Chapter 5
Arnie
Breathtaking.
Jamie dances as if he’s the only one in the room.
He wears a metallic gold jockstrap; his skin glitters under the lights as he sways to the sensual music.
The matching makeup dances under his eyes and swirls up his cheekbones.
There are painted shapes over muscle outlines that sparkle, making them pop.
His hands travelled up his torso, taking their time to dance intimately against his skin.
They meet his neck where he fans them out dramatically.
Grey eyes snap up from the floor, and for a second, I wish he had caught me.
The pole now in front of him, he grips it for his first move. I can’t keep my eyes off him as he takes to the music, his body curving around the pole as if it’s an extension of him.
Staying by Mags, I’m too stunned to move. Either to leave or to move closer, I’m unsure.
I was wrong.
So utterly wrong about Jamie.
Provocative, sexy Jamie.
“He’s good, huh?” Mags says in my ear as he leans up. I nod without moving my eyes from where they are set on my new student.
How is this the same Jamie that lost his keycard and got locked out of the library this afternoon?
The boy who looked lost, lonely. Was he messing with me?
Or was this his persona at work? My brain seems to have a harder time catching up than my body.
Swirling lust weighs heavily in my stomach as the show continues.
Jamie is sultry and sex personified as he takes over the whole stage.
He must be making great money from this.
Happy to also admit I was wrong when I commented on him letting himself go from the gym.
He looks fitter than I do as he dances on, his body writhing, muscles popping.
All that’s missing is a crown for this golden prince.
Jamie grabs the pole, grinding slowly, almost elegantly. Throwing his head back; eyes closed like he’s enjoying every second up there. He’s calm, collected, and utterly flawless in his confidence to work the stage.
But there’s a problem. He can’t know I’ve seen him.
This dynamic will never work if he finds out I saw this without his permission.
I tap Mags on the shoulder, telling him I need to get back; he pulls an understanding smile before patting my hand and turning his attention back to the Adonis on stage.
Crossing back to get my car from Cheeks, I headed home, still flustered from seeing Jamie in that environment.
Never usually a gambling man, I would have put money on this being the last thing Jamie was spending his nights doing.
I’ve arranged to see him in a couple of days’ time back at the library, but I have a feeling I’ll be seeing his face everywhere until then, especially in my dreams.
***
It’s been two days, and I was right, I’ve been dreaming nonstop about two writhing bodies together, covered in glitter.
Moaning.
Wanting.
I feel like a teenager again, and I need to get it together. I don’t act like this. Ever.
I need to remain controlling of the situation and do what I’m supposed to do, which is tutor Jamie in whichever way works to get him to see his potential here at the university. Although now that I’ve seen what else he’s capable of on stage, I’m unsure what course of action is needed.
Shake it off, I tell myself as I take the stairs to the fourth floor, where Jamie should already be waiting for me.
I messaged him an apology about rushing out on him later that night after I got home from Cheeks. He didn’t reply but saw the message.
He’s in the same cubicle as last time, his books out, and he’s hunched over his laptop, his fingers flying over the screen as I approach.
“Something exciting?” I ask as I take a seat across from him. Lavender makes its way across to me, and it takes everything not to groan as I inhale it. What the hell is going on with me? So, he’s hot; it’s not like he’s the first guy I’ve seen in a sexy jockstrap that’s grabbed my attention.
“Just one of my class papers; I forgot I had another question to answer over the page,” Jamie states, his eyes not leaving the screen.
His ugly glasses are back on, and I take a minute to check him out as he types on.
Baggy clothes again. Is he ashamed of his tight, muscular form?
He has a full Adonis belt, thick thighs that lacked any hair.
His ass was sculpted from squats, not just dancing.
“Don’t worry about me, Jamie, I’ll just sit here I and wait, shall I?” I had to get my mind off his ass; being rude seemed to help that.
He looks up at me, and a pink blush appears on his cheeks.
“Uh, sorry, let’s get on with it then. I sent you my answers back,” Jamie tells me reluctantly.
Oh, I know he sent his answers back. This is one of my favourite parts.
I eye him with an evil smile, and he covers his chest with his arms across himself.
Watching, waiting for me to make my move.
“So, obviously, you now know that this is….an unconventional way of tutoring. I want you to know that whatever happens here is confidential; we are both consenting adults, and you can say stop whenever you need to. I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to, Jamie.
You are free to walk away, but I ask that you take a chance.
A chance for me to help you in a way that I promise will work for you.
You need to want the change, but seeing as you signed the forms and filled out most of the questions, I’m going to assume you are happy for us to shift into this dynamic? ”
I study him while I speak, and he doesn’t look to be breathing as he sits wide-eyed, taking it all in.
“Jamie? Are you in agreement?” I ask, leaning a little towards him . Not to intimidate, but to see if he’s okay.
I don’t want to overwhelm him, but I need a verbal consenting answer so I can move on to our first lesson.
“Y-yes. I signed the forms; I am committed to change. I agree with the dynamic, but I’m not kinky, Arnie, and I’m not, I mean I’ve never…. I’ve never done anything with a man before.”
“That’s okay,” I tell him.
“No, I mean. Will this be a…. sexual kind of thing?” He’s picking at the skin between his finger and thumb. Obviously too scared to look up and talk about this like an adult.
“Do you want it to be sexual, Jamie?”
There’s a level of teasing in my question.
Some D/s relationships weren’t sexual. I never slept with my previous subs that I punished, even if they begged me to.
I did, however, allow them release if they needed it.
I’m not one of those Doms who love the no-coming rule.
You’re enjoying the pain? Fantastic in my eyes.
He looks up at me, licking his lower lip before biting into its plumpness.
“I... maybe,” he admits.
YES. Yes. Music to my ears. I can’t wait to see that tight butt in a jockstrap again. I can’t wait to see his tears. But first things first. Before I get ahead of myself.
“Okay, well, moving on to your answers then, Jamie, I think you are a kinky fucker. So, I need to disagree with your previous admission. You might never have had the chance to explore it before with anyone, but I’m already seeing from your green markers that you see yourself as a submissive.
You also put green for all impact play, which leads me to believe you could be a pain slut.
With a sprinkling of a praise kink, given how much effort you’ve gone to with your homework. Perfect start.”
Jamie’s answers on the written question parts scored high for all the things I suspected. He might not have known what his answers meant when he wrote them, but I was seasoned at this.
Taking a chance, I scrape my knee against his. He gasps at the tiny contact. I slide my hand under the table and up his thigh, squeezing it midway, and hear another delicious gasp that’s almost a moan.
“So responsive, Jamie. So good.”
His eyelids flutter shut for a second. I remove my hand, and his eyes fly to mine. I smirk and lick my tongue across the tops of my teeth. Huffing, he looks to the side, away from my gaze.
“Okay, show me your worksheets, Jamie. Then, we will schedule our next session at my home.”
“Your home?” Jamie almost shouts, and I chuckle.
“Yes, my home. I might look scary, but I live in a house, not a cave.”
“I didn’t say you lived in a cave,” he says, sulking.
This is going to be fun. Reaching across the table, I rub my thumb up and down his cheek. He leans into my touch, and I want to give it to him more than he knows.
“Is that glitter on your face, Jamie?”
Turns out I just couldn’t help myself.