Chapter 11
Arnie
Our session was supposed to continue after dinner in the attic room, but after seeing Jamie’s facial reaction to realising what kind of Dom I might be, it was too much in one day.
He hasn’t opened up much since we met, but I don’t blame him. I think back to my monologue about being paid and him being nothing but a tutoring job, and I cringe.
I’m not even being paid for this! I’m such a douche.
Working on my people skills has always been a flaw, but it’s not normally me that points it out to myself.
I have a theory why Jamie ran from home to come to university across the other side of the country. It leaves me shaking, my jaw clenched as I picture unwanted hands on such a precious soul.
I made him a hot chocolate and wrapped him in a blanket before going back to my office briefly to get myself under control and have a minute to breathe.
I’m not sure what Jamie is doing to me, but I have this fire within me to protect him so fiercely the more I get to know him. Suddenly, it’s making me second guess my ability to get him to the finish line with his class work and life goals.
I want to help him in ways I have helped no other student of mine, whether when it’s a sub or an academic one.
I’m gone about 20 minutes when I come back, and Jamie has finished his drink, his eyelids are heavy with sleep.
He must feel exhausted after completing his first-ever scene. He did so well, and I could tell he wasn’t expecting it to be what it was.
Yes, I like to tie people down and punish them until they are sobbing with relief in a typical kink setting. I’m covered in heavy black work tattoos, an oversized physique, and intimidating. But that’s not all I am. I breathe out and make my way over to him. We can restart his sessions next week.
“Jamie let’s get you to bed. You told me you have an early meeting at work, so you need to sleep your first scene off.”
I keep my voice low and calm as I approach him and take away the blanket, prepared to lift him if I must. He grabs my wrist and tells me no in a sleepy whine.
Giving in, because that’s what I do now with Jamie, apparently.
I slid onto the loveseat behind him, planning to lie on my back until he is asleep, then escape.
But Jamie has other plans as he grabs my wrist again.
He pulls it over him like a blanket, then cards his fingers through mine and keeps them like that against his stomach.
Behind him, his action compels me to roll to my side.
His breathing evens out again, so I press my chest to his back.
His large body is much smaller in my arms. I’m not sure what to do as I’m not a snuggling person, but Jamie makes me want to.
I inhale against his neck and whisper that he’s okay, that he’s safe here, and within minutes, he’s snoring lightly against me.
Boundaries, that’s what we need. Set those tomorrow, but for now, I inch closer and let my eyes fall shut. What’s one rule broken?
***
I wake before the sun is up; my eyes immediately fall on Jamie.
He is still curled up under the blanket.
He looks young, peaceful. I revel because despite how things started between us; he seems to see me as trustworthy and my home a safe space for him.
Slowly, I brush my fingertips against his bare arm.
Trailing lines of soothing comfort on his shoulder, his back then gliding them lightly up and down his back and ass.
Is this what it’s like for Mags? To wake up with someone and see the sun brighter every morning?
To bask in the other’s scent, or their warmth?
Could I have that with this young man in my arms?
Rolling over, I get up and head to my room. I shower in my ensuite and change quickly before heading to the kitchen to make us breakfast. Jamie needs serious sustenance. I do not know how he has the energy for all that dancing when he eats very little.
It’s not long before I hear footsteps, and he appears all ruffled and in that tight white jockstrap.
Jamie in the morning is my new favourite version of him. Sleep lines decorate one side of his face, and his hair needs serious styling, but it’s just adorable. He’s rubbing the sleep from his eyes with the heels of his palms as he pads over and takes a sip of my coffee on the island.
“You can have your own, you know.”
He quirks an eyebrow at me, a cheeky look on his face.
“Where is the fun in that, A?”
He takes another sip, and I reach forward, swiping the mug from him. I hand over a fresh one.
“Bratty this morning, Jamie. And a new nickname for me? I’m flattered. That must have been some scene we did yesterday.”
He doesn’t entertain my sass, though. Instead, sticking his tongue out at me before drinking his coffee, but I see the pink hue on the tips of his ears, regardless.
“I need to leave around 9ish. Sorry for falling asleep last night. I didn’t realise how much of what we did exhausted me.”
He looks at me like I will tell him off for being tired, and I worry someone has punished him for something as ridiculous as tiredness before.
“Don’t worry about it, Jamie. You are new to this. You’re perfect so far.”
He beams at me from behind his mug, so I make my way over to him and tug him into my arms so that we are nose to nose.
“You need to take care of yourself, okay? Strip back the D/s relationship here and look at the bare bones of why I am here. It’s to support you.
So, if you’re tired. Tell me. If you need anything.
Tell me. I can and will help you anyway I can.
Especially if it means getting my hands and toys on that precious peach of yours. ”
I roll his tush in my hands and almost groan into him. It’s perfect, and I want my face down there for a closer look. Another time, I think as I remove my hands from him.
He coughs and drains his coffee, placing the mug in the sink when he is done.
“I appreciate all that, Arnie. You’re softer than first impressions would imply. I enjoyed what we did and want to continue, but I gotta change and head off if I want to catch my bus on time.”
He turns and makes his way to the bathroom where his stuff has been cleaned, dried, and folded.
When he reappears in the kitchen, I miss the sight of his pale skin immediately.
“I can give you a lift, Jamie. It’s a work meeting, right?”
He stiffens as he puts his coat back on. Shit, he doesn’t know that I know where he works. This might be his chance to tell me now that he’s got to know me better in the last 24 hours.
“Yeah, it’s in town. I’m actually a…a dancer of sorts.”
He’s looking at the floor, and I just want to eat him up.
“Okay, well, let’s get in the car, and you can stick the address in.”
I grab my keys and wallet and start opening the door, but he stops me. Chewing his lip, all worried like I’ll judge him for being an astonishing, glitter covered wonder. His lashes flutter back and forth; he inhales and then commits to whatever is going on in his head.
“It’s a place called Cheeks; I work there at night as a pole dancer and its good money. I know it’s not conventional for a man, and I know I’m not the best to look at. You said yourself, my hair — “
I cut him off by putting my lips to his. My hand on the back of his neck as my other pulls him in closer.
I don’t want him to feel any shame around me. Never with me.
That’s why I had to kiss him.
He is intoxicating, and I want him. He is more than a student; it’s like suddenly, I need him like oxygen. This has never happened to me before. I always have boundaries and rules, but Jamie is smashing through them at an accelerated pace that I can’t stop.
He kisses me back, and when I lick into his soft lips, he groans, pushing into me until I’m up against the door. We stand there for what feels like hours, licking, tongues tangled, jaws and necks nipped. I can’t get enough.
He consumes me and I him.
Eventually, he pulls away, and his chest is rising and falling rapidly.
I mirror his body language as we stare at each other.
Unsure what will happen next, I open my mouth to say something, anything that will make sense of why I just kissed him.
Will he smack me? Tell me the whole thing is off?
That it was never supposed to turn sexual and that somehow, it’s gotten out of hand.
I mean, this is not something I do with someone I’ve had one scene with, but he beats me to it.
“Wow, that was my first kiss with a guy. Can we do that again next time?” He’s touching his lips and grinning like a loon at me, which makes me grin back.
God, he’s gonna kill me and I don’t even care.
I laugh and drag him to the car. He’s laughing too as I take him to work before planning to cross the road to spill my news to Mags.