Page 43 of Mob Knight

“Okay. Do you want me to take you home or would you rather a ride-share again?”

I feel his already stone thighs tense beneath me, even though the rest of his body feels relaxed, and his breathing and heart rate haven’t changed. I can tell he doesn’t like the idea of me getting into an Uber or Lyft.

“I could take a cab or the subway.”

I test those ideas, and his arms tighten around me, disliking it even more than the idea of some type of car service.

“Joey, if you don’t want me to take you home—you don’t want me to know where you live—that’s fine. I can call a car from my family’s fleet. The guy doesn’t have to tell me where you live. I will promise I won’t ask, and he won’t offer. I really don’t likethe idea of you going home without someone there to guard you. Not after being with me and possibly being seen and recognized getting out of the car here or even getting into the car near McGinty’s. And after everything we just did, I want to make sure you get home safely.”

“Thank you, Cor. I’m happy to get a ride from you. I trust you if I’m willing to let you spank me and fuck me. I’m pretty sure I can let you drop me off at the corner.”

I try to infuse some lightness in my tone, but he merely nods. I doubt he’ll let me out anywhere but my front door. Despite what we just shared, I have a moment’s hesitation about him coming to my door. It seems a little foolish to worry about that now, but there’s a level of protection here at the club where there are Dungeon Masters if ever I needed them. It’d be different if he came to my apartment.

“Joey, just let me be sure you make it to your place without any trouble. I don’t have to come inside with you. I just want to know you’re safe. That’s all I want.”

“All right. Thank you.”

It doesn’t take us long to dress and put our masks back on before we make our way down to the lower level. I know we’re both watching out for Deirdre, but neither of us spies her. I duck into the restroom and grab my clothes from the locker. I hurry in case she’s still here. I don’t need a repeat of our earlier conversation.

I’m exhausted by the time we arrive at my place, and I’m glad I agreed to him driving me home. I have a moment’s worry when he doesn’t open my car door immediately when he gets to it. He reassures me everything is fine, but I let him walk me up to my apartment since it made me nervous.

“I’m glad we ran into each other tonight.”

We’re facing each other outside my unit. He didn’t hold my hand or wrap his arm around me as we left Obsidian or aswe walked into my building or out of the elevator and to my apartment. But his hand rested at the small of my back, actually touching it rather than merely hovering.

“Me too, sir.”

“Cormac. When we’re not scening, let’s stick to first names.”

I nod, but I no longer meet his gaze. He shifts to look me in the eye, but I refuse.

“Look at me, Joey.”

He might say we’re not roleplaying, but his tone says we are. My gaze snaps to his.

“Yes, Cormac.”

“What aren’t you saying? What do you need that you don’t think you’re getting?”

I put on my big girl panties.

“How often do you want to see me? And if I’m allowed to use your first name when we aren’t roleplaying, I take it you don’t want a twenty-four seven dynamic.”

“I’d like to see you as often as we can, but at least once during the week and most of the weekend. I travel a lot for work, so there may be last-minute cancelations, or times I can’t make it even though it’s a scheduled day.”

Scheduled day.

It sounds so sterile, but we’re not a romantic couple. It doesn’t have to be. But I don’t want to just be an appointment. That hurts.

“Do you want a twenty-four seven, Joey? Do you want us to check in daily? Do want a D/s dynamic every time we interact?”

If I say yes, how fucking needy does that make me after one night? I hesitate a moment too long before he shifts, forcing me to stand with my back to the wall. He cages me in again, his forearms resting on the wall. He keeps his voice low so none of my neighbors can hear.

“You are going to be a good little subbie and tell your Dom what you want. You are going to tell the entire truth, little one. If you don’t, I’ll know. Then I’ll spank you, right here, right now. If you don’t, I’ll edge you and make you warm my cock the next time we’re together before you get on your knees and swallow my cum.”

I’m ready to fall to my knees now.

“Yes, sir. If we run into each other in the neighborhoods where I work, then I want us to be Cormac and Jocelyn. But when we’re alone in person or on the phone or via text, then I want to be your sub.”

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