“Text me your address, and I’ll be there when you get home from Leo’s celebration.”
“I have a better idea. Why don’t you come with me?”
“To dinner?”
“Yes. I’d love to introduce you to Max and Foster, the other guys who will be there.”
I stood and paced, even more nervous than I had been.
“Or if you don’t want to, I can leave you a key for my house.”
“No. I mean, yes, I’ll go.” We needed to be open to meeting each other’s friends, and I liked Leo, so…
“Thank you. You’re amazing.”
“So are you.”
“I’ve got to go, but I’ll send my address, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I should be able to be there around seven. Will that be okay?”
“Yes. I’ll be home, and we can head to Leo’s dinner soon after you get here.”
I ended the call and went back to the living room. Sean paused the movie when I sat down. “What’s up?”
“Nothing. I was just talking to Graham.”
He studied me for a moment. “That is not your usual talking to Graham face.”
“I’m going to Charlotte this weekend instead of him coming here.”
“And that has you worried?”
“I’m not worried.” I was so worried I thought I might come apart.
“You’re staring at your phone.”
“He’s texting me his address, and I want to look it up.”
Sean frowned. “You don’t know where he lives?”
“I know he lives in Charlotte, but I’ve never been to his house.”
“And you never asked him anything about it?”
“No.” Was that strange? Whether it was or not, it proved we’d been existing in a bubble.
Sean grinned. “I guess you’ve been too busy fucking.”
“We talk.” Graham and I were more than just sex. I knew that much.
“While you recover for the next round?”
I clenched my hands into fists. “Sean!”
“It’s normal to be like that when things are all new. Who needs real life when a man like Graham will give you anything you want?”
Graham really would give me anything I wanted, wouldn’t he? He’d move here, loan me money to start a business with no guarantee of ever being paid back in full. But I wouldn’t let him do any of that, because I was too stubborn.
“I want to talk to you about something,” I told Sean. “But you have to be serious. I feel weird talking to Felicity since Graham’s her father-in-law, but I need to know you won’t laugh at me.”
“Are you going to confess to some kinky shit you’re doing?”
“I call him Daddy, and he calls me boy, and I totally get off on it. There. That’s out of the way.”
Sean made a strangled sound. And I kind of loved that I’d thrown him off-balance.
“But that’s not what I wanted to say.”
Sean’s expression turned serious. “In the interest of confessions, I tried pony play with Blake, but he said I didn’t have enough discipline. He wants to teach me how to be obedient, and I kind of want him to, but he scares me.”
Whoa. Sean was finally talking. “He scares you because he’s so dominant?”
Sean shook his head. I waited for him to say more, but he didn’t.
“Then why?”
“I feel too much when I’m with him. I want to give him everything he asks for, not just because it’s hot, but because I want to please him. I want him to fix the mess I’ve made of my life, but it’s wrong to depend on someone like that.”
“Are you sure it’s wrong if it’s what you both want? Maybe it would be good for you.” A few months ago, before meeting Graham, I might not have felt the same way, but after being his boy, I was absolutely sure of what I said.
“I don’t know. Don’t I just need to man up and be an adult?”
I rolled my eyes. “Like that ever works. Look, you can be a mess, but you’re hardly failing at adulting. You pay your rent on time, and even though you keep changing career paths, you take what you’re doing seriously. You’re a capable adult, despite eating Cocoa Puffs for dinner half the time. That’s your choice. Whatever you might do with Blake won’t change that.”
Sean didn’t look convinced. “I asked him if we could just go out casually, do some scenes, enjoy each other, but either we do this his way or not at all.”
“So he won’t compromise?”
“I can’t blame him for that. It’s because I hurt him. He told me he wanted to be serious, and I laughed at him and then told him to just get on with it and spank me. He called an end to our scene and after bringing me home, he said he didn’t want to see me anymore.”
“If you’re interested in him, and you do seem to be, then at least think about whether his way could work. And if not, maybe if he sees you’re willing to try, you can find a compromise then. You just have to be honest about what you’re feeling.”
“Listen to you, Mr. Maturity.”
“Nothing like sage relationship advice from an expert who’s been in one two-month-long relationship with his best friend’s father-in-law.”
“Exactly.”
We both laughed, then he said, “I’m sorry. I totally derailed our conversation with my confession.”
“Did it feel good to finally talk about Blake?”
He seemed to consider that for a moment. “Yeah. It did. I was worried you’d be pissed at me for how I treated him.”
I shook my head. “I don’t expect you to be perfect. If you didn’t care that you’d hurt him, if you weren’t worried about it, then I’d be mad. But you admitted you fucked up, which shows me you’re exactly who I thought you were, even if you pretend to be a heartless asshole sometimes.”
Sean huffed. “Only with men who are heartless assholes too.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t fuck men like that.”
He sighed. “The decent guys always want more than I can give.”
“There’s a difference between can’t and won’t.”
“Maybe, but that’s enough about me. Confess something other than your kinky sex shit.”
“Pony play is just as kinky as anything I do.”
He waved me off. “Whatever.”
“Graham offered me money to start my makeup line, however much I need.”
“Oh wow. What did you say?”
“That I’d think about it, but I’m uncomfortable just taking money from him.”
“Won’t you have to pay him back?”
“Only after my business is making money, which might never happen.”
“It also might. For all you know, you might become richer than he is.”
I snorted. “Little chance of that.”
“There’s always a chance,” Sean said. “You should take the money. You’ve been wanting to do this forever, and he’s offering you the opportunity.”
“But I’m indebted to him enough already.”
“Why, because he cares for you? That’s a gift, and it’s one you deserve.”
His words knocked the breath out of me. He was right. Graham didn’t expect anything from me. “But what if… What if we don’t last?”
“I think you will. You’ve got that totally in love forever thing going.”
I stared at him. “We what?”
“Shut up. You so know you do.”
I knew what I thought I felt, what I hoped he felt too, but I couldn’t talk about it.
“If you did break up, would he expect the money back?”
I shook my head. “He says all investments are a gamble, and this is no different than him buying a property. He never knows how it will turn out.”
“Please at least consider it.”
“I already told Graham I would.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Avery
Friday night I pulled my ancient Corolla into the driveway of Graham’s house, which turned out to be a mansion on a
lake. It was made of light gray stone with plenty of windows, gas lanterns at the entrance, and a dark red door. No wonder he wasn’t as awed by the Misty Mountain Lodge as I was. His house was probably fancier. I felt so wrong standing at his front door in jeans, a faux retro rainbow shirt, and fuck-me red lipstick. Did I really belong in his world?
Hopefully, after seeing me here, he’d still think I did. I hoisted my bag up on my shoulder and rang the bell. Footsteps approached, and then Graham answered the door wearing a navy pinstriped suit. My mouth dropped open as I forgot everything but how fucking hot he was. I’d thought I remembered how good he’d looked in a tux, how I’d been unable to resist walking over to him when I saw him by the ballroom windows, but my memory had not been doing him justice.
Graham smiled. “Like what you see, boy?”
“Yes, so much.”
“Then get in here.”
I stepped in, and Graham closed the door behind me.
“Put your bag down and turn around.”
I obeyed without thinking, and that felt good, really good, like things were supposed to between us.
I placed my hands on the wall and spread my legs. He stepped behind me and took hold of my hips, pulling them back to let me feel his cock against my ass.
“I’ve missed you, boy.”
“I’ve missed you too, Daddy.”
“I don’t even want to wait to get you upstairs. I just want to fuck you right here.”
“Please,” I whined, fully hard now and ready to beg for him to do exactly what he wanted.
“Don’t move.”
He walked away, and I tried to take slow breaths to calm my racing heart. I wanted this, wanted him to yank my pants down, pull out his cock, and drive in, no prep, no time to undress, just the need to get his dick in me.
I glanced his way when I heard him return. He was carrying a bottle of lotion that I guessed he’d gotten from the downstairs bathroom. “This is going to have to do for lube, boy.”
I nodded. “Fuck me, Daddy. I don’t need to go slow.”
He reached around me to fondle my cock. “I know what my boy needs. He’s a slut for my cock, and he needs it inside him.”
“Yes, God yes.” How did he have me this crazy this fast?
He leaned down and licked at the edge of my ear, drawing a whine from me. “I want to push right into you, make you take it, give it all to you.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Do you remember your safeword?”
“It’s red, Daddy. Please, I want this.”
“I know you do.” He unfastened my pants and pushed them and my briefs over my ass, letting them pool at my ankles.
“Don’t take your hands off the wall. Don’t struggle or try to control this. All I want you to do is offer your hole.”
“Fuck.” How did he know I needed it rough like this? I heard the rustle of fabric and then the slick sound of him greasing his cock up.
He dug his fingers into my ass cheeks and pulled them open. I tensed, expecting it to hurt when he pushed in, but he surprised me by drizzling lotion down my crack.
He smeared it around my entrance with the tip of his cock.
“Brace yourself,” he whispered in my ear, his warm breath tickling me.
I pressed all my fingers into the wall and arched my back, presenting my ass to him.
“Good boy, you know what your daddy needs.”
He teased me again, brushing my hole with his cock. Then he pressed in, not hard but relentlessly, pushing forward, opening me up. I couldn’t help trying to pull away from him. I wanted this badly, but the instinct to fight his invasion was too strong. He slapped my ass.
“Boy, this is my hole, give it to me.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He gripped my hips to hold me in place and pushed in harder.
“Fuck, oh fuck.”
“Relax and open for me, boy.”
“It burns, Daddy.”
“You can take it, boy.” He pulled out, and the sensation was a counter to the pain. But he didn’t wait before driving back in harder than before.
I cried out, writhing in his grip.
He pulled out again and caressed my side. “You’re a good boy. You can do this for me.”
“Yes, Daddy, I’m good. I’ll take it. I’ll take all of it.”
“That’s right, you will.” He drove in until he was all the way in and his body was pressed against mine.
“That’s it. You’re so tight, boy. You’d never think I could fit a dildo in there next to my cock.”
I whimpered. “That felt so good, Daddy.” He reached between us and ran his finger down my crack until he came to the stretched rim of my hole. He pressed against his cock, slipping the tip of his finger inside.
“Fuck. That’s… Fuck.”
“You could take so much more than this,” he said. “You could take my whole hand.”
“Yes, Daddy, I want to.”
He pulled his finger out and took hold of my hips. “But right now, I just want a simple, hard fuck, and that’s what I’m going to have.”
“Please.”
He drove into me, pushing me against the wall, my face pressed into the cool surface. He didn’t slow down as he thrust deep, over and over.
“Don’t come,” he ordered as I was getting near the edge.
“Daddy, I don’t know if I can wait.”
“You can!”
“Please,” I begged as he kept going, hitting my sweet spot just right, lighting me up with pleasure.
“I love your ass, boy. I love how greedy it is for my cock.”
“Yes, Daddy. I love your cock.”
“I’m going to come in you, boy, and then if you’re good, I’m going to suck you off while my cum drips down your legs.”
“Fuck, Daddy. Please. I can’t—”
“You better, because it’s what I want. I like good little boys.”
“I’m good. So good, Daddy.”
“Yes. You. Are.” He punctuated each word with a thrust. Then he drove in hard and shuddered. “Feel that. Feel me coming in you.”
I bit down on my lip and dropped a hand to my cock, squeezing it tight at the base, desperate to hold back my orgasm.
Finally he finished pumping out his release inside me. When he pulled out, I loved the obscene feeling of his cum running out of me and down my legs. “Turn around, boy.”
I did, and Graham sank to his knees and took my cock in his mouth. There was no teasing, just efficient sucking. I was ready to come in seconds. He pulled off and worked me with his hand. “Come for me, boy.”
I cried out, my release hitting almost instantly. My cum coated Graham’s hand, and when I’d finished, he slid his fingers along my thigh, scooping up some of his own cum and then lifting his fingers to my mouth. “Taste us both.”
I groaned, my cock never softening as I sucked my cum and his from his fingers. Then he kissed me and I slid my tongue along his, silently asking him to taste us too.
When he pulled back, he glanced down and saw that I was fully hard again, already needing more. “So needy, such a good, slutty boy.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Thank you for driving here, for taking the day off, for being amazing.”
He drew me into his arms, and when I laid my head on his shoulder, it felt just right. Maybe things would be okay after all.
***
I smiled as everyone else laughed at something Leo had just said. I hadn’t been listening closely. I was too busy watching Graham smiling at his friends, looking so comfortable here. It wasn’t like me to be quiet, even when I was with people I didn’t know. I genuinely liked Leo as well as Max, who was Succumb’s bookkeeper, and Foster, Leo’s assistant manager, but I found myself just listening or watching instead of participating in the conversation.
They weren’t intentionally leaving me out, but most of the conversation centered around stories about the club. Some of which were hilarious, like when one of the server
s “tripped” and spilled a pitcher of ice water on a Dom who was acting like an asshole to a sub who had no interest in him. The man had slunk out of the club looking like a drowned rat, his hair matted and flattened. Or another where a new-to-the-scene Max had managed to dismantle a sex swing while nervously toying with it as he negotiated with a Dom. That story had a good ending, though. Max and the Dom ended up together for nearly a year.
I knew I shouldn’t be jealous of Graham and his friends. Of course they had shared history just like I had with Felicity, Sean, and many of the other stylists at Oasis Asheville. But I couldn’t help thinking how Graham had a life here in Charlotte, a good life, that I wasn’t part of. The only way I could ever truly be part of it was if one of us moved, and that wasn’t fair to either of us.
The server came and asked if we wanted another round.
“Yes,” Max said. “It’s on me this time.”
“None for me,” I said. I didn’t want to get drunk even though it might help me stop feeling so hurt. If I was hung over in the morning, I wouldn’t force the conversation that needed to happen between me and Graham.
Graham scooted closer to me and leaned in to whisper. “Are you all right?”
“Yeah, I’ve just got a headache, and I’m tired. I didn’t sleep well last night.” That wasn’t a lie. I’d lain awake thinking about seeing Graham again, about how strained things had been the weekend before. “Would you mind if I went on back to your house?”
“I can leave too,” Graham said.
“No, I want you to enjoy this. Stay out however long you want, and we’ll have all day tomorrow.”
“But you drove down here, and—”
“You’ve already made the trip worthwhile.”
Graham grinned, and it made my pulse speed up. He was so gorgeous and caring and good. The thought of not being with him hurt like I was being cut in two, but I needed to do what was right for him. If he was happy here in Charlotte, I couldn’t ask him to move.
You didn’t ask, he offered.
Graham frowned. “I don’t like you leaving on your own.”
“I’ll take a Lyft. It’ll be fine.”
He studied me for a moment and then nodded. “All right. But you text me when you get back to my house. Do you have the spare key I gave you?”
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