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)
“Please, Sir… You said I can call you that. Don’t take it back now. I just want to know what it’s like to let go, and I know you can give it to me.”
I close my eyes, knowing what I’m going to say before I say the words. My lids slide open. “Stand up.”
“Wait. I’m—”
“Stand up,” I order again, voice low with no room for argument.
“Yes, Sir.” JT pushes to his feet.
“Do you work tomorrow?”
His pupils blow wide as he takes me in. “No.”
“Be at my house at two. I’ll send you the address.”
“Yes. Hell yes. Thank you. You won’t regret it.”
I could lose everything for this.
But I won’t stop. I don’t want to stop.
I open the door and peek out, making sure no one is in the hallway. “Be good the rest of the night. You’ve spent half the night watching me.”
“I can’t help it.”
“Go,” I order.
“Yes, Sir.”
I close the door behind him, knowing this will change everything.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
JT
I wait until we get home that night to tell Reggie what happened. We climb into my bed together, and he immediately says, “You were different the last little while at your parents’ house.” We like to do this sometimes, lie in bed together and talk. While I always had a lot of friends growing up, it’s different having a close relationship with someone who is queer. Straight friends are great, but there are certain things they would never understand. There are parts of me I didn’t always know were there, and once I understood them, still didn’t completely show to the world. My life growing up wasn’t the same as for a lot of my friends. All my crushes were secret and unrequited. There are experiences I never had, and Reggie is the same. Add to that my being kinky, which made me feel even more different.
“I ran into Marsh in the bathroom.”
Reggie cocks a brow. “Well, I can tell there’s a story there.”
“I was just leaving, and he was outside. I sneaked in with him, and we talked.”
“Jesus Christ, did he fuck you in your parents’ bathroom?” he shrieks, but there’s a smile on his face. Reggie can pretend to be scandalized all he wants, but deep down I know he thinks the idea of being fucked by my dad’s best friend at my parents’ house is hot.
“No. I wouldn’t do that. But like I said, we talked. He wants me to go to his house tomorrow. I think we’re at least going to have one scene together.” My body flushes with warmth at the thought. It’s wild how I’ve spent my whole life around Marsh and never thought of him this way until recently. Yes, I noticed his hotness—because how could I not—but fucking him had never crossed my mind…and maybe it never would have if he wasn’t FulfillingDominance. Something about that month spent anonymously talking to him has altered my whole world, and I don’t know how to get back to the way it was before.
Reggie sighs. “Are you sure that’s a good idea? I’m not trying to be a downer here, but you told me that when you first found out, you almost puked.”
“Not because I’m not attracted to him.”
“I don’t mean that. It’s a big deal. I can understand why it would have been strange for you, and now two weeks later, you’re meeting up with him for sex.”
I bury my face into the pillow and give a playful scream. The fact is, I know he’s right, and I can’t pretend I’m not nervous I’m making the wrong choice. I know there’s a possibility this is a huge mistake, but… “I can’t explain it. I was in shock at first, of course. How could I not be? But the more I think about it, the more it calms something inside me. I’ve spent my life not having anyone close to me who would understand that part of me, who would know the things I want and not think it’s weird.”
He winces. “Sorry. I don’t mean to act that way.”
“You don’t, not really. But you also don’t get it. Then I met a man who did get it, who has spent years practicing, and he spent a month making sure I know there’s nothing wrong with these things I crave. To meet him and discover it’s someone who I know has cared about me my whole life, someone I respect, someone I know will always do right by me…it pulls me in more, makes me feel more at ease. I know I’m giving this part of me to someone who deserves it. Then I think about the times Marsh has taken care of me, been there for me as Marsh and not Sir, such as when he came to the restaurant just because he knows I like working there. I realize Marsh has always done stuff like that—been there for me as a person, without it being anything sexual in nature and just because he’s kind—so how can I not want it to be him? Also…”