Chapter Twelve
Ezra
Ezra
You weren’t being a very good boy today, puppy. Don’t think I didn’t see your tantrum during training. What’s got you so wound up?
Danny
YOU! This whole three day waiting thing is bollocks!!
Danny
And it’s messing with my head. I don’t like it
Ezra
Is waiting three days really that hard for you?
Danny
Yes!! Are you really finding it easy?
I spun leisurely in my desk chair as I tried to think of a response, glad I was the only one in the office today so I didn’t have to hide what I was doing.
That was the blessing of having flexible working.
The only reason I worked in the office as much as I did was because my shitty flat didn’t even have a table, and I was too old to work from my crappy excuse for a sofa or lumpy bed without totally fucking my back up.
And since I had a nice office, I might as well use it.
I thought about telling Danny the truth, that no, I wasn’t finding this easy. That my own rules had turned him into forbidden fruit instead of making my brain calm the fuck down and think critically about the situation.
It was barely a week since I’d told Shane I was never doing this again, and yet here I was, obsessing over the winger with puppy eyes and ridiculous hair.
And yes, I knew sex wasn’t dating. But my already less than casual approach to Danny was setting off alarms in the back of my head because thinking about him every waking hour and watching him out the goddamn window like some creepy, perverted stalker wasn’t casual.
Fuck me and my damn life. Why couldn’t I have ignored him?
At some point during our night out, maybe when we’d been drinking on my sofa, Eric had tried to suggest that maybe finding someone to fuck would help me unwind and forget about all the crap in my life for a bit, but getting involved with Danny wasn’t going to help with anything.
It’d just give me new shit to obsess over.
Instead of my divorce and bellend of an ex-husband, I’d be focusing on what I wanted to do to Danny instead.
And I was already fucking doing that, no sex required.
Ezra
No, I’m not
Ezra
Especially not when I see you behaving like that. Makes me want to teach you some manners.
That might be too far, but what even was too far at this point? I’d lost all sight of sensible as soon as I’d seen Danny sitting at that bar on his own, waiting to order his pina colada.
Hmm, he’d look good covered in cream.
He’d taste good too.
Danny
I could be good if you asked
Danny
What would you do to me if I was good?
Danny
And what do you mean by teaching me manners? Do you mean like spanking and shit?
I chuckled because at least he was direct.
But I doubted whether he could be good that easily.
Or maybe that was simply me hoping he’d let me spank his round arse and warm my cock in his pretty, bratty mouth, because that would be really fun.
Reed hadn’t wanted to do anything even vaguely kinky for months before I left—we’d barely had sex at all, which made sense now but at the time I’d blamed myself for not being there for him.
I still did if I thought about it.
But now I’d imagined doing that with Danny, the need scratched at the inside of my skull, nagging at me while flooding my brain with ideas of what Danny might look like bent over my desk or under it.
It wasn’t helpful. And it wasn’t making the situation any better.
I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as my dick hardened, straining against the front of my linen suit trousers. Exhaling, I put my hand on my crotch, trying to force my erection down but all I did was make it worse.
“Fuck’s sake,” I murmured to myself as I looked back at my desk, imagining Danny folded over it, his fingers clutching the edge as I pulled his shorts down over his arse. Would he be able to be quiet? I doubted it. He’d have to be gagged.
So much for three days’ thinking time. I was this close to sending him a video of me jerking off while I told him exactly what I planned to do to him.
Ezra
Could you? I’m not sure I believe that.
Ezra
But if you were good I’d give you the things you really want. The things you dream about but don’t know if you can ask for. I’d want you to tell me all of them, and then I’d see if I can make them come true.
Ezra
And yes, I might consider spanking you if you were open to it. But only if you were interested. That’s the thing about good sex, puppy, it involves communication and enthusiastic consent. I’d never do anything to you that you didn’t want.
Danny
I know all about consent! I’ve had sex before!!!
Ezra
Good sex? The kind of sex that leaves you breathless and shaking and makes you come so hard you forget everything else?
Dots appeared at the bottom of the screen as Danny typed. It took a while, and I assumed he kept rewriting his message.
I wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad sign.
But it did make me think I was right about him.
Guys like Danny always had the same reputation—careless fuckboys who got laid as easily as they breathed and left a trail of broken hearts behind them.
It didn’t always fit, though. Sometimes it was all smoke and mirrors, carefully constructed to make it look like they were having the time of their lives and getting more pussy than they could handle.
And I had the feeling Danny’s was more painstakingly crafted than anyone I’d ever met.
Ezra
You can tell me if you haven’t, I won’t judge you
Danny
You might
Ezra
I won’t, I promise. The only promise I’ll make is to try and give you that kind of sex
Danny
I’ve never had sex like that. Thought everyone was making it up and just kinda went along with it. Like sex is fine but that’s it. Sorta thought more reaction was kinda fake, like porn.
Danny
It’s different if it’s just me though. A good wank feels better than a fuck usually
Danny
I’ve never told anyone that. You won’t tell, will you?
Ezra
Of course not
It made my heart ache to think of Danny getting all worked up about admitting that, like it was something to be ashamed of.
Bad sex happened to everyone, and people didn’t magically become sex gods as soon as they started fooling around or fucking.
But there was this belief, especially around men, that they were automatically great at it and if they, or their partner, didn’t enjoy it, then there was something wrong with them.
That was if they even considered their partner’s pleasure at all.
Good sex took practice, though, and communication. It required openness and vulnerability and the ability to take feedback and not be a knob about it or get defensive when your partner asked for something different.
And now I really wanted to throw all the rules out of the window and show Danny what good sex could be like.
Fuck the restrictions, fuck the waiting, fuck the entire act of self-preservation.
There was a gorgeous man out there who’d never had a decent orgasm with a partner before, and that was like waving a steak in front of a starving dog.
Throw in the fact that Danny was still trying to figure out who he was, what he liked, and what he wanted, and you might as well have taken me out at the knees.
He was a walking, pouting, needy fantasy come true, and my willpower had totally evaporated.
And if we both wanted this, would there really be any harm in it?
I could give Danny what he needed: a way to figure himself out and explore what good sex was with someone who knew what they were doing. And he could give me what I needed: a way to forget about my ex-husband and impending divorce.
Danny
Cheers, I appreciate it.
Danny
Is spanking fun? And does anal really feel that good?
Loads of people seem to like it and I thought it was all fake but now I don’t know.
Also do you ever like watching people? You said you’d give me things I don’t know how to ask for, but what if I don’t actually know what to ask for?
Is there like a list of things I can pick from?
Or do I just need to watch porn and ask you shit?
I chuckled to myself. We hadn’t even agreed anything was going to happen, and yet Danny was already letting his imagination run away with him. I couldn’t be upset, though, because mine was doing the same.
For a moment, I was tempted to tell him to come over tonight, but I decided against it.
I needed to set a good example, and he’d get all sorts of ideas if he thought I’d cave like a cheap soufflé when he pushed my buttons.
And while his whining, sulking, brattish moments were adorable, I wasn’t going to allow him to weaponise them against me.
Besides, another twenty-four hours would give me more time to plan.
Spinning in my chair, I tapped my fingers lazily on the arm. Danny’s questions were still burning a hole in my phone, and I wasn’t about to let them go unanswered. But typing it out wasn’t going to be as effective as I wanted.
Leaving my desk behind, I strolled out of my office and down the corridor to the men’s toilets, doing a quick scout to check for any lingering members of staff before I shut myself in one of the cubicles and locked the door.
Then I opened our message thread on Instagram and hit the microphone to leave him a voice note.
And with the other hand, I slowly unbuckled my belt.
“So many questions, puppy,” I said, smiling to myself.
“So eager. But that’s good. I want you to ask questions.
And yes, spanking is fun. At least, it is when I do it and when both people are into it.
It burns a little, but it feels warm and delicious.
Some people like the humiliation aspect to it too, some people want it to hurt, and some people like how intense it makes things feel.
It’s different for everyone, but if you want to try it, then we can. ”