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John is the last thing I want to talk about, but I know where this question is coming from. He wants to know because if hisdad has a problem with me being kinky, what happens if he ever finds out about Jay?

“I told him. He kept trying to set me up with people. I think he wishes I’ll settle down, marry someone, and…live the life that’s best for him, I guess.”

Jay huffs. “You and me both.”

“It comes from love.”

“I know, but that doesn’t change how it makes me feel, just like I’m sure it didn’t change how it made you feel. My dad is a good man, but he has a hard time understanding anything if it’s not exactly what he would do.”

I can’t say he’s wrong.

“You didn’t have to tell him, though. That’s yours. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, but you could have kept it to yourself.”

It’s so interesting talking to JT—Jay—this way. While we’ve had many conversations over the years, they were different, less personal, not as deep or grown up.

“I don’t like lying to him, and it felt like lying.”

“What you’re doing with me is the same thing, then.”

“Yes.”

“But you’re going to keep doing it?”

“We already discussed this. More than once.” I season the chicken.

“Yeah, well, not in terms of the lying angle. I feel bad, but I’m selfish enough that I’m not going to argue with you about it.”

I chuckle. “You’re not selfish, sweet boy. Now let’s stop talking about your father while you’re naked, shall we?”

Jay joins me in the laughter, joyful and honest. “I’m with you on that. What was your favorite part about today? I want to make sure I’m giving you what you need too.”

Oh, if only he knew that I haven’t enjoyed being with someone in a long time, if ever, as much as I enjoyed my time with him today. “You are. I loved all of it. Part of my joycomes from your reactions and the power I hold over you, so any situation where I’m dominating you and your reactions are what I hope they will be, I’m going to enjoy. But if you’re asking specifics of things I like, I told you many of them already, and also when we spoke online. Having you kneel for me, making you cry, watching you lose yourself to me. Those things please me very much.”

“Holy shit, I’m getting hard again.”

“None of that. Not yet. What is Reggie studying?”

We talk about many things while I make chicken, rice, and gravy for dinner. Jay asks about my work and tells me about customers at the restaurant. He shares a little more about the other times he’s submitted. I tell him how I like to jog, but he’s more into sports for his physical activity.

When dinner is done, I say, “Go grab a pillow from the couch and bring it to me. Then wash your hands and kneel for me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

I set one plate on the table, with more food than I would eat, then grab our drinks.

Jay hands me the pillow and goes to the sink while I take a chair and set the pillow on the floor between my feet. I can’t help looking at his still pink ass while he finishes, and again, I wonder what it will be like when I take him—because I will before this is over. There’s no way I can’t fuck him and soon.

When he turns around, I say, “Come.”

Jay walks over, dropping to his knees when he reaches the pillow. I cut a bite of the chicken, put some rice on the fork as well, both covered in gravy, then hold it out for him.

“You’re going to feed me?” His brows draw together.

“No, I just thought I would hold this fork in front of your face for no reason.”

“You’re a sassy Dom. And I can get used to being spoiled like this. I like it. Why can I be so independent in some ways and such a needy little whore in others?”

Again, Jay makes me laugh. Is this something he’s always done, or has it changed with our relationship? “Both things can be true. Too many people look at the world as black or white, like everything has to be one or the other, but really, life is lived in the grays.”

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