He licks his lips then nods, eager to agree. So sweetly submissive. I won’t lie and say I’m happy to have stopped our playtime, but it’s a must for right now. Telling my cock that though only seems to make it more eager.
“I want you to make one friend at work. Invite them out for lunch, or even to come here and hang out. Maybe not in my playroom though,” I playfully tell him.
He looks confused for a second, his brow furrowing as he chews his lower lip.
“Not sure what the homework was going to be, but definitely didn’t think it would be that,” he says, still confused.
“Jamie, you’ve been here three years. You have been on your own in a city that is unforgiving. I bet some of those colleagues want to be your friend, but you haven’t given them the chance yet. Am I right?”
“Ugh, why are you so right about everything,” he says with an eye roll.
“You roll your eyes at me once more, Jamie, and I’m adding a restrained spanking with a paddle to my to-do list when we resume playtime,” I warn.
He gasps. His cheeks blushing pink, pupils dilating as he takes in my threat.
“Fine, I will do your homework, Mr Bossy,” he teases, sticking his tongue out before collecting the dishes and taking them to the sink.
Brat, I think as I smile, watching his peachy butt sway as he bends for the dishwasher.
Chapter 17
Jamie
Boredom. All-consuming as I watch the ceiling from my snug bed.
It’s been two weeks since I got to Arnie’s home and without my coursework, dancing or even a visit to the campus coffee stand, I am so goddamn bored.
Arnie has been at work, which means I’m alone in his house for over 8 hours a day. Which is a good thing, given that every time I lay eyes on him, I want him to mount me or vice versa. I’ve never been so horny in all my life. My insides fizzle around him, my cock hyperaware of every movement he makes. It’s a shame he locks his playroom, or I would have had some solo sessions in there with all this free time.
I consider my options for the afternoon, but having already binged episodes ofBuffyall morning and then some nosing around Arnie’s garden to see what he grows; I was all but out of ideas that didn’t include my dick.
I think of the homework Arnie set out for me. Some guys at Cheeks have been so kind to me. They frequently ask me for drinks after work or when we know we have a free night, but I had always assumed it was them just being nice and not actually wanting to sit in my company.
There are five dancers, including me. I guess I could go in before the shift starts tonight and maybe speak with them and befriendly. I just hope they haven’t given up hope on me becoming friends with them yet.
Then, a filthy thought comes thundering to the forefront of my brain as I finger the orange sheets on the bed. I wonder.
Arnie insisted on no scenes, which he has rigidly stuck to. But he said nothing about not seducing or flirting with him.
I jump up and rifle through my clothes, getting ready and shooting off a text to Beau to let him know I’ll be coming in tonight. He asks if I’m sure, but I am so fed up of watching Sarah Michelle Gellar kick vampire butt and usually, I could watch that cheesy shit all day.
I text Arnie letting him know I’d left for work to get a start on my homework. A tiny part of me hoping he will be proud of my initiative and I go ahead with my plan by offering him to meet me there after he finishes up at the uni for a drink. He doesn’t respond straight away, but I head out the door and to the bus stop without waiting.
I want to prove to him I am ready for something again. That I want another scene. Let him tell me what to do and guide me so I can learn to please him. I’d dance for him, let him spank me. Hell, if it meant tasting him again, I’d do anything.
Despite a lingering sense of unease about Jed, I’m determined not to let fear paralyze me. I sent Christian a voice message about it all once I’d had a couple of days to recuperate first. He responded that he would see if he could get any information out of our mom without her finding out he had been in contact with me. I owe him a lot for keeping my location a secret from her. He didn’t have to get in the middle of all my shit, but he did. It makes me sad I haven’t seen him for so long, but I know how busy his life is. It was my choice to run and stay miles away, so I've never held anything against him.
With Arnie’s support, I've felt a massive weight lift from my shoulders over the situation. He pulls out a strength in me I didn’t know I had.
Just having him take over the stuff that had me in a chokehold made me feel lighter. Shouldn’t I want to be an adult and take care of my own mess?
I didn’t want him thinking I was taking advantage of his kindness since I barely fought him on it when he offered to do it all. But Arnie just makes me feel safe and cared for. It’s his fault for making me like this, and I’ll tell him that to his face if he ever brings it up.
I hop off the bus with a renewed spring in my step from thinking of all the ways Arnie has helped me this past month.
I've decided to get to Cheeks a few hours before opening to chat with the dancers. They go early and bring snacks or games. I’m usually running late or avoiding them. So they don’t find out how pathetic I am in the real world beyond the pole.
But Arnie was right. I’ve been here three years, and I need to open myself up to friendships and new things if I ever want to be the best version of myself.
