With that, I waltz out the door and close it behind me. I head back to the kitchen to make myself a coffee. I perch on the stool I was on before, and from here I can see the bathroom door straight down the hall.
Goosebumps cover my flesh as I relish the thought of what Jamie is going to do for me next. I hope he’s ready.
Chapter 8
Jamie
I am no match for Arnie. His sexual confidence blows my mind. For some reason, that turns me on more than when we first met. All I knew about him was that he was grumpy, yet electrifyingly sexy.
I clamber into the large walk-in shower and use the rubber bulb he gave me. Never having used one before, I struggle to get the right angle. I can’t even ask the internet because I locked my phone away. Why did he offer to help with this? It seems so intimate. I don’t think I was even that well acquainted with my butthole until today.
I dry myself off, and that’s when I notice the clothing he has left for me.
A white cotton jockstrap sits neatly folded, waiting for me. No other clothes in sight apart from my soaked ones now in the hamper. I scan the room, thinking I must be mistaken; alas, I’m not.
I picture myself wandering around Arnie’s home in nothing but a jockstrap. I’m hard as the pole I dance on, and in serious need of release from the tension building inside of me since I arrived. I want to hold off to see what he will do with me, though, so I will my erection to go away.
I put on the jockstrap, and it’s tight against my groin. I groan softly and rub myself up against the sink so get some friction. It’s at that moment that Arnie suddenly appears in the doorway,holding on to the doorframe above with his two massive, inked paws.
He is still shirtless, and his sweats have fallen outrageously lower than before. The outline of something my body wants is jutting out slightly from them, in its relaxed state.
“Jamie, are you horny?” I snap my attention back to him, hoping he hadn’t caught me almost panting like a dog.
He chuckles, watching me still up against the sink. I stumble slightly to move myself away, but that just worsens it, considering his eyes have now zoned in on my crotch and there’s no mistaking the reason.
“Hmm. Jamie, you’re just full of big surprises,” he insinuates, licking his lips, his eyes meeting mines now as he pumps his eyebrows at me.
My whole body is red, and not from the heat of the shower. If he keeps staring at me like that, I’ll never get myself under control.
Thankfully, he turns and instructs me to follow him. I leave the bathroom, a cool breeze hits me, and I relax a little. I want this; I’m eager to explore this possible new side to myself, but also, I intend to change the way I’ve been living my life.
It sounds so dramatic, but I just want to feel free, like I used to when I first came here to study. Carefree and full of excitement to start over and find my true self. Find an accepting community and be happy at last.
He leads me back through to the kitchen, turning onto a narrow staircase. We arrive on the landing, where he guides me through the first door on the left.
I half expected a kinky cave adorned with whips and chains on its walls, but it’s just an office. Clean and organised. There’s a desk in the middle of the room, large and dominant, just like its owner. To one side is a compact desk, like a child’s one. My university books sit on top.
“Come in, Jamie, and let’s get started. I have some TA work to do today, even though it’s Saturday. I’ve been busy this week organising my schedule around you, so you will have to do your own work alone for a bit. That desk is for you. I want you to get comfortable on that cushion and get started on some studying. I’ll give you a quiz in an hour, and we will take it from there.”
With that, he moves around me to get to his desk and makes himself comfortable, putting on his computer and looking over some paperwork. He looks up at me and then at the desk, his instructions clear.
Getting the message, I make my way over to the cushion and cross my legs as I plop down into it. He’s laid out a scientific calculator and a pencil case full of rulers of all sizes, pens, pencils, and erasers. There are even highlighters in here, all new. I look up at him briefly, but he’s working away, ignoring me.
I sit for a moment to get my bearings, trying to get into the zone to do an hour of calculations. I’m worried that I’ll be too turned on from basically being naked in my hot tutor’s office, sitting on the floor waiting for him to grace me with any sort of attention, but once I open the first textbook, I zone in immediately, and before I know it, Arnie is calling my name.
I blink up at him, and he’s watching me intensely.
“Underneath your textbooks, there should be a quiz. I’ll give you the same amount of time that Simmons usually gives to complete this, and then you can hand it to me for marking. Understood?”
Why is his tutor’s voice so alluring? I want to crawl into his lap and lick at him like a kitten wanting attention. No, math equations. Quit thinking of Arnie like a piece of meat. He emphasized that sometimes these sessions aren’t sexual. For all I know, he just wants some eye candy when he was working. I take a deep breath before starting the paper in front of me.
I take all the time given, taking special care to triple check my work. It wasn’t so much the questions that I got confused and failed on. It was more the layout of the equations I had to write. I would miss brackets here and there and lose marks for carelessness. But this time, knowing Arnie will punish me, I check my work over and over before handing it to him.
I sweat a little as I watch him scrutinising my work. He’s going through it with a red pen, and it just adds another layer to my confusing hunger for him. I listen to the scratch of the pen, marking me, picking my work apart.
It’s insane that he’s barely checked me out or even laid hands on me. I thought he had been giving me signals that he liked what he saw. Wasn’t there a reason he had me clean myself? Maybe I was wrong. What would I even want from him anyway? I was inexperienced when it came to men. I was even less so with kink; despite the questionnaires and online research I had done.
Finally, he places the pen back on the desk and looks over at me with those stunning ocean eyes, rimmed with long black lashes.
