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I give him my card, and when he comes back with it and the receipt, he has a small container with him. “It’s apple crisp, but I promise you, it’s the best apple crisp you’ll ever have. My treat.”

“Thank you…but I don’t want you to have to pay for it.” I try to give him my card again, and he places a hand on my shoulder.

“I want to.”

It doesn’t sit well with me. I know JT struggles with money, but I can see this is important to him. I think maybe he’s trying to thank me again for being here tonight. “Okay.” I put my wallet away. “I’ll buy you dinner sometime.”

“Bet.”

“Bet? The things you kids say.” I mean it teasingly, but his frown says I hit a sore spot.

“I’m not a kid.”

“I know.” And I do, but he’s still my best friend’s son, grown man or not. “Have a good night.”

JT pumps his brows. “Oh, I plan to. I have a date.”

“See? Maybe you’ll be bringing that man home for your dad to meet earlier than you think.”

He snorts. “No. Not that kind of date.”

Is he talking about a hookup? I put my hands over my ears. “I don’t want to hear it.”

“Now who’s acting like a kid?” JT winks and walks away. The strange part is he’s exactly right. And for a moment, I’d had the urge to tell him I have a date as well, but that’s not what it is. It’s not even a hookup. All I’m doing is talking to a man online.

I frown when I realize that feels like a lie.

CHAPTER SEVEN

JT

I’m naked, inmy bed, logging in to talk to FulfillingDominance.

My pulse is beating faster than normal, which is silly. I don’t know what it is about this man, how I can tell just from the short talks we’ve had that he will push all the right buttons for me. The simple scene we had together was more…well,fulfillingthan with any of the men I’ve met with before. It’s all I’ve thought about since it happened. I’ve been buzzing with electricity all day long in anticipation of our chat tonight.

I click his profile, and a message pops up.

FulfillingDominance: Good evening, boy. How did it go after we ended our scene the other night?

Warmth fills my belly. Part of me thinks it’s overboard for him to ask that. It’s not as if we were even in the same room. He didn’t touch me or put me in subspace, something I’ve never experienced but have read a lot about, but the bigger part of me is… I don’t know how to put it into words. I like that it’s important to him that I’m okay. It makes me feel special.

CravingMore: Amazing, honestly. It’s nearly all I’ve thought about since. I slept incredibly well, got out of my head, and came harder than I ever had by myself.

FulfillingDominance: Hmm…only by yourself? Not at all? We’ll have to work on that next time.

Next time. A smile takes over my face.

CravingMore: I’m naked now, Sir, if you’d like to play.

Please, please, please say yes.

FulfillingDominance: Naked? Someone was optimistic. What if I want you clothed?

CravingMore: Then I’ll get dressed right now. I want to be good for you.

When I first started having submissive thoughts, I believed there was something weird about me for feeling like that, but now I don’t. Iwantto be a good boy for another man, and that’s just who I am, even if most people in my life—or hell, in the world—wouldn’t understand it. Why do they have to understand every part of me? They don’t. All that’s important is accepting those differences in others.

FulfillingDominance: I have a feeling you’re going to be trouble.

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