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I take another bite of my dinner and look up to find Jay talking to other customers. He’s explaining something to them—they’re nodding in agreement, his personality grabbing them tight and not letting go. He has that effect on people.

He has that effect on me.

And as always, that helps ease the pain of the rest of it, even if only temporarily.

I enjoy watching him the rest of my meal, seeing him shift and move and sometimes walk slightly bowlegged. I can’t help smiling.

Jay checks on me a couple more times, and when he’s not at my table, he often looks at me from across the room. At onepoint I see him talking to Reggie, the two of them whispering before Reggie looks over at me, one side of his mouth rising mischievously.

When I nod his way, he shoots me a wink, and Jay pokes him in the side before rolling his eyes and heading my direction.

“Can I get you anything else, Sir?”

“Just your ass when you get home tonight.”

He quirks a brow. “Home?”

And yes, I consider it his home too. I’ve never lived with someone before. Is that strange at my age? It doesn’t really matter. I just know I’ve never wanted to give myself to anyone and share with anyone the way I do with him. I wanteverything.

John flitters through my head again. Moving his son in with me before I even give them a chance to fix things makes my gut feel heavy.

“You know what I mean. And your friend is watching us.”

“My friend knows what I’m wearing, thinks you’re hot, and I believe is getting a little curious,” he says, voice lowered.

I glance at Reggie, who hasn’t stopped looking our way. I’m not opposed to the idea, though the feelings between us have changed. “We’ll discuss it later.” I pull my card out and hand it to him. “Still feeling okay, sweet boy?”

“Like always, you make me feel like I can fly.” Jay walks away, swaying his ass for me.

I’m anxiously waiting for him the rest of the evening. I can’t stop thinking about my collar on him like we talked about, the trust he gave me tonight, knowing that he’s dressed up in the things I chose to put him in.

When it’s almost time for him to get home, I take my clothes off, grab the lube, go into the kitchen, and sit there and wait.

Me: Take your clothes off at the door, everything except the things I dressed my pretty boy in, then meet me in the kitchen.

Sweet Boy: Yes, Sir.

It feels like an eternity before I hear the front door opening. A rustling sound comes from the entryway, and I smile, knowing he’s doing as his Sir said. It doesn’t surprise me when a moment later Jay crawls around the corner, rather than walking.

“The way you love being on your knees for me is breathtaking, but when you reach me, I’d like you to stand for a moment. I didn’t have nearly enough time earlier to look at you all dressed up for me.”

His cheeks pinken deliciously. “Yes, Sir.” Jay continues to crawl. He stops when he’s between my legs, my dick already plumping at just the sight of him. He stands, the bulge from the cage obvious beneath the pink panties.

“Such a pretty boy.” I draw circles on his caged cock through the panties. “These look nice on you. Do you like wearing panties for me?”

“I like knowing it’s you who put them on me… You who asked me to wear them. It’s not the panties themselves that excite me as much as knowing it’s what you want… That you were thinking about me, that you put together a whole night with me in mind, planning and preparing. It makes me feel…important. Powerful.”

My heart beats against my chest, everything inside me calling out to him. “You like knowing I’m always thinking about you. You’re never out of my mind.”

He nods. “When you plan things for us like this, it makes me feel loved.”

I cup his bulge, squeeze his caged cock, rub my palm against his balls. “You are loved…but tonight, you’re also my toy. You fed me dinner, and now we’re in the kitchen for me to feed you yours. I made it myself.” I flick my gaze toward my swelling balls. “I just haven’t decided which hole I’m going to feed you through. For now, though, turn around so I can see that cute little ass of yours.”

“God, I love this, Sir.” Jay twists, the pink lace tight across his bubble butt. Leaning in, I kiss the knot at the bottom of his spine, then lick a trail on his skin along the band of the panties. Jay moans, fidgets, and I smack his ass.

“Stand still. I’m tasting…playing…enjoying what’s mine.”

“Yes, Marshall.”

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