by Luna, David
“Are you nervous anymore?”
For a second, Jamie tensed. He’d forgotten. He’d been so damn nervous before he was cuddled and groped—in public—by Ronan. Jamie wanted to grumble at him but warmth spread through him. What at first seemed like selfish teasing was really something Ronan had done to take Jamie’s mind off his nervousness. Not that Jamie believed for a second that Ronan hadn’t gotten something out of it, but he knew that was secondary to Ronan’s original goal.
“Thank you, Sir,” Jamie replied softly. He still felt odd calling Ronan that outside of a scene, but there were moments, like this one, where it felt so damn right. He pushed his weirdness about it aside and used it because it was perfect, and Ronan deserved to hear it. That word meant something between them, and Jamie wanted that. He wanted Ronan.
Ronan petted his hair with one hand and wrapped the other around Jamie’s waist, squeezing before he replied just as quietly as Jamie had, “You are welcome, my beautiful boy.”
Within minutes, they were composed once again, walking hand in hand to the entrance of the restaurant. Jamie walked in calmer than he’d been in the car, and with each new person that approached them, he was able to relax a bit more.
Ronan was right. Speaking wasn’t necessary.
In the private room that was off the back of the restaurant and hidden away behind large mahogany doors, they sat at one of the round tables. Jamie had been aware of eyes on them as they had walked in but ignored them. It was, most likely, because he was new.
Ronan reached over, placing his hand on Jamie’s knee. “How are you doing, Jamie?”
Jamie smiled at him. He was beyond grateful for the attention and care Ronan had showed him all day…even if his balls hurt because of some of that attention. “I’m good. It’s not as bad as I thought it’d be.” Jamie stopped, thinking back to some of the conversations he’d overheard already that day. Yeah, it was weird to hear people talk so openly about the intimate things they did together and with others, but it had been eye-opening.
Everyone seemed to know and respect Ronan. And, really, that hadn’t surprised Jamie. As often as the man had his scenes at the office—and the ones at others’ homes—it made Jamie feel like one lucky guy. He found someone safe to explore a new side of himself with. Someone who clearly wanted what was best for Jamie in the long run.
Lost in thought and people watching, he was startled out of his reverie by Ronan’s calm voice. “Hey, boy. You awake in there?”
When Jamie looked over, the smile Ronan wore was of genuine happiness. That was when Jamie noticed that they had company. Or rather new company, as the other people who’d been at the table left.
This couple he knew. Geoff and Misha. The couple who had been with Ronan when Jamie had watched the first time he’d snuck in. And now he faced them, not knowing what to say. Jamie knew Ronan had informed them of his perving on them. He’d had no choice because as Ronan had said, “They trust me, and part of that trust is that I create a safe place for them to play. I cannot violate that trust.”
Jamie got that. It didn’t make a bit of difference to his now full-fledged embarrassment that they knew he’d watched them. And they both probably know I know they know.
God, this shit made his head hurt.
Jamie reached out his hand toward Geoff first. “Hi, it’s nice to meet you.”
“You too, Jamie. Ronan speaks highly of you.”
Jamie then reached out to Misha, but before Jamie could greet him as he did Geoff, Misha jumped in, grabbing his hand, and speaking animatedly and fast. “It is so lovely to meet the boy who caught our Ronan’s eye. You are gorgeous and look at that hair. It’s just perfect. Can I hug you?” Jamie considered himself a hugger, and Misha seemed sweet. But before Jamie could say yes, Misha let go of his hand and wrapped him tightly in his thin but freakishly strong arms.
“Misha, boy, let go of him.” Geoff did something to make Misha yelp, then Jamie was released from the happy guy’s arms. “What have I told you about needing permission before initiating physical contact with others?”
Misha looked contrite, but his smile was still firmly in place, if only a little dimmed from the reprimand. “That I need to ask and then wait, and if I struggle with waiting, stop and count to ten in my head to give them time to answer, Sir.” He turned to Jamie without prompting from Geoff. “I’m sorry. I get a little excited sometimes. I’m just so happy to know Ronan has someone. He deserves it.”
Jamie nodded, ignoring the last part since he wasn’t sure how to respond, but his heart warmed from the statement. He smiled then replied, “It’s okay. I’m a hugger anyway.” That apparently made Misha happy because, once again, Misha was hugging him. Jamie laughed.
He found himself relaxing. Misha made it hard to focus on anything other than the conversation he drew you into. They sat and talked, and Misha told Jamie about his schooling. Geoff and Ronan were having their own whispered conversation. Jamie was slightly curious as to what it was about but refused to pry.
Geoff and Misha stayed with them for another hour before having to leave for another appointment that day. Jamie hugged Misha, and they ended up exchanging phone numbers. Misha had whispered before they walked away, “If you ever need someone not of the big, bad Dom persuasion, just give me a call, and we can chat.”
They ate an Italian family-style meal that was served while the talk around the table turned to sports and Jamie zoned out. The day hadn’t been as bad as he’d thought it would be. It’d actually been fun. The Italian food was delicious. Jamie felt a little more at ease to sit and listen—though slightly embarrassed—while everyone around him talked about scenes they’d done or watched. He was in awe, but most of what was talked about was way out of his league. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t take some notes on his phone to research later.
Jamie looked over at Ronan to his left, staring at his face as he talked animatedly to Jeremiah Wolf, the guy with the two pups who Jamie met at the office when he’d first started. Ronan was amazing. His smile brightened some small part of Jamie’s heart.
Jamie knew he was in deep, falling fast and hard for the most unlikely of men. Watching Jeremiah interact with Mikey and Robbie as they all sat around the same table, Jamie wanted that. The affection and care Jeremiah had for those two was tangible. There was some strife. From what Ronan explained, Robbie was a new pup to the family as opposed to Mikey, who had had his master’s sole attention for a long time. But even with that, Jamie could see the love there…the control and the desire that both pups had for their master. Jamie wanted that. And he knew he wanted that with Ronan.
Now, he just had to hope he could hold on to it.
RONAN
Jamie, presumably having finished his closing routine, stood in the doorway to Ronan’s office. One look at his face made him realize just how nervous Jamie was. Their guests would be arriving in roughly ten minutes, which gave Ronan time to help Jamie calm down. Ronan beckoned him over, and he came without question, nervously biting his lip. Ronan pulled him to stand in front of his chair and stood so their bodies were brushing together, causing Jamie to shiver.
Ronan motioned to Jamie to lift up and sit on the desk, moving to stand between his legs. He gripped Jamie’s face in his palms and kissed him softly. When he pulled back, Jamie let out a pent-up breath and let his body relax. “I know this is a big step for you. You’ve watched several scenes I’ve done with friends from the outside looking in.”
“I’m being silly.”
“You aren’t being silly at all. This is the first time you’ll participate in any capacity, even if you’ll basically just be there to bring in fake test results and stand in the room observing. I’m really proud of you for taking this step.”
The boy brightened at that. “Yeah?”
“Definitely. It’ll feel good to me to have you in the room and will definitely turn me on. Even more so knowing you’re watching the scene but aren’t allowed to come.”
Jamie moane
d. “Are you sure I can’t come? I mean, I can do it again when we get home after a bit of recovery time.”
Ronan smirked. “You know what my answer is. I want you desperate, dripping precome, and hard as a rock when they leave. No one else gets to enjoy your orgasms. They’re mine alone.”
Jamie blushed but smiled, obviously liking his possessiveness. “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s my good boy. How are you feeling about the scene itself?”
“Good, I guess. It doesn’t make sense to me why the submissive likes it, but people probably wouldn’t understand why I like to watch you so much.”
“That’s right. And he doesn’t get off on the feminization. It’s the humiliation he gets off on. With this couple, the Dom chooses their scene and what the humiliation will be. The only clue the submissive is given is what he’s forced to wear. I don’t even know the script Knox is going with tonight. We’ll find out soon enough.”
Jamie took a deep breath and let it out. “Okay. I can do this, Sir. I promise. I won’t let you down.”
“Oh baby, I have absolutely no worries about that. I just want to make sure you’re ready and that this is what you want.”
Jamie nodded. “It is. Most of the time, I want to be at more of a distance, but I like the idea of being your nurse in the scene.”
Ronan was about to respond when the front doorbell rang. He cupped Jamie’s face again and asked, “You ready, boy?”
With much more enthusiasm than he’d walked in the room with, Jamie nodded and hopped down off the desk. Ronan couldn’t help but lean down and kiss him again. He clasped his hand and led him to the waiting room, opening the door to his friends, Zachary and Knox. The sub, Zach…wearing a trench coat to hide most of what he’d been ordered to wear…still looked beautiful in patent leather, baby-doll heels, white, lace-ruffled socks, perfect makeup with soft pink lips, and his auburn hair styled in a feminine pixie cut.
Knowing his friend would make it clear how to address Zach, Ronan left out his greeting to the submissive. “Knox, great to see you. It’s been a while.”
“It has. Zach’s been looking forward to and dreading tonight in equal measure.” They both chuckled and pulled each other into a man-hug, slapping each other on the back.
Ronan turned to Zach and held his hand out. “Zach, it’s good to see you. You ready for tonight?”
Zack blushed to his roots, rubbing his pink lips together and nodding. “Yes, Sir.”
“Great. Guys, this is my partner, Jamie. Jamie, this is Zach and his Dom, Knox.”
Jamie shook hands with Knox and then Zach, both submissives blushing even more when they shook hands. Ronan looked at Knox who smiled and winked at him, obviously having noticed the same thing himself. As they walked toward the exam room, Knox asked, “What are your safewords, boy?”
“Green, yellow, and red, Sir.”
“Good boy. If you need to safeword out, don’t hesitate.”
“Yes, Sir.”
As they’d talked about, Jamie led the couple into the room with a fake patient file in his hands. Ronan leaned against the wall in the hall, listening to their exchange. Jamie, fully playing the role of nurse, said to Knox, “Hello, I’m Jamie, Dr. Kincaid’s nurse. What brings you in today?”
“Yes, my step-daughter, who’s bright enough to get into law school at Stanford, decided it would be a smart idea to fuck two different guys at a party while she was drunk. Unbeknownst to me, she went to Planned Parenthood to get checked for STDs, and she’s lucky she tested STD free. But I just caught her in her bedroom looking at a positive pregnancy test, so we’re here to get her tested.”
A nearly-perfect high school girl’s voice broke in with a gasp. “Daddy! Do you have to tell him everything?”
“Yeah, Callie, I do. They have to know why we’re here.”
Ronan grinned at “Callie’s” perfect, “Ohmygod,” teen-girl response.
From the sound of things, Jamie opened up a cabinet and closed it. Ronan broke into a grin when he heard his boy say, “Callie, I’d like you to step into the attached bathroom there and urinate in this cup so we can run a pregnancy test.”
Ronan heard the bathroom door open and close. Hot fucking damn. The boy was really getting into it. Furthering the humiliation by making Callie pee into a cup was genius. He laughed, suddenly thankful that Jamie didn’t go as far as drawing blood, which would be the normal procedure. The bathroom door opened and closed again.
“Great. You two sit tight, and I’ll run the test and see if Dr. Kincaid is available.”
Jamie walked out the door, closing it behind him. Carrying the sample cup, his face still tinged pink, he set the sample on the lab countertop. Ronan pulled him into a quick hug of reassurance. “You did an amazing job. You ready to go back in?”
Jamie nodded and followed him back to the exam room. Ronan approached the couple in the room. Jamie followed, crossing behind him to move deeper into the room so he wouldn’t interrupt what was to happen. “Knox, it’s so good to see you again,” Ronan said. “Who do we have here? It can’t be your little girl, Callie, can it?” He let a deep, flirtatious drawl come out when he said, “She’s grown up into a pretty little thing, hasn’t she?”
Everyone’s attention turned to Callie, her long, shapely…and Ronan couldn’t help but notice…shaved legs demurely crossed at the ankle. But when she made eye contact with Ronan, she slowly uncrossed and opened them in a naughty show of attitude. Her school girl uniform was a beautiful contrast of sexy and demure. She sat with her arms crossed over her ample chest.
Knox said, “Princess, kindly close your legs so we aren’t advertising to the doctor how much of a slut you are.”
Callie gasped and grew red, crossing her legs and muttering, “I hate you, Daddy,” under her breath.
Knox placed his hand high on her thigh, brushing his fingers just beneath the hem of her pleated skirt and rubbing her skin. “We both know it’s true. You’re a beautiful little slut, and you’ve gotten yourself in trouble.”
Ronan nodded his head. “It seems she has. She’ll be a mother before her nineteenth birthday, I’m afraid.”
Knox looked at Callie. “You know what this means, don’t you?”
Callie scowled. “Here?” She stomped her foot. “Noooo! Please, Daddy, not here!”
Knox shook his head. “You don’t deserve privacy for this. You’ve gone and gotten yourself knocked up, and now you need to be punished.”
He pulled her gently over his lap and lifted her skirt. “Princess, you don’t even have any panties on. That earns you an extra five swats. Hold on to me now.”
He laid into her and didn’t let up until he’d spanked her sweet bottom hard, twenty times. By that time, she was sobbing, and he picked her up and held her in his lap and hugged her. “You’ll be spanked every day until you have that baby. We’ll just have to get creative when your belly gets too big to lay over my lap, won’t we, little girl?”
She sniffed and nodded. “Yes, Daddy.” She leaned up to whisper in his ear, and Knox rumbled out a chuckle.
Knox kissed the top of her head as his hand caressed higher and higher on her sexy thigh. She was already tenting her skirt. “You’ll have to ask him yourself, princess.”
When she gazed up at Ronan, he saw the very real tears in her eyes as she whispered, “May I have a lollipop, Dr. Kincaid? Please?”
“Sure you can, sweet girl. Jamie, can you get her a sucker please?”
Ronan watched as Jamie’s eyes flared wide for a moment before he nodded and walked to one of the cupboards, pulling out a jar. “What flavor would you like?”
“Grape, please.”
He pulled one out and put the jar away, unwrapping the sucker and handing it over. All three men watched her lick it seductively, and when she finally sucked on it her cheeks hollowed, and Ronan nearly groaned at her provocative behavior.
“Thank you, doctor.”
“You’re welcome,” Ronan said to Callie and looked at Knox. “
We’ll need to do a thorough exam to ensure everything looks healthy, and we’ll schedule her first ultrasound in several weeks.”
“Is that gonna hurt?” she whined.
Knox shook his head. “No, princess, it’s a long, hard wand he’ll have to insert deep inside of you. You might even enjoy it.” She squirmed on his lap, opened her legs and cupped herself. “Now, stop being so naughty, or I’m going to have to punish you again.”
She whispered, her voice shaky, “How, Daddy? I don’t wanna stop. It feels so good. Kitty is needy.”
“I know she is, princess. But naughty sluts aren’t permitted to touch themselves, remember?”
She whimpered. “Will you do it for me, Daddy?”
“It’s not time for that. The doctor is going to have to examine you. Are you ready to get up on the table?”
She sniffed and hid her face in his neck, her voice tiny when she said, “No.”
“Do you wanna stay in my lap the first time until you gather your courage to get on the table like a good girl.”
She nodded and whispered, “Okay.”
“Good job, princess, now turn so you’re facing forward. Remember how naughty you were earlier, spreading your pretty thighs? Well, you’re going to have to do that now, but a bit wider. Hook your legs around the outside of my thighs and pull up that skirt. The doctor needs to see your pretty kitty.”
She whimpered but complied, her face beet red. Ronan’s cock strained his scrubs as he took her in. Knox chuckled and asked, “Isn’t she so pretty? It’s no wonder she likes to play with it and let others play with it so much.”
“She’s very pretty.” Ronan moved much closer, less than a foot away, gazed down at her, and raised his eyes slowly to her face. “Callie, your kitty is beautiful. You have no reason to be embarrassed. Are you aroused, honey? You’re nearly dripping.”
She turned her head and tried to close her legs, whispering ashamedly, “Yes, doctor.”
Knox caught her legs behind her knees and pulled them up and out. Callie gasped and Ronan groaned at seeing her wide open and wanting. He rubbed his hard cock through is scrubs and could see out of the corner of his eye that Jamie was doing the same. “Sweet girl, you’re so wet you just dripped all over my floor. Let’s get you up on the table so you won’t make any more of a mess. We’ll examine you thoroughly, but I promise it won’t hurt, all right?”
