19. Henry
NINETEEN
HENRY
The moment he stops speaking, his huge muscular shoulders tense until he’s as rigid as a statue. He’s bracing himself. He’s waiting for me to tell him no, to tell him it’s too much, too intense. But the truth is, I’m not scared of what he needs.
“I’ve been dressing myself since I was a toddler. No one has ever cared where I was going or who I was with. I’ve never had anyone who was interested in receiving a text or call from me, and the only person who has ever called me a good boy…is you,” I admit.
His eyes soften, and his muscles relax a little.
“I’m not scared by you needing any of those things. I think…” I swallow thickly. “I think I’d like it if you took care of me, especially when I feel sick and tired. I think I’d like all of those things, especially the last one.”
Rushing to me, he crouches at my feet, holding out briefs for me to step into.
Lifting one foot, then the other, I let him move me, moaning softly when he cups my dick over the cotton, pushing his fingers into my crease through the back of my underwear.
He rolls my socks on, then helps me into jeans, a T-shirt, and a sweater.
Once I’m fully dressed, he takes my hand and leads me into the living room, checking his watch for the time before he pulls bacon and eggs out and makes us breakfast. He eats quickly, checking his watch four more times, before he lets out an exaggerated sigh.
“I have to go, Kitten. I don’t want to, but Buck let me leave last night. I don’t want to take advantage?—”
“I know,” I interrupt. “It’s okay. I know you aren’t leaving me. You just have to go. I understand.”
His shoulders sag, and cupping my cheek with his palm, he leans in and kisses me sweetly. “My shift ends on Wednesday morning. Will you stay at mine on Wednesday night?”
I can see from the tension in his jaw that’s not what he really wants to say, so I bravely say, “Tell me what you actually want.”
Smiling, he chuckles softly. “The moment you finish work on Wednesday, I want your ass in my car. I’m taking you home, and I’m going to feed you, fuck you, then make you warm my cock until we fall asleep.”
I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks, but I don’t look away or hide how his words make me feel. “Okay, I’ll see you on Wednesday.”
“You’re such a good boy. So much braver than me. Now I’ve given you some rules, and I expect you to obey them. Tell me what the rules are.”
My dick hardens at the dominance in his voice, and I know I sound needy when I repeat the rules he told me earlier back to him.
“Text if I go out. Let you know where I’m going and who I’m with.
Call you later and ask permission to come, then if you say yes, play with myself until I come and you call me a good boy. ”
By the time I’ve finished, I’m on the verge of exploding in my pants. I knew that having him care enough to want to be involved in my life would affect me, but I didn’t know that it would turn me on this much.
“Look at you,” he coos, collaring my throat in his huge, rough hands. “You really are my perfect boy, aren’t you?”
Leaning forward, he claims his lips with mine again, kissing me until we’re both breathless, his dick hard and pressing firmly into mine.
“I’ll speak to you later, Kitten. I love you.”
The words form on my lips, but I don’t speak them. I’ve fallen in love with him, but I can’t say it until I’m sure this can work. And that means him not holding back and repressing his controlling nature from me.
“Goodbye, Anders.”
He tenses at my words, they’re the same ones I said to him Friday afternoon, but unlike then, this isn’t the end, and we both know it.
I sag the moment he closes the door to my apartment behind him. Even just having the door between us feels too final, and for a moment I start to panic, questioning if I imagined him and if he was even really here at all.
But then I see his plate on the sink, the pans he cooked with, his scent filling the empty room. He’s gone, but it’s not over, we’re not over.
The next two days are endlessly long, and even through the texts we share, I can tell that Anders is still containing his needs. Every time I sense it, I ask him what he really wants, which seems to result in him giving me more rules, or orders, or demands. I love them all.
Each time I have to remind him that I’m not scared of his desires, I get a new glimpse into how his ex’s accusations have affected him. Oddly, the more honest and demanding he is, the more I start to believe that he really does want me.
With my new access to Wi-Fi, I do a little research into BDSM and power exchange, and although some aspects of what I found don’t appeal to me at all, it has given me some insight to Anders. He thinks his dominance is unreasonable, but the more he wraps me in his control, the more secure I feel.
Each night—just like he ordered me to—I call and ask him for permission to come, and even though I get the feeling that sometimes he wants to deny me, he still says yes, then listens attentively as I slide my fist up and down my dick until I come.
After I finish, my fingers and belly decorated with my release, I hold my breath and wait for him to speak.
“Jesus, Henry. You’re such a good boy. I love you so much.”
I miss him. It feels stupid to miss someone I barely know who was a stranger two weeks ago, but I do. I miss him so much. So much has happened since we met; so much has changed since he walked into the diner and sat down beside me.
I truly am his in every single way, and the only question left to answer is if he’s mine. All of him, and not just the sanitized version of him. I’ll only accept all of him, and although the last three days have helped us move in the right direction, I can tell he’s still holding back.
When I’d agreed to see him after work on Wednesday, I’d forgotten that he didn’t know about Parker’s crazy wedding plans. So instead of going straight to his place after work, I find myself staring at him across the courtyard at the Rockhead Point courthouse.
He looks gorgeous, dressed in a button-down and slacks, his hair loose, the long strands so blond and luscious that it takes me a moment to blink out of the haze his appearance has shocked me into.
“Hello, Kitten,” he purrs when he reaches me, cupping my cheek and kissing me without even glancing at all the people who could be watching us.
A part of me worries that we shouldn’t be doing this. That outing ourselves in public is a mistake, but then his fingers collar my throat, and I exhale, relaxing into his hold.
“Kiss me,” he growls against my lips.
His demand silences all of my doubts, and I do as he says. I kiss him, curling my fingers into his shirt and clinging to him as he devours me for the entire world—or at least half of Rockhead Point—to see.
“God, I missed you,” he sighs against my cheek as he pulls his mouth from mine, sliding his hand down until he’s holding my shoulders.
“I missed you too,” I whisper.
“I think I need to take a page out of Knight’s book and quit my job so I can follow you around twenty-four-seven,” he says, laughing softly.
“I don’t think I’d hate that,” I admit, forcing myself to be honest, because I’ve spent our time apart pushing him to do the same.
“Danny’s on his way,” someone shouts.
Taking my hand, Anders leads us over to the front row and sits down, pulling me into the seat beside him and tugging me closer until our thighs are plastered together.
“If this wasn’t a wedding, I’d make you sit in my lap,” he growls against my ear. “Are you hard for me? Did you wear the briefs I brought for you? Did you follow the rules? Because no one but me gets to see how excited you are.”
Yesterday afternoon, there’d been a delivery waiting outside my door when I got up to my apartment. It’d been more of the Calvin Klein underwear Anders likes, only instead of the boxer briefs he’d gotten me before, this time it was several pairs of tiny briefs.
When I’d asked him about them, he told me he’d gotten them for me to wear when he was on shift.
He said that when I had them on, it’d feel like he was holding my dick and remind me that I belonged to him.
He told me to wear them today, and he was right, the cotton shape of the brief cups my dick and balls, holding me in place, making me feel… owned even without him touching me.
“I’m wearing them,” I whisper.
“Good boy.”
Placing his hand high on my thigh, he starts to rub his thumb softly up and down, not touching me provocatively, but driving me insane all the same.
The wedding goes off without a hitch. I was concerned that Danny might not be on board with a surprise wedding, but instead of hightailing it back up the mountain, he’d strode down the aisle and gleefully said, “I do.”
After the ceremony is finished, Anders pulls me to him and kisses me again, before he turns me, wrapping his arms around me from behind and slowly grinding his hard cock against my ass.
“When we get home, I’m going to bend over the kitchen table and eat your ass until you can’t stand. Then I’m going to fuck you until you can’t breathe,” he promises.
But instead of taking me home, he takes me to the reception, which is being held in a party tent on the Barnetts’ property.
Teasing me relentlessly, he leads me around the room, introducing me to his work colleagues, the Barnetts I haven’t already met, their extended family and what feels like a million other people.
Each time he refers to me as Henry, his fiancé, and once or twice I think he even introduces me as his future husband. It’s stupid to be excited, but the way he’s claimed me, even if it’s not true, makes me feel warm and fuzzy.