He was so fucking hard.

He groaned and gave my bottom lip a sharp nip. “I will take care of you.”

I nodded and tried to kiss him again, but he wasn’t having it. Instead, he held me fast and framed my face with his hands.

“Gorgeous boy.” He brushed water from my cheeks, his eyes dark with lust and assertiveness. “To think, I believed I could be casual with you.”

I grinned quickly, struck by nervousness and hope and joy and…gah, a hundred different emotions. Elation. So much elation.

“But we will do this right,” he told me. “We will create something that works for us. No rushing into anything we’re not ready for. We don’t know where all the puzzle pieces will fit yet.”

He was right. He was kinda killing the mood, but he was right.

“If you pull out a notepad to make a bunch of lists and structure—”

“You’ll what?”

Oh crap. Yeah, I’ll what? Act bratty? Way too soon. I didn’t know his limits to brattage yet.

He smiled a little and swiped his thumb over my bottom lip. “Don’t get cocky, pet.”

“Sorry,” I replied sheepishly.

“It’s all right. This time.” He let out a chuckle and kissed me softly. “May I continue now?”

“Yes, Sir. You may.”

His eyes flashed with amusement. “We’re gonna spend time together. Talk for ages, kiss each other senseless…and I’m finally going to fuck your brains out.”

Gah! I legit whined and threw my arms around him again. “Can we go straight to that last part?”

“Mmm, soon.” He squeezed me to him and slipped his hands down to my ass. “We don’t know how tonight is going to end.”

He was right. I couldn’t even begin to guess.

We knew our next step, though. It was time to check out Greer’s demo with Noa.

CHAPTER 5

Noa Hayles

He’s here! He’s here!

I saw him! KC was here! Oh my gosh, he was here. Cameron had told me he sometimes saw KC walk with a black cane, but it was still a shock to see him standing up. Even though…I mean, I hadn’t spent time with him in his post-accident state.

I sat restlessly on my chair, itching for my turn with Greer. He was about to wrap up his beginners’ session with two subbie boys. I sat just off the platform, in the dark, in my lonesomeness, without a steel rod in my dick. Totally unfair. But at least I’d gotten a good look at the big crowd, and KC was right there in the middle. And it had to mean something. My demo with Greer was going to be sexual, and I couldn’t imagine KC wanting to witness that if he intended to keep me around purely as his ex-wife’s son.

Mistress Penelope’s first demo of nipple torture had been a very different affair. There’d been music and screaming and play all around. Maybe because it’d been more about showcasing different types of clamps and whatnot. But for Greer’s demo, everybody was listening to his advice and instructions.

Damn Cameron for giving me hope. When KC glanced my way, with his unreadable expression, I perked up and waved as if nothing had happened between us. As if nothing was wrong.

Something shifted in his posture. He lost tension in his shoulders, he unclenched his jaw, and he tested a badly practiced smile. He wasn’t there yet, but he was trying. And he was gonna watch me tonight.

It fucked with my head because I wanted to let go. Any kind of intense play pushed adulthood out of my body, and I sank into a mind-set where I let my instincts drive me. I was part Little, part…I didn’t know what to call it. Cameron called me his little fuck-puppy sometimes. I was ready to hump everything!

KC’s presence and the unpredictable outcome we faced made it difficult for me to know how to act. Could I let it all go? Could I regress? Could I surrender to the moment like I wanted to?

Was he gonna disappear right after?

Greer was almost done. He went through a sanitation spiel on how to disinfect the sounds as he carefully removed the rod from the last subbie. Boiling the sounds was only recommended for silicone rods, never steel. And those two were the only types he preferred. He’d stated earlier that a glass sound may be beautiful, but all it took was an accidental move or twitch for the whole evening to end in the hospital. So. Surgical steel and silicone, that was the way to go.

“If you have any questions, let’s save them for the end,” Greer said, helping one of the boys off the exam table. “I have one more demo, where I wanna show what a sounding session can look like.” He pushed one exam table to the side, resting it against the wall, leaving only one table left that he moved to the center of the platform. In the meantime, the two subs thanked him, one dazedly and with a goofy grin, and one with a tentative smile. The last one wasn’t going to get hooked on sounding anytime soon.

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