He sometimes sits at night and lets me feed him, always wearing those jockstraps with a t-shirt that’s drowning him. There are times I wonder if he’s teasing me on purpose or if he genuinely doesn’t realise just how sexy he is.
We haven’t kissed or touched in any other way, but I catch myself looking at his lips when I feed him from my plate. Wondering if he’ll let me taste them again someday.
It’s clear we have intense sexual tension, but our start in all of this has been so aberrant that when all the theatrics with his stepdad are done and dusted, he will ask to go back to the dorms and end our agreement. So much has happened since that first scene that I’m not sure we can go back to a D/s dynamic based on the original agreement.
I still want to help him, especially if he wishes to continue, but I realise now that I want more. To have him in my bed, something that I’ve never done when I met lost boys at Nyctra who needed guidance and correction. I didn’t even know that could be something I could navigate around being a Dom. But with Jamie, I’d make it work.
I’m pulled from my thoughts when Jamie slides his hands to my hips, mirroring me. His breaths are choppy, and his face is so close that I could steal a kiss, and I don’t think he would even mind.
“Come with me to Room 4. I have a surprise for you,” he says, all hushed like it’s a secret.
“And what will we do in there, Jamie?” I ask, teasing him. He blushes, and I can see it even under the dimmed lights of the bar.
“Finish your drink. Josh will show you where to go.” I groan before he stalks off into the throng of people in front of the bar, confident that he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
“Better drink up before the ice melts,” Josh says with a grin before going back to serving a group of women on a bachelorette party.
Taking in my surroundings, I sip my drink slowly as I wait. But really, I’m nervous. I don’t allow others to take the lead, not anymore, and especially not someone who is supposed to be mysub. Allowing control like this never ends well; I know from past experiences, and it’s why I don’t keep subs for long.
I push those thoughts aside, too eager to see him in whatever capacity he has planned. That sends a thrill right through me. The thought of him here, planning something for me, keen to show off for me. Maybe I’m okay giving up a little of my control if it’s seeing Jamie in his element, and especially so if it’s private, just for me.
Josh waves me over to the end of the bar. Seems his shift has ended as he leads me down a dark hallway, dimly lit with warm red lights along the top of the doors.
We get to the room with a glittery four on the door. Josh waves before taking off and going into room seven. I pat down my chest to get any wrinkles out, and then with a twinkle in my eyes, I push open the door, ready for whatever my boy has for me on the other side.
Chapter 19
Jamie
I wait nervously for Arnie in room four. My henna looks spectacular, thank you, Raj! And my orange lace jock is sitting nice and snug against my skin.
The music is all set up, and the lighting is set to a sunset mix of orange and red. I hope Arnie enjoys this as much as I will. He looked so unbelievably sexy in his black henley; the buttons undone at the top so you could see the intricate black lines of his tattoos that are slightly hidden by the cluster of thick black hair that sits on his chest.
Rocking a semi that’s obvious from the moon, I check the time. We have about 30 minutes before Beau tells me to get out or get back to work. As understanding as my boss is, time is still money, and this room makes heaps of it on a Thursday night.
Swaying to the soft music that fills the overhead speakers, I lazily hold the pole that’s in the centre of the room. I let myself twist around it, lost to the sensual rhythm. The circular room also hosts a black sofa that goes right around the room, with a chaise longue sitting near the pole. For those looking for something more intimate.
I rarely do private dances unless I need the money. Not that there’s anything wrong with it, but I typically make enough from the main stage that I can go home, curl up and eat ramen instead of staying late. I slide my fingers through my hair, eyes closed as I think of Arnie and tonight’s potential.
The door clicks softly open. Arnie takes in the scene, me at the centre of the room in his favourite colour. He almost charges towards me, and for a second, I get giddy over the assumption that he is about to kiss me. He doesn’t, though. Instead, he seems to regain control over whatever was going on in his head when he first entered the room and laid those baby blues on me. Stopping in front of me, he takes me in from head to toe. My makeup to match the underwear, my glittered body, the henna. I can see he’s hard even in the sunset lighting, and it gives me the extra confidence I had lost from nerves over tonight.
“Come sit, I have some rules for you, and then we can start,” I assert over the music. He hears me and takes a seat, his thick thighs falling open, and it makes me laugh a little. How is this huge, masculine guy into me?
“Come here,” he all but growls at me, his hand out to me.
“R... rules first.” He is so naturally alluring that I instinctively step forward, but I stop myself before he can grab me.
“Thought that was my line,” he quips, but his face remains intensely on me.
“Have you ever had a private dance before, A?” I ask as I bite my bottom lip and watch him through my lashes. It felt fun to flirt with him. Despite never having been with a man or even flirting with one, it feels so natural to do it with him. He shakes his head, his eyes on my lips, licking his own before returning his gaze to mine.
“There are cameras in here. My boss knows it’s you who’s in here and has ever so kindly given permission if you would like to touch me during my set; however, no hanky-panky, unfortunately.” I pout at the last part, but since we haven’t done anything since that one kiss over a month ago, I don’t have my hopes up for much else besides some sexy, PG fun.
Arnie’s breath hitches, eyes flared, and he smirks at me like the devil himself. I squirm under his gaze, even though I thrive on it as well.
“And what did I do to deserve such a high honour?”
I go to him slowly, swaying my hips, knowing he’s watching. His body betraying him as he leans towards me, lust in his eyes.
