I stride over and engulf him. He reeks of arousal and lime. My large, tattooed hand rests against his blank, milky skin. Gripping his chin, I kiss him before speaking.
“You did nothing wrong with Freddie. I have a confession for you, though, blondie. I hope you won’t be too mad at me, Simmons, or Freddie.”
“I don’t understand…” he trails off, but I silence him with another chaste kiss. This time I lick into his hot mouth, sucking on his spongy tongue. He melts a little, and I steady him with my hands on his hips.
“I had a meeting with Simmons today. Seemed I was in a… playful mood. I asked him to get Freddie to work his bratty magic and see if he could make you misbehave for me,” I confess, watching his expression.
“And… the silence kink. We haven’t played with it yet. I know it was on your updated kink list. After we spoke about our… monogamy or lack thereof, I thought maybe you’d like to try it. I’m sorry if taking the choice away from you felt wrong — I was feeling playful when I left this morning.”
Jamie’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, chest rising and falling slightly. The kitchen surrounds us; dishes and baking ingredients are sprinkled across the counters.
“Well… I guess I’m not mad. Not when you three were thinking of me and how you could contribute to my curiousexploration with kinks. I am, however, a little peeved that Freddie got me so turned on with just a latex sock and some eyeliner.”
I chuckle softly, pressing my lips to his again, hand resting at the nape of his neck.
“Colour? Then rules,” I say, letting the anticipation hang between us.
He stares at me, black engulfing his grey eyes. I want to tell him about Saturday, his way of revenge on Freddie, but not right now.
“Green,” he whispers, voice barely audible. “Fuck, why is this so hot? I love your attention, your voice. Is something wrong with me?”
“Rules,” I repeat. “The scene will last from when I come back to the kitchen through dinner. Red means stop; yellow means slow down. You can ask me to write something down, but I may ignore the request. I’m okay with you using me any way you wish, but remember this is a punishment. My sexual attention might not be what you want if my physical or mental attention isn’t on you. I may leave things around for you to find. It’s up to you to figure out what I want and when. You can speak to me, but I won’t respond with speech. Any questions before we start?”
Jamie looks around the room, then back at me. Thoughts race behind his pretty eyes. Finally, he straightens, ready for whatever I’m about to throw at him.
I wait. Really wait. Not filling the space, not prompting. His breathing shifts, shallow at first, then slower, his body tuning to mine. The silence itself becomes a new player in the room. Every heartbeat seems louder than it should; every twitch noticeable.
He nods again, uncertainty flickering, not fear, just awareness. Silence wasn’t about not being heard. It was about not knowing. About reading my face, feeling my body, learning how loud his thoughts could get when I refused to answer.
I step close enough that he has to tilt his head back slightly to look at me. Not touching him. Not speaking. Just letting the silence stretch until his pulse jumped under his skin.
Finally, breaking the tension, he asks, “Do you like key lime pie?” Without bothering to stop myself, I burst out laughing, nodding as I throw a wave over my shoulder. I head for the shower, ready to take on the kink of silence with my submissive, sexy boyfriend.
Chapter 38
Jamie
I should have been angry. I know I should have. He manipulated me so that he could punish me.
He told Simmons he wanted to find a reason for it too, which meant Freddie knew about their scheme when he called, the little demon. We would have words when I saw him Saturday night. Since Arnie, apparently, had arranged for us to see the duo.
Arnie left 20 minutes ago, getting ready to give this new kink a go on my behalf. I couldn’t help but feel gratitude in place of annoyance after what they did to me. It’s clear they care. Arnie wants to push my boundaries, as he warned me about when we first met.
To try new things, have less fear and more doing. While silence wasn’t a kink many people wrote or talked about, the few times I read about it online, it had me hard in my tight jock, leaking a sinful amount. Once, I’d even gone in search of Arnie to beg him to get me off.
I want to serve him, beg for his attention. Do whatever I have to if it gets him to touch me, kiss me, allow me to hear his deep, growling voice directed at me again. I want praise. I crave it from him so badly that my skin itches at the mere thought of losing it.
He was right about the sexual side of things tonight. I could make him fuck my face or turn it on him and fuck his face instead. I could push his chest down, ass up, and fuck him forthe first time before licking him clean. The list was endless, but without Arnie there sending praise or guidance my way, I wouldn’t enjoy it half as much. Didn’t stop me being half-hard as I clean the mess in the kitchen while waiting for his reappearance.
Dinner is being plated when he comes back through. His hair wet from the shower; low hanging sweats eat up his thick legs and ass. He is bare-chested, the way he knows I like him. I’m almost drooling when he slaps a pad and pen in front of me.
“Oh, thanks,” I respond immediately.
Idiot! He’s not gonna say anything!
He goes to the dining table, pulling out a seat to get comfortable. It’s not the seat he usually sits in that I prepare for him, though. It irks me a little, but I get it; he’s telling me we aren’tweright now.
I move his water, cutlery, and napkin to where he now sits. He’s tapping his fingers on the wood, almost as if he wants me to hurry. Taking it as a response, I run off to serve the meal, returning with a filled plate that’s steaming with contents.
