“Yes,” he murmurs. “It’s… I don’t…”
Luca’s eyes flutter closed as I continue to flick across his nipple, his face so relaxed and blissed out that I don’t want to stop.
Could I make him come like this? Would he let me? How far will Luca let me go until he’s had enough?
I bend closer to him, feeling his minty breath drift across my face.
Licking my lips, I ask, “Can I kiss you?”
He stiffens and peels his eyes open, the fear in his gaze chasing away his pleasure.
Luca wiggles out of my arms, putting his hands up in front of him as if to ward me off.
“Luca,” I say, taking a step closer to him.
“Teacher,” he whispers. And then louder. “Teacher.” I stop in my tracks, looking down at him.
What just happened? Luca looked like he was having a good time—his prominent dick print shows that I wasn’t imagining making him feel good.
So why did he freak out?
Not moving any closer to him, I ask, “Can you tell me what happened?” I want to demand he tell me, pull the words from him if I have to, but he’s too skittish and I fear I’ll scare him away.
He shakes his head so forcefully his hair bounces around his face like a halo. “Teacher…” It comes out almost painfully this time.
I hold my hands up and take a few steps backward to give him space.
“I’m sorry,” I say sincerely. What we just did, what he just let me do, required a lot of trust, and I don’t want him to think I’m abusing that. I won’t push him, no matter how much I want to force the information out of him.
Luca doesn’t say anything, he simply hurries across the room to the door.
He pulls against the handle, but it doesn’t budge. He pulls and pulls, but the door stays shut, not letting him out.
I can tell from the set of his shoulders that he’s dragging in those greedy pulls of air, a panic attack not far behind.
I know he doesn’t want me to touch him, but I don’t want him to freak out if he’s trapped in here with me.
Walking over to him, being sure not to crowd him, I reach around and flick the lock on the door. Luca shoots me a grateful look, but disappears out of the room like his ass is on fire.
Sighing, I lean against the wall beside the door, trying to figure out where I fucked up. He was into it, right? I didn’t force him to do anything he didn’t want?
I’m big on consent, and I’d feel like shit if I put him in a position he didn’t want to be in because he didn’t know how to speak up.
It’ll be uncomfortable, but I’ll ask him on Monday. Nothing else will happen between us, but I want to be sure that he didn’t safe word because I pushed past his limits and scared him.
“Fucking hell,” I mutter, leaning my head back against the wall. Being a scary bastard keeps most people at arm’s length and ensures I don’t have to deal with bullshit. In this instance, it doesn’t help me at all.
I have to hope against hope that I didn’t do anything to hurt Luca. That little lamb is too sweet for someone as dark as me.
Chapter
Seven
LUCA
I haveno idea what I was thinking coming to a club—or what I was doing coming to a club likeMask.
Mask.
