Page 21 of Say Uncle

“That’s right.” My hand snaked around his hip, the tips of my fingers digging into the meat of his cheek. “My way. You may not like it—then again, maybe you will,” I laughed. “But either way, you’re gonna obey me, and you’re going to show me respect.”

“Yes, sir,” he breathed. “I’m all in.”

“All in, huh? I don’t think you have any idea what you’re getting into.”

“I think I do. And I’m telling you, I’m all in.”

He couldn’t possibly. There was no way he could guess the dark places my mind could go.

The trip was a success, with Rod and Bram catching a cooler full of mahi-mahi. Even Mattie caught one.

“I thought my heart was going to beat right out of my chest when I was reeling that sucker in. He was huge,” he exaggerated, smacking my shoulder. “You saw him, right? You’re gonna tell Nicky how huge he was?”

I covered my smile by taking a sip from my frosted bottle of beer. “So, you’re a fan of fishing now?”

He rolled his eyes. “I mean, I’m not gonna say you were right, but if I had to go fishing, it wasn’t the worst way I could spend the afternoon.”

“Right, and the fish was how big?” Every time I asked him, his hands spaced apart wider. The age-old fish story.

He caught my smirk. “Fuck off,” he mumbled under his breath. Unfortunately, for him, I had excellent hearing.

I sat up straighter, placing my beer on the deck at my feet. “Come here.” My tone was severe, not to be dismissed.

Mattie backtracked when he caught my expression. “I didn’t mean it. God, you’re so sensitive.”

“I said, come here.”

Letting go of the rail, he came closer, looking cautious, but trying to pull off his I’m-not-scared-of-you look.

When he stood before me, I pushed to my feet, so we were eye-to-eye. “I thought we had a deal.” I watched his throat slide nervously. “I show you respect, and you give it back to me.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean?—”

“What did we discuss would happen when you broke the rules?”

“That you would punish me your way.”

“That’s right.Myway. On your knees, Mattie-boy.”

“My knees?”

“Kneel,” I insisted, palming the top of his head with gentle pressure to urge him to his knees.

He sat with his ass against his heels, looking up at me with a face that made me hard, a face I would remember later that evening, when I pleasured myself. Mattie looked a little scared, a bit confused, and somewhat excited. It was a heady cocktail that tasted like desire.

I stepped right up to him, so that his face was near my crotch, and stood still, staring down into his dark eyes. Mattie didn’t disappoint. He brought his lips closer with each silent second that ticked by. I knew hewanted my cock— he’d told me twice now—but that didn’t mean he was going to get it.

“Good boy,” I praised, running my fingers through his dark waves. Then I resumed my seat, kicking my feet up on the lounge chair. I grabbed my beer and sipped slowly, taking my time, while my boy kneeled for me.

My boy. Fuck, that sounded good. I’d never had one beyond a night or two of play. Role-play, really. But this, with Mattie, was a longer arrangement. I had the rest of the summer to teach him about obedience and pleasure.Ifhe lasted that long.

“How long am I supposed to sit here?” he grimaced, squinting up at the sun.

I knew the deck had to be hot against his legs. “The longer you run your mouth, the longer you’ll sit there.” Taking another sip of my beer, I swallowed loudly and sighed, giving him the impression that I was completely unaffected by his discomfort.

Fifteen minutes passed in silence as I finished my beer. Mattie remained obedient, never making a sound. I was so fucking proud of him. Swinging my legs around to the floor, I sat on the edge of the lounger, facing him. He looked beautiful with his eyes closed and his face turned up to the sun. Long, dark lashes fanned out over his tanned skin, and pouty lips slightly chapped from the sun. I was dying to kiss them. But none of that affected me as much as the outline of his khaki shorts stretched tightly over hishard cock. Yeah, Mattie was hard the entire time he’d been kneeling. That would bode well for our arrangement.

“Open your eyes, Mattie-boy. You did so well,” I praised, brushing the backs of my fingers along his cheek. “Up, off your knees. Come sit with me,” I suggested, patting the cushion beside me. “How do you feel?”

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