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“Why is that?” Garret lightly pressed.

“I moved around a lot as a kid,” I said, still staring at my lap. “My mother never gave me much stability or structure. Maybe that’s why I feel like I have to overdo it now that I’m an adult.”

There was a moment of silence between us before Garret smiled. “I appreciate your honesty. Your background does help enlighten me.”

“Thanks?” My response sounded more like a contemplation than an assertion. “You probably think I’m just some broken guy who isn’t worth fixing.”

The last thing I wanted to do was show weakness and seem sorry for myself, but the flood gates of honesty were pouring open in the presence of Garret.

I felt comfortable gushing to him. I felt like he wasn’t the type that was going to judge me, and it gave me a sense of refuge and security. I was already starting to think like a sub. Sometimes I felt like I couldn’t play the game to win.

“I don’t think that at all,” Garret said sincerely.

“Well, at any rate, I appreciate your willingness to hear my complaints.” I gave him a meager smile.

Garret stood up. “I’m always willing to be a listening ear and a loyal friend.”

I glanced up at him. I was still sitting on the edge of the couch. Did I want to be more than friends with Garret? Perhaps even more than friends with benefits?

“Undo my pants and remove them,” Garret said as he stared down at me.

I started getting hard at Garret’s command. I tried to remind myself to do what was pleasing to him so that he would be satisfied and invite me back on a routine basis. I was desperate to see and play with his throbbing cock again.

Garret took my hand and guided it to his shaft. “Stroke it,” he urged, but not with an antagonistic demeanor that might have intimidated me.

I responded the best way I could, even though I knew he was probably left wanting more from me. I drew my hand up and snaked my fingers around the sensitive, pounding flesh of his rock-hard cock.

“Pump up and down,” he instructed. “You know what to do.”

I thought I heard a slight twinge of frustration in his voice, which frustrated me because I had just unloaded my fears and doubts about myself and here he was, making commands left and right.

I tried not to behave in a begrudging manner and vigorously pumped my fist up and down on his throbbing cock.

“That’s too fast,” he scolded gently after a few minutes of intense groaning. I must have unintentionally picked up the pace.

“Really?” I asked, peering up at him curiously.

“I didn’t tell you that you were allowed to speak,” he reprimanded.

I must have looked like a wounded bunny because he instantly softened. “I’m just trying to guide you and improve you to be who you are supposed to be,” he said.

I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant by that, but I decided to roll with it. If he wanted to guide me, I would have to comply if I wanted to stay here, feasting on his naked body in this private room.

I should have considered myself lucky to be locked away with the owner of the club. He was handsome, witty, charming, and financially stable. He was also exceptionally endowed. His girth was mesmerizing. If anything, I should have been thanking him for allowing me to play with his cock.

There I went again, thinking like a sub…

Yet, I still wasn’t entirely sold on the idea. I tried to put my mouth on his cock to show some initiative, but Garret responded by grabbing a fistful of my hair and tugging it.

I cried out, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“You are a naughty boy,” he said and clicked his tongue. “I didn’t tell you to put your mouth on my cock, either.”

“I wanted to taste it,” I said looking up at him.

“You’ll do what I tell you to do.” There was a twinkle in Garret’s eyes, and his lips curled into a devious smile.

“I—”

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