Good Pet

I do the same in the next second, though this caller isn’t Tommy. The man on the line is calling for Christian, another one of our new additions. I forward the call and count down the next hour.

Whatever progress Tommy made, it must be noteworthy. It’s enough to pull me away from the office. But it’s not the news that I’m looking forward to the most. No, it’s getting to see him with my own eyes and be near him for the first time since we parted on Friday night.

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At just a few minutes after noon, I arrive at Sadie’s. I spot Tommy immediately. He’s sitting at one of the tables in a corner. It’s not a completely dark corner, not a completely lit one either. Menus and ice waters have already been laid out on the table, as well as silverware. As I take my seat next to him, I immediately feel better than I have all day. I’m more at peace than I have been all morning, though I’m still feeling a little bit horny from my fantasies. I’m a little bit hungry in that way, though I know I can’t and won’t act on them here. We made a vow of celibacy until the weekend, and I’m assuming that will hold true even here.

“I thought we would order before I told you the good news,” says Tommy. He smiles, and I see confidence there. There is calculating cruelty as well, though not toward me. Though some people might see this expression as “dark” and undesirable, it’s delicious to me. It makes me shiver and turn to goo in a way that Dennis’s model-worthy poise could never invoke.

“Sure, sir,” I say, aligning my voice and posture to flirt with him a bit. While he may have said we couldn’t get physical with each other, he didn’t say anything about flirting. “Whatever you’d like to do, we can do.” Covertly, I put a finger on the inside of his arm and start to trace upward. “I’m very good at being…accommodating,” I whisper this word, using it as an excuse to get close to his ear so I can nibble it and kiss it, just as our waitress looms near our table.

“Good afternoon,” she says, forcing me to move away from Tommy and to put on a posture and a mask that says I’m behaving. “Have you had time to look at the menus, or do you need a few moments?”

In all honesty, I would love nothing more than a few more moments alone with Tommy. But Tommy’s not going to give me what I want. Even if we did have alone time, he’d tease me with the fact that we already vowed to save anything like that for the weekend.

“I think we’re ready to order,” says Tommy.

I’m ready for you to order me around. I’m ready for you to have me as your appetizer, I think, but force those thoughts from my mind. But you’ve already told me I’ve got to be patient, so I’ve got to be a good pet for you.

God, I love the idea of being his good pet. Even if it won’t get me as much punishment as I want.

As the waitress takes Tommy’s order of spicy, Caribbean flavored chicken wings and a side salad, I want nothing more than to be able to tell him what I am fantasizing about. How badly I wanted him this morning after my dream, but I don’t know how he’ll react to it. I don’t know if he’ll want to hear about it here.

The waitress asks me for my order before I can make a decision about whether to tell Tommy about my sexy dream and fantasies involving him or not. I give her the same order as I got last time: nachos. For a drink, I order a rum and Coke, knowing I’m not going to get as drunk off those.

When she’s gone, Tommy settles into his seat and says to me, “So, that good progress I was telling you about.” I nod. “I put on this big show of apologizing to Vanacore. Of apologizing for being so distant and hard to get. I told her that it was because of the mistreatment at the hands of my father and a fat camp.” As he says this, my stomach sours. “Not entirely untrue, but not as bad as I made it sound.” I nod, not sure what my feelings are about any of the things I’ve just heard, but not giving myself a moment to figure it out either. “I gave her a big speech about how I can’t stand to get in trouble. I begged for her to give me a chance. To be gentle and slow, and she is right where I want her. Feeling sympathetic and all that.”