Mine

Chapter Fourteen

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Marshall

J ay moves to get on his knees again, and as sexy as the thought of it is, I tell him, “You can walk.” Earlier, when I said he would be on his knees while here, I hadn’t anticipated going into the kitchen to eat.

“Can I kneel for you again when we get there?” he asks, and at those words, nerve endings I didn’t know existed come alive with a snap and crackle.

“Yes. For now, go in there and wait. I’m going to put on some clean clothes, and I’ll be back.”

“So you’ll be dressed while I’m naked?”

I cock a questioning brow at him. “Is there a problem with that?”

“No. I mean, I love seeing you naked, but there’s something…I don’t want to say demeaning, since it’s not in a bad way, but something about being naked while you’re dressed reminds me you’re someone to be worshipped and I’m the one who gets to do it.”

My pulse runs wild, like an untamed stallion. “And you’ve very good at it, sweet boy. Now go—and you can clean your face first,” I say, then grab my jeans and underwear and head for the stairs. If I stay down here with him right now, I won’t get dressed. I’ll be fucking him over something instead.

I go upstairs, clean up, and put on a new shirt, underwear, and pants. It gives me time to cool down some. I’m still trying not to think too much about my connection to Jay. If I do, it will make me even angrier at myself because the truth is, I’m not sure it matters how bad of a friend it makes me, after just one time with him I know I’m not going to stop. Just like he said earlier, all it’s done is make me want him more. And for me, it’s not just about experience because I’ve had that. It’s him. Something about Jay submitting to me touches parts of me that have spent forty years in hiding.

When I get to the kitchen, he’s sitting at the table. He goes to stand, and I shake my head. “Stay there. Talk to me while I make you dinner.”

“Okay…” he replies, as if unsure.

“Tell me more about your friend Reggie.”

“We met at the restaurant. He’s a waiter and goes to school at NC State. We just hit it off. I’ve met queer people since graduating from high school, of course, but he’s my first real queer friend. Everyone I hung out with when I was younger was straight, and after that I had acquaintances, and I’ve hooked up, but Reggie is my best friend. It feels good to be close to someone who gets me.”

“That make sense. I was similar as a teenager. Moving to California was great in that way. I learned a whole lot about myself.”

I pull some chicken out of the fridge and begin tenderizing it.

“You said that’s where you got into kink, right?”

“Yeah. I knew there was something different about me before that. All my porn was kinky, and I really wanted to call people names and tell them what to do, but I didn’t understand much about it—just that it was hot to me. I met a lot of people in California who were much more experienced and helped me along the way.”

“How did Dad find out?” he asks, voice soft.

John is the last thing I want to talk about, but I know where this question is coming from. He wants to know because if his dad has a problem with me being kinky, what happens if he ever finds out about Jay?

“I told him. He kept trying to set me up with people. I think he wishes I’ll settle down, marry someone, and…live the life that’s best for him, I guess.”

Jay huffs. “You and me both.”

“It comes from love.”

“I know, but that doesn’t change how it makes me feel, just like I’m sure it didn’t change how it made you feel. My dad is a good man, but he has a hard time understanding anything if it’s not exactly what he would do.”

I can’t say he’s wrong.

“You didn’t have to tell him, though. That’s yours. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, but you could have kept it to yourself.”

It’s so interesting talking to JT—Jay—this way. While we’ve had many conversations over the years, they were different, less personal, not as deep or grown up.

“I don’t like lying to him, and it felt like lying.”

“What you’re doing with me is the same thing, then.”

“Yes.”

“But you’re going to keep doing it?”

“We already discussed this. More than once.” I season the chicken.

“Yeah, well, not in terms of the lying angle. I feel bad, but I’m selfish enough that I’m not going to argue with you about it.”

I chuckle. “You’re not selfish, sweet boy. Now let’s stop talking about your father while you’re naked, shall we?”

Jay joins me in the laughter, joyful and honest. “I’m with you on that. What was your favorite part about today? I want to make sure I’m giving you what you need too.”

Oh, if only he knew that I haven’t enjoyed being with someone in a long time, if ever, as much as I enjoyed my time with him today. “You are. I loved all of it. Part of my joy comes from your reactions and the power I hold over you, so any situation where I’m dominating you and your reactions are what I hope they will be, I’m going to enjoy. But if you’re asking specifics of things I like, I told you many of them already, and also when we spoke online. Having you kneel for me, making you cry, watching you lose yourself to me. Those things please me very much.”

“Holy shit, I’m getting hard again.”

“None of that. Not yet. What is Reggie studying?”

We talk about many things while I make chicken, rice, and gravy for dinner. Jay asks about my work and tells me about customers at the restaurant. He shares a little more about the other times he’s submitted. I tell him how I like to jog, but he’s more into sports for his physical activity.

When dinner is done, I say, “Go grab a pillow from the couch and bring it to me. Then wash your hands and kneel for me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I set one plate on the table, with more food than I would eat, then grab our drinks.

Jay hands me the pillow and goes to the sink while I take a chair and set the pillow on the floor between my feet. I can’t help looking at his still pink ass while he finishes, and again, I wonder what it will be like when I take him—because I will before this is over. There’s no way I can’t fuck him and soon.

When he turns around, I say, “Come.”

Jay walks over, dropping to his knees when he reaches the pillow. I cut a bite of the chicken, put some rice on the fork as well, both covered in gravy, then hold it out for him.

“You’re going to feed me?” His brows draw together.

“No, I just thought I would hold this fork in front of your face for no reason.”

“You’re a sassy Dom. And I can get used to being spoiled like this. I like it. Why can I be so independent in some ways and such a needy little whore in others?”

Again, Jay makes me laugh. Is this something he’s always done, or has it changed with our relationship? “Both things can be true. Too many people look at the world as black or white, like everything has to be one or the other, but really, life is lived in the grays.”

He nods. “I like that.” He opens his mouth, leans in, and takes the bite. Jay chews and swallows before I feed him another. His cheeks are pink, a floaty look in his eyes, and the half grin never leaves his face.

“You’re preening,” I say before taking a bite for myself.

“That’s because a sexy man is feeding me. It makes me feel special. Like I’m precious.”

I’ve been with countless men and women over the years, many of them telling me something similar, but the pride I feel in hearing it from Jay is completely new. It’s a sense of fulfillment that should have me calling off this whole thing right now, but instead, I reach out and hold his chin. “You are precious.” And when he grins fully, I pull my hand back and slap him.

“Oh fuck,” he groans. “Do that again. Holy shit, it’s getting me hard.”

I chuckle. “You’re not the boss here, are you?”

“Marshall,” he whines, but I ignore him, filling the fork again and holding it out for him.

We continue to eat, me feeding most of it to Jay but taking some for myself as well. He clearly enjoys it, kneeling there while he’s fed. This part is new for me. I don’t typically feed my subs this way, but I had a feeling Jay would like it, and I do too.

When dinner is done, I motion toward the sink. “Wash our dishes, please.”

“Well, that’s not fun.”

“No, but you like me telling you what to do.”

He groans. “Ugh. Yes.” Jay stands, and I slap his ass. “Ouch! Shit.”

“A little more respect, please. No ugh yeses .”

The look in his eyes changes, like he’s disappointed in himself. “Sorry, Sir. I wasn’t thinking.”

“You’re fine. Now go do the dishes so I can look at that pretty ass of yours.”

“Yes, Marshall.” He grabs the plate and heads over. I definitely do watch his cute plump ass, red from my hand, while he rinses the dishes before loading them in the dishwasher. When he’s finished, he dries his hands, then comes straight over and kneels in front of me again.

I don’t speak, just look at him. He’s such a natural, and it’s clear how much he craves it. “Let’s get you home.”

“Can I stay a little longer?”

The hope in his voice is impossible to deny. He’s going to have me wrapped around his finger, and there is nothing I can do about it. With a sigh, I say, “Follow me.”

Jay crawls behind me into my home office. I pull off my jeans and underwear and sit in the chair. “Come here. Under the desk. I’m going to work, and you’re going to nurse my cock.”

“Under the desk?”

“Is there a problem with that?”

Jay shakes his head. “No…just different. I feel like I’m in a porno.”

His silliness makes me smile. It brings a bit of levity to my life that I don’t have day in and day out.

He crawls under. Luckily, my desk is tall enough that he can rest his cheek on my thigh, taking my soft dick into his mouth and holding it there. The warm, wet suckle makes my skin tingle, but I try to ignore it, opening my email and checking it. I reply to a few, then pull up a report to look over.

Honestly, I pay shit attention to what I’m doing. It’s mostly for show because he wanted to stay and I didn’t want to deny him, but I’m also trying to remind us both what this is.

Every once in a while, I lower my hand, run my fingers through his hair, and tell him “You’re such a good boy for me,” or “Look at you, being the perfect place to hold my cock.”

Each time he trembles, looking up at me all blissed out and eager for more.

I let an hour go by before I say, “Time to go home.”

“You’re not going to use me again?”

“I think that’s obvious since I said it’s time to go home. I’ll drive you. And let me see the receipt from your ride here earlier.”

“Yes, Sir,” Jay grumbles, clearly unhappy. “You like this! You smiled knowing I still want you.”

“I enjoy seeing you suffer. You’ll learn that. And you’ll love suffering for me because it’s what I want.”

“Well, I can still be annoyed about it too…Sir.”

Another laugh jumps out of my mouth. “Go, you little brat.”

I grab my clothes and follow him into the living room. We get dressed, then head to the foyer, where his shoes are. “Sit.” I point to the bench.

Jay frowns and does. I pluck his sneakers from the floor and signal for him to lift one leg, then slip the shoe on.

“What are you doing?”

“You can’t tell?”

“Aren’t I supposed to do that for you?”

“What you’re supposed to do is trust me and stop questioning me all the time.” When I finish with one foot, I do the other. He pulls his phone from his pocket and shows me the receipt, and I retrieve the cash from my wallet and pay him back.

“I feel like you’re paying me for sex.”

“I’m not. You could have driven. I asked you not to because I wanted to drive you home, and as I said before, paying for your ride is another way for me to take care of you.”

He nods, but I can tell he’s still iffy about it.

He gives me his address, which I put into the navigation. Outside of that, neither of us speaks much as I drive him to his apartment. There’s a parking lot beside the redbrick building, and I pull into a spot.

“Text me when you get inside.”

“Yes, Sir. I… Thank you. Today was incredible. I want to do it again. I want more.”

Guilt twists up my insides, but I ignore it. “I want more too.” Holding his chin, I lean over, and for the first time, I take his mouth with mine. Jay whimpers into the kiss, letting me lead the dance between our tongues. I push mine into his mouth, tasting him, owning him, only giving what I want and taking everything he’s willing to give me. When I pull back, he’s breathless, and damned if that doesn’t go straight to my cock. “Don’t wash your face until tomorrow. Even though you washed your face I can still smell my cum on you. I want you to smell it all night. I’ll be in touch.”

He grins, biting his bottom lip. “Yes, Sir.”

“I’ll go get tested this week. Can you do the same?”

He nods.

I watch him as he enters the building, and when I can’t see him anymore, I stay until I get his text.

Sweet Boy: I’m inside. Thank you again, Sir.

I can’t help the smile tugging at my lips. I fire off a quick reply, then leave. That’s when the guilt really sets in, the truth of what I’m doing digging its claws in deeper. I’m betraying my best friend, using his son for my pleasure. You’re going to lose them all, and you’ll deserve it. You know this is wrong. You’re going to hate yourself for it.

All those things are likely true, but so is the fact that I’m going to ignore them. I want Jay too much for anything else to be an option.