Christopher
I wasn’t sure what reaction I was expecting. Maybe surprise…maybe that bark of laughter again if he didn’t believe me…but Ethan just gave me that long stare and then nodded. “I can do that.”
“I know.” I wasn’t going to say something stupid and overly emotional—because I didn’t know him well enough for anything like that—but everything I’d learned about him said that he was trustworthy. Even when he’d been making me hump his foot on the floor, I knew he’d done it because I’d wanted it. Needed it.
“Then you know once you give me control, I’m going to decide when and what we do.” There was no hesitation in his voice. He always seemed so commanding and strong, and it was all aimed at me. “I’ll like it if you beg and plead for me to take you, but that doesn’t mean I’ll do it.”
He said the craziest things like it was nothing.
How did he do it? I knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t ashamed of being different, but never in a million years would I have expected to be discussing humiliation and submission with Ethan.
“I know.” I tried to sound relaxed and confident, but my stupid needy body betrayed me again. I found myself licking my lips and trying to shift my dick into a more comfortable position.
Ethan shook his head and gave me a look that could only be called a leer. “What did I say?”
I froze. “I’m sorry.”
The dirty heat in his eyes didn’t fade, but he smiled and it made me shiver. “No, you’re not, but you will be when we get home.”
If I were smarter, that would have frightened me.
I wasn’t. “What…”
I couldn’t put the sentence together. Luckily, with Ethan around I didn’t have to. “What am I going to do with you?”
Nodding slowly, I swallowed hard. “I…yes.”
“If we were at home it would be ‘Yes, Master’; you know that, don’t you?” His foot brushed against my leg under the table.
I made a low, needy sound that I couldn’t control and nodded again. “I…I remember.”
Fuck. How could I forget?
His smile widened. “I’m going to punish you, Christopher.”
Could lust give a person a heart attack? “Okay.”
Ethan leaned back against the bench and cocked his head. “We’re going to have to think of a public word you can use instead of Master. I thought we’d just be boyfriends outside of the room but there’s too much carryover. I don’t want to stop it completely. What do you think?”
His foot was too distracting for me to figure out what he was talking about. “I…”
Inching up my leg, it was just enough pressure to remind me of how good it’d felt when I’d humped it. Fuck, I’d humped him.
Insane.
Ethan chuckled, and it sent another shiver through me. I thought my cock couldn’t get any harder, but he was constantly proving that wrong. “Words, Christopher.”
I wanted to give him anything he needed, but the problem with that was my dick and brain didn’t work at the same time. “I…yes…another…title.”
Ethan chuckled and pulled his foot back. “Let’s try that again.”
Disappointment flooded through me. I couldn’t hide it from Ethan. His smile widened again. “Don’t worry, Christopher, I’m not done with you. Now tell me.”
I loved the way he said my name, like it was something wicked and naughty. “Yes, I agree with you. Finding a word for times we’re in public would be good.”
When he’d first talked about my being his dirty sex slave in private and a boyfriend in public, it’d seemed incredible, but leaving all the torture and pleasure back in the room was harder than I’d imagined.
“See, isn’t that better?” His teasing smile said he knew the answer, but I wanted to make sure he understood.
“I like…” I took a deep breath. “I like when you make it so I can’t think and all I can do is react.” He needed to understand that it was beyond erotic for me. “It’s…freeing.”
Ethan nodded slowly and reached across the table to take my hand. “I get that, and I want to give it to you. It’s going to take me a while to learn what you like and what you want, but once we get there, I’ll take all the decisions from you, and I’ll just use you like the little slut you are.”
That shouldn’t have sounded romantic.
It did.
“How long…” Asking the question seemed too personal…too needy.
Ethan answered anyway. “It’s going to take me years to learn everything you want, slut.”
“Years.” The word escaped before I could think about it.
He nodded slowly. “I told you I was going to keep you.”
Again, it shouldn’t have sounded romantic.
But I was fucked up enough that it did. “Please.”
“Yes, slut.” His foot came back up and that time slid up between my legs so I had to widen them as his foot pressed against my dick. “Don’t move.”
How could I obey that?
I’d have to—the waiter was back.
He was a persistent bugger, asking about drinks and if there was anything we needed. Thankfully, Ethan handled everything because with his foot pressed against my dick, it was all I could do to focus on being still and not moaning.
When the waiter finally left, probably a bit freaked out by Ethan’s firm answer that we were fine, I could finally breathe a sigh of relief. If that included arching my hips and letting the delicious pain flood through me, I wouldn’t feel bad about it.
“You’re my little pain slut, aren’t you?” His expression was almost calculating, but it was more about figuring out what turned me on than deciding I was insane.
“I don’t…know…” Fuck, that was harder than it should have been.
“Let’s see.” His foot pressed harder. “No humping, Christopher.”
Fuck.
There was nothing to grab on the table, so my hands went down and gripped the bench before I could think about it. Ethan didn’t miss it. As he sent the delicious pain through me, he kept talking like we were talking about classes or homework. “If you like holding something, I wonder how you’d do with restraints.”
My brain had short-circuited, so answering that wasn’t an option.
I flashed to an image of me tied to the corner of the bed, naked and hard while he walked around the room, randomly coming over to let me hump his leg.
Ethan chuckled like he could see right through me. “Yes. You’d like that.”
It was almost too much. “I’m…please…I’m going…”
The pressure eased enough that I wasn’t in danger of coming anymore, but it was hard to feel grateful when I missed it.
“Telling me was very good, Christopher.” His foot caressed down my leg as he pulled away. “You always need to ask for permission to come or to wait for me to give you an order.”
Hell.
How was it so normal to him?
“How are you taking this so well?” I hated the fact that my brain could think, but it was probably a good idea since we were in public.
He shrugged. “It’s not shocking. Maybe that isn’t the word, because yeah, I was surprised, but it’s not hard to handle or understand. I know you probably thought people would be horrified, but I think it’s hot.”
He was a constant surprise.
“And now that I’m starting to figure you out, things are making more sense.” His foot moved again so it was just resting against mine. “This is much better than what we had going before.”
Oh yes.
“What else do you have to do today?” He reached down and picked up his slice again. “You were always dashing out of the room when I came in, so I have no idea what your schedule is.”
I took a slow breath and tried to get my desire under control. “I need to study later, but other than that, I’m good. Tomorrow is my long day.”
He smiled, a mix of naughty and nice. “Good. Then we don’t have to rush through anything. What’s your stance on cock cages?”
My head hit the back of the long bench seat, and I groaned, bringing my hands up to rub my face.
Ethan laughed. “Yep, that’s a yes.”
I sighed, setting my hands on the table, and lifted my head to give him a confused look that just made his smile widen. His voice was sexy and a little rough as he continued. “Did you know they make them for long-term wear?”
Hell.
“I…” Yes, but I wasn’t sure if I should tell him that.
He licked his lips and glanced down at the table like he could see right through it to my hard dick. “I think you need a safeword.”
Hottest sentence ever.
“Red, yellow, green.” Thinking wasn’t required for that.
He chuckled. “That was easy. Perfect.” Then his expression turned serious. “You understand that I won’t be mad if you use it, right? I’ll only be upset if I find out later that you wanted to use it but didn’t.”
I nodded. “I understand.” He still looked uneasy, so I reached across the table and took his hand. “Promise. My brain doesn’t always work when I get…distracted, but if I’m upset or nervous about something, I’ll tell you.”
He squeezed my hand. “Good. This is something that will only work if we both trust each other. I need to know you’ll tell me if I do something you don’t like, and you need to know that I’ll listen to what you need.”
Maybe I was stupidly naïve, but my only fears had been about what he would think. Once it got through my confused brain that he didn’t hate me and found it hot, I’d stopped worrying about anything else. “I know. You’ve never done anything to make me think I shouldn’t trust you.”
Sure, I’d built up what he might say in my head, but even when he’d just assumed I was a crazy basket case, he’d never done anything to be mean. If he’d said he would do something, then he had. End of story. This wouldn’t be any different. Well, different, but I couldn’t see everything changing like that.
He smiled and squeezed my hand. “Good.”
When he released my hand, I grabbed my slice again. I had a feeling I would need the energy later. I almost choked when Ethan changed the subject. “Am I going to be invited to your Friday movie fest with your buddies this week? As your boyfriend, I’m not sure you can just leave me home.”
The image of Ethan meeting them had the pizza going down wrong. Concern flashed across his face, but when I coughed and managed to get it down, he smiled. “No choking unless it’s on…something of mine, slut.”
That started off another round of coughing as he laughed.
He was going to kill me.
When I could finally breathe, I leaned back and gave my pizza a narrow look. Maybe eating wasn’t worth it. I wanted sex before I died.
Ethan was still chuckling when he picked a piece of sausage off his slice and held it up for me. “Maybe I should just feed you myself.”
I wasn’t sure exactly what his perfect, sexy mind was thinking, but my brain had visions of crawling around after him because as his pup I could only eat from his hand.
“Christopher.” Ethan’s firm word had me jerking.
“Sorry?” His expression said I’d done something wrong, but I wasn’t sure what.
He shook his head. “Even if you’re fantasizing, you can’t play with yourself.”
I felt a blush hit my face like a train. Forcing myself to stop moving, I took a deep breath. “I’ll be good.”
He looked sexy but skeptical. “We’ll see. That cage is starting to sound more reasonable.”
Fuck.
“I…” I had no idea what to say to that.
Could I really walk around campus with a cage on my dick?
Evidently, Ethan thought so, because he just grinned and reached to pick up his pizza. I watched his lips widen and stretch around the slice as he slowly slid it in his mouth. Everything he did was hot. How could I not react?
“They…don’t…hurt?” Probably not what a sane person would have asked, but I wasn’t going to feel bad about it.
“No, they make varieties for long-term wear. It won’t hurt, but you won’t forget that it’s there.” He licked his lips slowly. “I wouldn’t want you to forget.”
Hell.
Suddenly I wasn’t as hungry as I had been earlier.
How much longer would he want to eat? He’d said he wanted to take me on a date, but when would we get back to the dorms? Dating was good, and I knew once my brain was working completely I’d appreciate it, but staring at him, all I wanted was privacy and to see what he would do to me.
“Are you full?”
The slightly random question seemed to make sense to Ethan because he grinned as he nodded. “No, and neither are you. Finish eating, Christopher.”
Or what? Would he punish me?
He gave me a long look as I squirmed before shaking his head and saying, “No more.”
Shit.
“Sorry.” He was going to end up doing something drastic if I couldn’t get that under control.
“No, you’re not, but if I have to make sure you can’t play with yourself, then I think you will be sorry.” His words were rough, but the look on his face said he wouldn’t mind it either.
That didn’t help my predicament.
“One more piece?” I wasn’t that hungry. I wouldn’t starve.
Ethan laughed. “No, Christopher. You’re going to need energy for our walk.”
Walk?
“What?” I may have said that too loud because he chuckled again.
“We’re on a date, remember?” He reached out and ran his finger over my hand. “I’m not going to rush our first date, Christopher.”
He really was trying to kill me.