Chapter 7
Arnie
Jamie is soaked, but that doesn’t matter.
He’ll be out of those clothes soon enough.
I made us an early lunch so that we could talk.
I wanted to give him one last chance to back out.
This lifestyle isn’t for everyone, and with Jamie lacking any support outside of our dynamic, it could lead him to forgo boundaries for himself.
I reviewed the list he sent me, and our compatibility is just delicious.
The plan today is for him to get comfortable around me, do some worksheets, and hopefully, do a scene.
There’s also the topic of his job, about which I have some questions involving his use of glitter on that dancer’s body.
So, maybe he will confess his dirty little secret once he realises, I want to help him, not hinder him.
I don’t want Jamie to fail, but where would the fun be if he didn’t need to go through a punishment scene. His peachy, hard butt will be pink if not purple once he goes home tomorrow.
To prepare for his arrival, I had the attic cleaned and all the furniture I’ll need set out and ready.
I don’t want to push him too hard, but I want to see him spread out if I can.
I lick my lips and wait for him in the kitchen.
I might not be entering into this sexually, but I’m only a gay man.
If there’s a semi-naked man in my house, then I’m going to enjoy every second.
He’s quick, and he meets me in the kitchen in no time. He looks a little nervous, but otherwise he's his natural self.
“Sit. Eat.”
I watch him as he pads across to the island where I’m seated on a bar stool, and he sits on the one next to me.
He smells of lavender again, and it’s intoxicating to say the least. I picture him naked, rolling in a field of purple lavender as the sun beams off his pretty paleness.
Fucking hell, I have it bad for this boy.
“Did you make this?” Jamie studies the plate in front of him as if it were some kind of puzzle to be solved.
I laugh a little, “Yes, everything apart from the brioche.”
I made us Eggs Benedict with the eggs Euan dropped off to me this morning, first thing. The perks of having a friend whose boyfriend is a farmer. Jamie eyes the food on his plate and then wastes no time digging in.
“Wow, this is outstanding, Arnie. Thanks. You really didn’t have to go through the bother of feeding me.”
“Yeah, right, Jamie. I bet you’re eating like a king in your dorm,” I reply sarcastically. He noticed the hint of teasing, giving me a fake scowl before tucking into his meal. Something about him here, eating in my home sends a primal thrill through me.
Once I’ve finished eating, I wait until he is also finishing up before I push on the reason he is here.
“So, have you changed your mind? This is your last chance before we start. I don’t want you to think now that you are here that you can’t still say no. We are consenting adults, and I always want open communication, understand?”
I try to get my point across without seeming demanding. The truth is, I haven’t done this with anyone in a long time. I tutor for Simmons without all this, but he saw something in Jamie that screamed needing my help in this way. Simmons told me that Jamie seemed a natural sub.
If he wants to drop the D/s dynamic and only have library tutoring, that’s still an option. It was written into the agreement he signed and sent back.
He is aware of this potentially becoming sexual. I’m getting half hard watching him squirm under my gaze so I hope he will be on board.
He takes his time before telling me his decision by sipping slowly on the iced glass of orange juice I pressed fresh this morning.
“I don’t think so. If I can say stop or no. I…trust you. I’m not sure why, but my gut tells me you won’t hurt me or do anything I don’t want you to, so yes. I’m still all in.”
His response stuns me a little, but I don’t show it on my face. I nod but leave his statement hanging in the air between us.
I wait until he is done, then offer him a coffee to enjoy while I clean the dishes away and wipe down the worktops.
“You have a really nice home, Arnie. How old are you, by the way?”
Jamie’s voice is quiet, but his gaze on mines is fierce and determined. He’s pushing himself despite the nerves. I think it’s time to start our session.
“I’m 27, Jamie. I got my home as a fixer-upper from my inheritance money. I was in foster care after my parents died, and I lived here while doing it up with some friends of mine. I know that you’re 22, a runaway, and are now all alone in this big, bad city. Failing classes and life.”
Jamie opens then closes his mouth, but I cut in before he gets the chance to talk.
“How about we get started? Follow me, and we will sort out what you’ll wear when you are here.”
I smirk and slip past him, inhaling that delicious fear now radiating off him as I go.
I pad down the hall leading off the kitchen and up the small steps to the large bathroom I have down here. Jamie’s curls are still slightly dripping from the rain when he enters behind me.
I open the cabinet under the sink and pull out a range of items that he will need.
Jamie is shuffling back and forth at the door; I roll my eyes as I tug him inside and close the door behind us.
“Shower every time you come here. This will be the bathroom you use. There will always be fresh towels and underwear for you to put on. You’ll use one of these each time in the shower too.
There is printed instructions, but I am more than happy to help you with your first time using it,” I grin as I hold out the rubber bulb for Jamie to take.
He coughs and a pink hue goes over his lovely skin as he realises what he’s holding. Embarrassing him might just be my new favourite thing.
“No, that’s okay. I can do it.”
He doesn’t look convincing, but as much as I enjoy teasing him, I don’t want to go too far and ruin our fun before it has started, so I just nod as I move on to the other items.
Arnica gel, razors, and nipple clamps sit on top of the pile. Jamie raises an eyebrow, waiting for an explanation. I indulge him.
“I may or may not ask you to wear the clamps after the shower, but I will let you know when you arrive. Arnica gel for your sore little tush after any punishments, and the razors, we will get to when we need to. Leave your clothes in the hamper over at the door, and we will sort them before you leave tomorrow. How does that sound?”
I smile at him as if I want to devour him. He stares at me a moment longer, his gaze falling to the floor before nodding. Oh, he’s precious. Definitely submissive.
“Get yourself cleaned up, and I will come get you in a bit. Pass me your phone.”
He hesitates but then takes it out of his jeans pocket and passes it to me. I placed it in one of the drawers beneath the sink. Then I take out my own and place it inside too and lock it.
“No videos, photos, or interaction with the outside world while here, Jamie. I always want you alert and in the moment.”
With that, I waltz out the door and close it behind me. I head back to the kitchen to make myself a coffee. I perch on the stool I was on before, and from here I can see the bathroom door straight down the hall.
Goosebumps cover my flesh as I relish the thought of what Jamie is going to do for me next. I hope he’s ready.