But if submitting was meant to be easy, it wouldn't be nearly as worth it.
Darren put the lingerie back in the bag and picked it up. "Sir, may I change into something less likely to be ruined by exploding tomato sauce?"
Miles nodded, smile widening. "You may." Then, as Darren turned, he caught his arm. "Dare - "
"Sir?" Now that he'd made his mind up, the honorific came easily.
Miles pulled him into a warm kiss, sliding a hand up into his hair. "Thank you. I appreciate your willingness to serve me."
Now that he was settling into the idea more, Miles's words awoke a thrill of excitement curl in his core. "Thank you for teaching me, Sir."
"I'll respect your safe words. And I promise you'll like your reward."
"Thank you, Sir."
"Think you can keep being subby until bedtime?"
Darren raised his eyebrows. "With the kids here?"
"It's only a couple of hours." Miles caressed his cheek. "You may call me love, or husband, when other people are here. You may act as you will unless I request something of you. Alright?"
It would be a fun challenge. More importantly, it would be something to hopefully keep his mind off the underwear. "Yes, Sir."
"Good." Miles swatted his ass lightly. "Go change. We have work to do."
Darren prudently exchanged his suit for jeans and a dark, casual button-down, putting on Miles's gifts first. The stockings were inexpensive mock-garters; perfect for ripping, he noted with hopeful pleasure. The panties were clearly made for a man, but cut like a pair of women's lacy boy-cut shorts. They sat low on his hips, the delicate fabric doing nothing for any sense of modesty. It was a lurid temptation to admire himself in the mirror as he adjusted himself under the lace.
The reality of Miles having bought these for him was even more arousing.
Fancy underthings weren't something he generally indulged in, but had inadvertently been part of his journey to dominance. When he was young, when he'd started escorting, a wealthy client had started buying him a whole get-up for every date. Wearing them for him had quickly turned into games of objectification and shoe worship. He'd truthfully been disappointed when the man had moved to the West Coast, though by that time, he'd made the decision to move away from escorting completely, so it had been for the best. But it had been more than enough to add to the list of things to explore with Miles.
Putting his jeans on over the top of the stockings was a thrilling sensation, nylon sliding against the thick cotton. Darren was half-hard by the time he did up his jeans.
Thank god he had time before dinner to get himself under control. And a terrifying task to devote himself to.
Prudently, he put socks on as well, leaving no outward sign of the naughty truth underneath his clothes. Then he went back out.
Miles had just set an onion on the counter. His gaze moved down his body with blatant hunger. "Did you do as I asked?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Show me."
Standing in the kitchen in front of his husband with Miles's gifts hidden under his jeans, Darren's mouth went dry.Are you sure you want to see me in those panties right now? He wanted to ask, but held his tongue. Miles wanted to be in control, in one of the few ways he could truly turn the tables on him. Every part of him wanted to encourage that.
Obediently, he undid his jeans again, sliding them down around his thighs. The way Miles's eyes darkened with hunger made him pulse in the delicate lace.
"Fuck..." Moving closer, Miles ran a hand up his thigh, fingers pressing into his skin. "Jesus."
Darren closed his eyes and drew a slow breath, trying to will his body not to send every last drop of his blood south. "Sir, may I serve your pleasure before we begin?"
"Fuck, don't tempt me." Miles gripped his hip tighter, fingers digging into his skin. Then he released him, thrusting an apron at him. "Later. Put this on."
Darren let out a long breath, steeling himself and refastening his clothes. He took the apron, pulling it on and tying it around his waist. "Yes, Sir."
Hopefully, cooking would be enough of a distraction from having to think about the panties.
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