Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
JT follows behind me. I sit on the couch. “Kneel between my legs.”
“Yes, Sir.” He settles down and looks up at me.
“What were you thinking when you were pacing outside?”
He frowns, and I can tell that’s not what he expected me to ask. “Um…well, I was debating if I should come to the door early or not. Was it disobeying you if I came straight to your house? Or would arriving early show you how much I want to be good for you?”
That easily, my cock twitches. Just that simple reply gets a reaction from me, and I’m still trying to work through why that is. I’ve done this too many times to count, yet I almost feel like a newbie with JT.
“How about if we agree on a five-minute leeway if we do this again? You’re allowed to arrive no more than five minutes early, but you can’t be late at all. It pleases me that you’re so excited to give yourself to me, but I don’t accept lateness. Unless it’s an emergency or unavoidable, that tells me you don’t respect my time. If you’re late, you get punished.” Why am I speaking to him as if it’s guaranteed this will happen again? It’s supposed to be a one-time thing.
JT grins, and I chuckle.
“Do you like the idea of being punished?”
“I do, which is…odd. I don’t like anyone having that kind of say over me in any other aspect of my life, but I want it here. I want punishment if I misbehave or do the wrong thing, but I also want spankings for fun.”
My fingers twitch to do exactly that. To strip him out of his clothes, pull him over my knees, and give him a red ass right now. “Have you been spanked bare-handed before?”
“Yes. Once by a Dom, and once by Reggie, my friend and roommate. We’ve fucked around sometimes. He tried it for me, but it wasn’t his thing. He felt weird doing it.”
“Is he a Dom?” I ask, curious because I didn’t get that impression from things he’s said about Reggie before.
“No, that’s why he felt weird, so I didn’t ask him again.”
“Do you still fuck?” I’m not jealous. That’s not really me, but I’m curious.
“Sometimes, unless you don’t want me to. Well, we don’t typically fuck. Mostly we jerk each other off, since we both lean toward being bottoms. Neither of us likes to top all that much.”
I nod, reaching out to run my fingers through his hair. “If we continue this, I don’t want you with anyone other than me and maybe him. But you have to ask me first because your orgasms will belong to me. I decide when you have them and when you don’t. So if I’m not available and you want to come, maybe I’ll let you have him and maybe I won’t. Is that a limit for you?”
When my hand slides down his face to his cheek, JT nuzzles into it. “No. God no. It’s hot as hell.”
Warmth spreads through my chest. “Good boy. I’d also like both of us to get tested just in case.” When he nods, I continue. “What are your limits?”
“I don’t know, really. No blood. I want discipline, like I said… I like the idea of you telling me things to do even when we aren’t together—as long as it’s not about things like my job or school or—”
“That’s off-limits. You never have to worry about that from me. Those parts of your life are your own.”
I see his muscles relax, the tension releasing.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You make good choices, JT. You’re living your life the way you want. I love John, but I don’t agree with him in that.”
He nods, the relief clear in his eyes. “Thank you, Sir. I appreciate that, but can we not talk about him when we’re like this? Not in the middle of a scene.”
I nod. Talking about my best friend is the last thing I want right now.
“Praise?” I ask. We went over some of this online, but I want to set boundaries before we begin.
“Yes, please.” He grins.
“Humiliation?” Again, that worked when we didn’t know who the other was, but I won’t risk that something has changed. We’re in new territory together, and I can’t ignore the fear of getting this wrong. It’s something a Dom never wants to do, and that worry is even stronger when the sub is JT.
“Yes, please,” he says again, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“Slapping?”
“Who doesn’t like slapping?”
That pulls another laugh from me. “Many people, pet. Spit?” JT opens his mouth as if anticipating it, and I swear I nearly come in my pants right then. I hook my finger beneath his chin and close his mouth. “That’s not an answer.”
“I’ve never done it before, but the idea of it with you is really fucking hot.”