairs much longer than he needs to be. I finished in the bathroom what feels like hours ago, though I know it hasn’t been anything close to that. Knowing him, he’s waiting as long as he can, trying to make me suffer with how long he leaves me here needy for him. My toes diginto the mattress as I lie here, close to the edge, wanting to rut onto the bed to get some friction on my cock.
A moment later I hear footsteps on the stairs…one…two…three, moving much slower than he needs to. The second he’s in the room, I tell him, “You’re a sadist.”
“Why do you say that? Is my boy needy?”
My whole body flushes with heat. Hearing him speak to me that way is one of the most potent aphrodisiacs. “Yes, Sir.”
“I thought as much. Can I unlock the closet?” He’s shirtless now, still in his jeans, but now with the button and zipper open—just another way for him to torture me.
“Yes, Colton.”
I turn my head to watch him, see him come out with a brush. My ass instantly clenches, burning at just the thought of what it will feel like when he spanks me with it.
Colton sets it on the bed beside me, then puts a Gatorade on the nightstand. “Such a pretty little bubble butt.” He rubs his hand over my cheeks, making the hair on my legs rise. “I want it red for me when I fuck it.”
“Yes, Sir.” The two words already have a needy edge to them, are charged with the kind of want I’m not sure I ever felt before him.
A second later, the warmth of his palm is gone, before it comes down hard and sharp against my skin, making a slapping sound echo through the room. It vibrates through me, this cascade of pain and pleasure that meet up at the most perfect place, bringing me exactly where I long to be.
“Again,” I beg.
“I’m getting there, dreamer.”
