Page 39 of A Haunting at Keystone Manor

“Okay, thank you for telling me. No restraints, no choking or hair pulling, no bottoming. And listen to me Jake, look at my face. Good. If there is anything you don’t want to do at any time, tell me and we stop immediately. No question. Even if we’re in the middle of it.”

I nod.

“Say ‘yes, sir.’”

I smirk. “I’m not calling you sir, brat.”

He narrows his gaze. “How do you feel about spanking?”

“No spanking. Unless it’s me taking you over a knee.”

“Ooh, he’s got jokes. Ok, no spanking. Got it. Anything else?” I shake my head. He pauses and gets a faraway look in his eyes that most likely spells trouble. “Can I put a leash on you and walk you like a dog?”

“I’m not going to dignify that with a reply,” I say, trying not to laugh. “I do have one more limit. Don’t treat me like I’m fragile, please. I really do want to do this, and I feel silly enough that you have to be so careful with me.”

“Babe… Can I call you babe? You’re not silly. This is what having limits is for, so we both have a good time. As your dominant, it’s my job to ensure that.”

I roll my eyes, but before I can reply and tell him this is not that kind of relationship, he powers on. “So, as your Dom, I will not choke you, tie you up or pull your hair.” He sighs. “No spanking either. You have my word about that. I have a few limits too. First, don’t call me daddy. I prefer sir. Second, don’t tickle my feet. Third, I’m not into watersports so you don’t get to pee on me. I don’t consent to that. I’m not going to pee on you either.”

“Got it.”

“Can I kiss you now?” he asks as he places a hand on the side of my neck. I nod.

“Words, babe.”

“Yes,” I breathe. He presses his lips to mine, keeping the kiss soft and sweet.

“Good, now take off your clothes. I’m going to ravish you.” He stands up and peels off his shirt, flinging it across the room. His pants go next, along with his shoes and socks. Soon, he’s standing in front of me in nothing but his boxers. “Like what you see?” He pops a hip.

“Very much.” I follow his lead and strip out of my clothing before I talk myself out of it. His eyes peruse my body and he licks his lips. Standing naked in front of him is terrifying, but I like that he likes my body.

“You’re a fine specimen, Jake. How often did you work out when you were alive?”

“Enough for me to be able to do this.” I close the distance between us and pick him up. He squeaks as he wraps his legs around my waist and arms around my neck, leaning in for another kiss. I kiss him softly before shoving my tongue in his mouth for once. He lets me lead for a minute before taking control of the kiss, and I walk him back over to the bed.

Chapter nineteen

First Times

Alex

Jake lays me gently on the bed and hovers above me on his hands and knees, the look he’s giving me making me blush under his gaze. He leans down and kisses me again, holding his weight off of me carefully, but I want him to crush me into the bed, ride me hard and put me away wet. I love how easy it is for him to carry me around. I wish he would do it all the time. I’d spend every day wrapped around him like a koala. Thoughts of riding him around the manor like a horse overtake me for a second, but he snaps me out of it by squeezing one of my nipples. “Ow!”

He smirks and runs a hand down my chest before resting his fingers on the waistband of my boxers, not pulling them down yet. He wants permission.

“Can I?” he asks.

“Always. You don’t even have to ask, do whatever you want to me,” I say, and I mean it. There is nothing better than his hands on my body, and I’ll take anything he wants to give me. Except for the pee.

His expression is serious as he studies my face. “I will always ask,” he says.

“Okay,” I say, my voice barely a whisper. “Touch me.”

He wastes no time pulling my boxers off and throwing them over his shoulder. I don’t see where they land, and at the moment I don’t care.

He wraps a hand around my cock and strokes me gently. I’m already hard for him, and if he keeps it up, I’m going to come.

“Jake,” I whine. “More.”