Chapter 2 #2
“Because you were different, Oliver,” I tell him truthfully.
“Very different. All the other boys tried to impress me. You thanked me. You wished me and my husband well, even if that didn’t include you in our celebrations.
The only thing you wanted was to service us however we wanted, and if that didn’t happen, you let me know that my ad had left a lasting impression on you.
Even without meeting you, I had changed you.
As a Master, perhaps you can see why that might catch my eye over all the bratty sugar babies who seemed more interested in boasting than giving my husband a special birthday surprise. ”
He looks away and blinks rapidly again, something he apparently does often when he’s processing. “Oh, wow,” he says softly, meeting my gaze once more. “I wrote that in class in about two minutes and barely even checked it for spelling errors. I was just being honest.”
“I know,” I tell him, because his earnest attitude came through loud and clear in just a few words.
He nods and fiddles with the handle of his mug.
“Thank you,” he says shyly. “I wasn’t being modest. I really didn’t think you’d even read my answer, let alone reply to it.
I just knew I’d regret it if I didn’t try.
And, um…all that stuff you talked about?
I really hadn’t come across most of it before. It was, um…super fucking hot.”
His blush is back as he looks away again. I lick my lips, savoring the moment while I take a sip of tea. “Have you been touching yourself thinking about it, little treat?” I ask calmly.
In a flash, Oliver’s whole body goes rigid and his eyes look like they’re going to bug out of his skull. When he finally takes a breath, he glances around, but of course no one is paying us any attention.
The fun comes from knowing how dangerously close they could be to doing so.
“Um, yes,” he mumbles, going beet red. “Several times a day since I saw your ad.”
I chuckle and flick an eyebrow at him. “Naughty boy. If you decide to join me and Daddy this weekend, you won’t be allowed to do that again until after we’re done with you. Is that understood?”
He licks his lips, his gaze intense on me. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?” I ask patiently.
For a moment, he looks confused. Then another little shiver flurries through him and he melts in his seat a bit more. “Yes, Master,” he whispers.
Part of me wants to throw my plan out the window and drag this delectable treat home right now.
August is still at his conference, after all, and our agreement is that we can play away so long as we tell each other everything after.
But as any Dom worth their salt should know, good things come to those who wait.
So I simply shift in my own chair, doing my best to calm down the excitement going on between my legs.
“Good boy,” I tell him, and he positively glows from the praise.
Oh, I think he’s going to be very good for me and my gorgeous husband.
“Before we go any further, Oliver, I would like to ask you some questions and go over some ground rules,” I say.
He leans closer, clasping his hands together and resting his chin on them as he gives me his full attention.
Excellent. “Fully informed consent is integral to what we do, and nothing happens without it.”
“Yes, Master,” he murmurs, this time more confidently.
“Wonderful,” I continue. “While I talk, I would like you to eat.”
I gesture to the untouched cake stand, filled with dozens of tiny pastries, all different from each other. “Um, okay,” Oliver agrees, lowering his hands and eying up the display. “Are you going to have some?”
Despite my intention to keep up an authoritative demeanor, the corner of my mouth tugs up again. How adorable that he’s considering me before he digs in.
“No. I’m going to watch you.”
He pauses for a moment before apparently realizing that, yes, part of what I desire is watching him enjoying his food.
His pleasure will also be mine. Besides, he looks like he could do with a few extra meals in him.
If that’s his natural physique, then that’s absolutely fine.
But my gut instinct tells me as he nibbles on the first cake and moans that this boy doesn’t quite get enough to eat.
That kicks off all my protective instincts. But—for now at least—I tamper them down.
Tentatively, Oliver selects a miniature red velvet cupcake next and puts this one in his mouth whole, letting out another quiet moan as he chews.
A crumb of frosting clings to his lower lip, and after he swallows, his tongue darts out to retrieve it.
If we knew each other better, I would have leaned over and kissed it off for him.
Maybe next time.
Satisfied that he’s got something in his stomach with more to follow, I begin my enquiry. “Oliver. Am I right in thinking that you’ve never been a submissive before?”
He swallows and looks guilty. “Um, no, Master. I haven’t. Sorry.”
We’ve only been talking for a few minutes, but his frequent self-deprecation is already hurting my heart. It occurs to me that if I were to gag him, he wouldn’t be able to berate himself quite so often.
I shake my head. That’s a thought for another time. “No need to apologize. Your newness to the scene was clear in your reply. I appreciate honesty, Oliver. That’s why you’re here.”
He rolls an empty cake case between his fingers. “That doesn’t put you off?”
I try not to let my smile become too feral. “That tantalizes me, little treat. It’s rare I get the chance to mold someone precisely to my liking. But I trust you’re not totally inexperienced sexually?”
“Oh, no, I’m not,” he says happily, then pauses. “I mean…yes. Or…?” He shakes his head. “I mean, I’ve had plenty of fun with plenty of guys. Older guys, mostly. That’s definitely my jam. But I’ve never done anything like you’re suggesting.”
“But you’re open to it?” I clarify.
He grins bashfully, eyes on his next tiny bite. “Very open.”
I smirk, enjoying the mild innuendo. I wish I’d asked him to wear a plug to this meeting now, just so I’d know that I was already inside him in a way.
“What interests you about my proposition, Oliver?”
He squirms in his seat, eating another cake before answering.
“Everything,” he murmurs with a nervous giggle.
“I want to try having a Daddy. That’s the only part of your ad that I’ve thought seriously about before.
I’ve never had a threesome, but I like the idea of, um, being used by a couple. Like a prop or a thing.”
“You would be a gift,” I correct him softly. “A gift that will be thoroughly enjoyed and appreciated.”
He exhales and nods. “Wow, yeah. That makes me feel really special. Like nothing I’ve ever done before. Important. Is that arrogant?”
“That’s precisely the intention,” I inform him.
He nods again, a smile playing on his lips like he can’t really believe what he’s hearing.
“Go on,” I say. “What else excites you?”
He takes a second to drink from his water glass, washing down the cake crumbs and sugar from the hot chocolate. “The idea of making someone happy just by being myself,” he says so quietly, I almost don’t catch every word. “Can I ask what your husband is like? Do you think he’d, um, appreciate me?”
“I know he will,” I say honestly. “I wouldn’t have messaged you otherwise. Is there anything else you’d like to know about him before we go on?”
Oliver pulls at his fingertips, apparently debating whatever he’s about to say. “So you’ve shared subs before?” he asks.
“Many times.”
He nods. “So…is it fair to say that you’re the, um, one in charge? The slightly scary bossy one?” He throws his hands up. “Not that I’m saying that’s a bad thing! It’s actually a hot thing. But is your husband like that as well?”
I chuckle. “I’m flattered that’s how you see me, little treat. Don’t worry. And that’s a good question. My husband—August, your potential Daddy—is extremely kind and caring. We will both want to look after you, but where I will be firm, he will be soft.”
Oliver rubs his chest with a thoughtful smile. “That sounds nice.”
I wonder if he’s going to ask if August is attractive or even just for any description at all. But instead, he moves on.
That endears me to him even more.
“I like the idea of consenting once to whatever you guys want to have happen throughout the whole weekend and…that’s it,” he continues.
“You would be free to halt the proceedings at any point,” I interject, needing to make that crystal clear.
He nods. “Yeah, I assumed as much. But you know what they say about people who make assumptions.”
I manage to keep my grin reserved to a twitch of the lips. “Indeed. Would you like me to outline what it is you’d be consenting to, Oliver? In addition to what was laid out in the ad.”
“Yes, please, Master,” he says breathlessly.
I clasp my hands together and lean forward a fraction.
“You will belong to me and my husband for approximately forty-eight hours. We will have sex with you whenever we please, and that includes waking you up with sexual acts if we wish. Of course, it is our job to tend to your needs as well. You will be allowed to orgasm, but only with my permission, and my husband is especially attentive with aftercare. I will want to push you past what you think your limits are, but I will never, under any circumstances, abuse you. If you succeed in challenging yourself, you will be rewarded.” I smirk knowingly.
“And we’ve already discussed that I will also want to punish you for any minor missteps you make.
These will be for your own good and will be enjoyed by all involved. Are you with me so far?”
“Yes, Master,” he whispers, looking utterly captivated.