Waiting for the installers to complete their work on my new home security system is torturous, but I force myself to not contact Johnny until they’ve pulled out of the driveway on Monday night so I can honestly tell him it’s done. And so I don’t seem as desperate as I feel when I do finally type out the message to him. My system has been installed. Thank you again.

I’m glad to hear it. Can I stop by tonight to make sure it’s working the way I want it to?

My belly does a little flip at the thought of seeing him again. I shouldn’t put any pressure or expectations on him, but I can’t help myself from fantasizing about what might happen. Sure, anytime. I’m home today.

I’ll be over around six. The little dots appear and disappear a few times before they eventually disappear without any more messages coming through.

Looking forward to it.

Okay, maybe a little pressure isn’t a bad thing. If my hunch is correct, Johnny is looking for something he might not be able to ask for, but that I might be able to provide for him. And god knows I want to provide it for him. He just needs a nudge in the right direction to open up his mind to something different from what he’s used to.

Lucky for him, I’m an excellent nudger.

“I’m glad they added another motion sensor in your office.” Johnny does another lap around the small space, holding my phone in his hand to make sure the cameras are picking up his movements no matter where he is in the room. “Since you mentioned more drawers and shelves being checked in here, it seems like the thieves were interested in your computers.”

I drag my finger across the edge of my desk, thinking about the things that were lost. “Yeah, if I’d had any patient records stored here, that could have been devastating. Thankfully, it was just my personal archives that were taken.” I didn’t tell Johnny just how personal some of those files were, but the bashful smile he gives me confirms he knows what I mean. Maybe not the specifics but he has a general idea.

I follow Johnny downstairs where he finishes up his inspection. “I like it. I think you’ll like it too.”

I shrug. “It’s great. Maybe a bit excessive considering I no longer have any valuables, but if I ever replace the artwork and collectibles, it’ll be good to know they’re secure.”

Johnny’s expression is completely serious as he shakes his head. “It’s not about keeping your shit safe, Doc. It’s about keeping you safe. If you’re ever home when someone breaks in, you have no idea what lengths they might go to. It’s not worth the risk.”

“Thank you, Johnny.” I take a step closer to him and place my hand around the side of his neck, holding him firmly in place. “That means a lot to me.”

Johnny shivers beneath my touch, and I can feel his pulse racing under my fingertips.

“Is this okay?” I whisper, praying he says it is.

“Yes, sir.”

My cock comes fully to the party with that one word of submission. I give him a squeeze and step closer to him, stopping with just inches between our chests. Our eyes are level because we’re about the same height, but it’s clear by the way Johnny tucks his chin toward his chest that he’s offering me the position of dominance. “So, you’ve thought about what I asked you the other night?”

He nods and swallows hard without saying a word.

“And you’ve made a decision?” I place my other hand on his waist, holding him in place so he knows running isn’t an option. Not that I think he’d try. He’s struggling but I don’t think he wants to resist. He just doesn’t know how to give in to what he truly needs.

“I think I want to try it.” His gaze flits to my mouth before coming back to rest on my eyes. “If that’s what you mean.”

“Let’s have a seat.” Without releasing his neck, I walk him to the sofa and we both sit down. I want him to be as comfortable as possible for what I know will be a somewhat uncomfortable topic for him. As soon as we’re both angled so we can face each other, I extend my arm across the back of the sofa and place my hand on his shoulder. It’s a grooming technique to slowly ease him into submitting for me. But since he’s still so unsure of how to react, my hand on him seems to offer equal doses of comfort and anxiety.

But that’s okay. We’re just getting started here.

“So, tell me in your own words what you’re feeling right now.” My tone is low but firm, reminding him who he’s talking to. “And I expect complete honesty, Johnny. You can say anything to me and I’ll never judge you or look down on you. Okay?”

He sighs deep before picking up a throw pillow and holding it in his lap. “I’ve never done it before, but I want to try being a submissive.”

“Good boy, Johnny. I’m proud of you for being brave enough to tell me the truth. I promise to always tell you the truth too.”

“Thank you.” He leans a few inches closer to me. I don’t think he even realizes he’s doing it, but his subconscious is drawing him closer to me. I love it.

“As you know, when I’m at The Vault, I’m there as a Dominant. I don’t normally use that word but that’s essentially what it is. I like to be with me who will complete relinquish control to me so I can make decisions on how and when they’ll be pleasured. Are you with me so far?”

Johnny’s eyes have changed from the crystal blue they usually are to a much darker shade full of pupils and lust. “Yes, sir.”

I smile and reach for his knee with my other hand, securing him and earning a content sign for my efforts. “I like how that sounds, Johnny. It makes me happy to hear.”

His grin is genuine, and he looks ten years younger.

“Are you willing to let me have control of your pleasure tonight? Is that something you want?”

His quick nod would normally be enough for me but since this is so new and unexpected based on what our relationship looked like even a week ago, I want to hear him verbalize his interest.

“Say it out loud, Johnny.”

He clears his throat and his words are soft, barely above a whisper. “I want you to be in control. Tell me what to do. I need it, Ronin.”

“Sir.” I raise an eyebrow and smile, leaning closer until there’s just a fraction of an inch separating our lips. “Always call me sir.”

“Yes, sir.”

As soon as the word is out, I close the distance between us and kiss him. At first, my lips just brush across his, testing the waters to give him time to accept what’s about to happen. And then my tongue juts out, sliding across the seam of his then wedging them apart. Johnny’s mouth opens and is tongue instinctively presses into my mouth, seemingly fighting for dominance. When he doesn’t get the hint, I pull back and raise an eyebrow. “Who’s in charge here?”

Johnny takes a shuddering breath. “You are, sir. Sorry.”

Sliding my thumb across his jawline, I take a moment to appreciate just how gorgeous Johnny is. His strong body is accentuated by his square jaw and piercing eyes. His short hair is just long enough to grab on top but short enough in the back that I can rub my fingers up and down in for hours, if he lets me. God, I hope he lets me some day.

“Would you like to go to my bedroom?”

“God, yes.” Johnny jumps up from the sofa, practically pulling me with him. “I mean...yes, please. Sir.”

I nod in approval of his correction then hold Johnny’s hand as I we walk back to my room. “Please take off all your clothes and wait for me on the bed.”

“Um, how do you want me?” Johnny looks nervous, and I both love and hate it.

“Just sitting against the headboard is fine.” I’ve never had any in my bed in a submissive manner so it’s almost as awkward for me as it is for Johnny. But I’ve done scenes at The Vault a hundred times, so I just need to bring some of that experience here while keeping in mind that I’m not at The Vault and Johnny is not a rent-boy I’m paying by the hour. He’s a man who is trusting me to take care of him, and I intend to do just that. “But before we get started, do you have any hard limits I should know about? Anything you absolutely don’t want me to do?”

Johnny takes a moment to think before shaking his head. “Nothing I can think of. But if I do, um, do we need a safe word or something?”

It’s easy to forget that Johnny works at a sex club. He’s obviously familiar with this kind of scene even if he’s never participated in one himself. “I don’t think we’ll do anything that might require a safe word tonight, but yes, you need to have one. I’ll always stop if I know you mean it, so don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Okay, so what’s the word?”

“We’ll, we can get creative or we can stick to the old standbys of green, yellow, and red.”

“Those are fine.” Johnny reaches for his belt buckle and loosens it. “I just really don’t know what I’m doing, so you’ll have to tell me what you want.”

Before I can stop myself, I pull Johnny into my arms and just hold him. I’m already failing in my job to take control, so he doesn’t have to worry about anything. “Okay, the first thing you need to do is give me all your worries. Everything that you’re thinking that is causing you stress or concern, it’s mine now. You can say it out loud or just mentally hand it over, but as long as you’re in here, you don’t have to worry about anything. I’ll tell you what to do, how to do it, and when I want it. If you’re not sure about something, ask. But my job is to carry your burdens and make sure the only things on your mind are the things I put on your mind.”

“Oh.” Johnny is a little stunned, but his shoulders immediately relax, and he melts against my chest. Even though he weighs at least forty pounds more than me, I easily hold his weight in my arms, loving his surrender.

“Now then.” I rub his back one last time then step away, holding him at arm’s length. “Please take off your clothes and place them on the chair.” I nod toward a dressing chair by the window. “When you’re done, sit on the bed with your back against the headboard and wait for me to come back. I just want to shut things down in the kitchen and make sure Nitro is inside for the night.”

Johnny is already stripping out of his clothes before I’m even out of the room. And my hard cock is begging me to hurry the fuck up and get back to him as I rush through the tasks I came up with to give Johnny a few minutes of privacy.

By the time I get back to my room, my shirt and socks have already been left in the laundry room and the button on my jeans is open. Johnny is exactly where I asked him to be. Sitting in the center of my bed, naked and waiting for me to tell him what comes next.

I stop at the foot of my bed so he has a good view then I drop my jeans, standing on display just as nude as he is. We each take a few minutes to just appreciate each other. His cock is long and hard, not quite as thick as mine but absolutely perfect. I can’t wait to get a taste of it. And by the way he’s licking his lips as he looks at mine, I think he has the same idea.

“I’d like you to suck my cock, Johnny. Will you do that for me?”

He nods and immediately crawls toward the end of the bed. When his mouth is just a few inches away from my hard shaft, I slip my fingers into his hair and get as good of a grip as possible. “Go ahead, Johnny. Take me in your mouth.”

He doesn’t hesitate as he sucks my crown between his tight lips, welcoming me into his hot mouth with a hungry moan. I try to hold still while he gets used to my girth, but I can’t resist the urge to rock into his mouth before eventually fucking his face until tears are streaming from down his cheeks and his garbled moans get me closer to the edge.

When Johnny’s eyes pop open and lock on mine, I know he needs something, so I pull out and gently caress his cheek. “What is it, baby?”

“You didn’t say if I could come, but I really want to.”

“Thank you for asking when you weren’t sure.” I smile and then bend down and kiss his mouth. “But no, you may not come yet. I’ll take care of you when we’re both ready. Right now, your only job is to make me come. Okay?”

Johnny seems a bit disappointed but only for second before his eyes home in on my hard cock once again. “Yes, sir.”

It’s only a few minutes after that before I come down Johnny’s throat, giving him my load before lying him down on the bed and sucking him off until he returns the gift. And a gift it is when his whimpered moans turn frantic and a heavy load of creamy spunk fills my mouth and drips down my chin.

I’m even more proud of him when he takes one look at my messy chin and immediately laps it up, cleaning me of his come without having to be asked.

He’s the perfect boy for me.

I just hope I can be the perfect sir for him.