Communication was incredible.
“I’d leave them on you for a while, but I want you to be able to relax completely and not think about anything else but me and your submission.” Tate’s sexy words had my brain whirling as he leaned down and dug under the sink for a washcloth. “I don’t want dirty undies or a sticky little cutie to distract you.”
He wanted to have all my attention.
“Yes, Master.” I leaned back into his chest as he straightened and waited patiently while he got the washcloth damp.
Completely relaxed.
Not thinking about anything else.
Just focused on him and my submission.
“Does your plan involve subspace, Master?” That was the only thing that made sense and I knew I was right when Tate gave a naughty chuckle as he brought the cloth to clean up my mess.
“I hope so, but I realize that’s not always possible.” Tate shrugged as he softly wiped around my cock. “So we’re just going to relax, and explore something new, and see what happens.”
“I like exploring.” And I liked getting cleaned too. “I want to be the one getting washed next time. I like this.”
Tate chuckled, kissing my neck as he finished getting the cum off me. “How about we run you a bath later and wash you that way?”
That was a wonderful idea.
“Then I don’t have to share the shower and I still get all the attention.” I wouldn’t end up with bruises either. “Can I have bubbles?”
He gave a teasing scoff and rolled his eyes as he looked at me in the mirror. “I wouldn’t have bought you the bubble bath for Christmas if I didn’t want you to use it.”
“Yay.” It was going to be perfect. “And we don’t have to wait for bedtime because other people get clean different times of the day and being in a relationship changes bathing rules too. My mother made sure I knew that.”
Tate nodded, kissing the side of my head. “I’m glad. You’re going to have to tell me later all the stuff she made sure you knew. My parents were not as thorough as yours.”
Ah, that explained a few things.
“Okay.” I didn’t mind educating him…especially if it got me more orgasms. “I like telling you what to do, so it’s not a problem.”
Chapter 10
Dean
“I like telling you what to do, so it’s not a problem.”
Joel’s ridiculous response had Tate growling. Just hearing them flirt and tease made me hard, but that sound was amazing, and whatever Tate did next to make Joel giggle made it even worse.
“Brat.” Something about Tate’s sexy voice made me picture him nibbling on Joel’s neck. “We’ll see who’s going to be giving the orders.”
Tate.
There was no doubt in my mind about that.
I might get there eventually, but it came naturally to him. Tate didn’t even have to think about it. He just took in what was happening and started giving orders.
Thinking back, that might’ve been the reason it’d been hard for him to live with Joel the first semester. Joel hadn’t given Tate anything to work with and he had no idea what to do with the shy introvert we were sharing a room with.
But now he knew exactly what to do with Joel…and me.
That was too weird to think about, though, so I was going to focus on Tate and whatever he was going to do with Joel.
Thinking about Joel and Tate probably should’ve been weird too, but it wasn’t. No, they were something else entirely, but besides erotic, I wasn’t sure I could define it.