Seems Mr.KinkyPantshas a soul after all. Maybe I don’t have to keep my guard up around him as much as I thought.
Chapter 11
Arnie
Our session was supposed to continue after dinner in the attic room, but after seeing Jamie’s facial reaction to realising what kind of Dom I might be, it was too much in one day.
He hasn’t opened up much since we met, but I don’t blame him. I think back to my monologue about being paid and him being nothing but a tutoring job, and I cringe.
I’m not even being paid for this! I’m such a douche.
Working on my people skills has always been a flaw, but it’s not normally me that points it out to myself.
I have a theory why Jamie ran from home to come to university across the other side of the country. It leaves me shaking, my jaw clenched as I picture unwanted hands on such a precious soul.
I made him a hot chocolate and wrapped him in a blanket before going back to my office briefly to get myself under control and have a minute to breathe.
I’m not sure what Jamie is doing to me, but I have this fire within me to protect him so fiercely the more I get to know him. Suddenly, it’s making me second guess my ability to get him to the finish line with his class work and life goals.
I want to help him in ways I have helped no other student of mine, whether when it’s a sub or an academic one.
I’m gone about 20 minutes when I come back, and Jamie has finished his drink, his eyelids are heavy with sleep.
He must feel exhausted after completing his first-ever scene. He did so well, and I could tell he wasn’t expecting it to be what it was.
Yes, I like to tie people down and punish them until they are sobbing with relief in a typical kink setting. I’m covered in heavy black work tattoos, an oversized physique, and intimidating. But that’s not all I am. I breathe out and make my way over to him. We can restart his sessions next week.
“Jamie let’s get you to bed. You told me you have an early meeting at work, so you need to sleep your first scene off.”
I keep my voice low and calm as I approach him and take away the blanket, prepared to lift him if I must. He grabs my wrist and tells me no in a sleepy whine.
Giving in, because that’s what I do now with Jamie, apparently. I slid onto the loveseat behind him, planning to lie on my back until he is asleep, then escape. But Jamie has other plans as he grabs my wrist again. He pulls it over him like a blanket, then cards his fingers through mine and keeps them like that against his stomach. Behind him, his action compels me to roll to my side. His breathing evens out again, so I press my chest to his back. His large body is much smaller in my arms. I’m not sure what to do as I’m not a snuggling person, but Jamie makes me want to. I inhale against his neck and whisper that he’s okay, that he’s safe here, and within minutes, he’s snoring lightly against me.
Boundaries, that’s what we need. Set those tomorrow, but for now, I inch closer and let my eyes fall shut. What’s one rule broken?
***
I wake before the sun is up; my eyes immediately fall on Jamie. He is still curled up under the blanket. He looks young, peaceful. I revel because despite how things started between us; he seems to see me as trustworthy and my home a safe space for him. Slowly, I brush my fingertips against his bare arm. Trailing lines of soothing comfort on his shoulder, his back then gliding them lightly up and down his back and ass. Is this what it’s like for Mags? To wake up with someone and see the sun brighter every morning? To bask in the other’s scent, or their warmth? Could I have that with this young man in my arms?
Rolling over, I get up and head to my room. I shower in my ensuite and change quickly before heading to the kitchen to make us breakfast. Jamie needs serious sustenance. I do not know how he has the energy for all that dancing when he eats very little.
It’s not long before I hear footsteps, and he appears all ruffled and in that tight white jockstrap.
Jamie in the morning is my new favourite version of him. Sleep lines decorate one side of his face, and his hair needs serious styling, but it’s just adorable. He’s rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the heels of his palms as he pads over and takes a sip of my coffee on the island.
“You can have your own, you know.”
He quirks an eyebrow at me, a cheeky look on his face.
“Where is the fun in that, A?”
He takes another sip, and I reach forward, swiping the mug from him. I hand over a fresh one.
“Bratty this morning, Jamie. And a new nickname for me? I’m flattered. That must have been some scene we did yesterday.”
He doesn’t entertain my sass, though. Instead, sticking his tongue out at me before drinking his coffee, but I see the pink hue on the tips of his ears, regardless.
“I need to leave around 9ish. Sorry for falling asleep last night. I didn’t realise how much of what we did exhausted me.”
