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“I’m so glad you like it. Do you need anything else?”

When they say no, I check on my other tables, then head toward the back. When I pull out my phone, Marshall hasn’t replied yet. I’ve been distracted since our first scene, hyperfocused on him. We’ve been texting quite a bit, which sometimes is weirder than the fact that I’m a cock warmer for my dad’s best friend. Even outside the sex, this is a new facet to a relationship with someone I’ve known my whole life. It’s confusing but also perfect. I like it more than I should.

I work for a few more minutes before I give in and check my phone again.

Sir: Jay…brat…sub of mine…we’ll fuck when I decide it’s time. Don’t you know that if you ask for it, I’m going to take even longer to do it?

My response is part groan because he’s going to make me wait, but part giddiness because I love conversations like this with Marshall. I love that he jokes with me and called mesub of minejust for fun. Marshall needs more fun in his life.

Me: When do I get to swallow your load again?

Sir: I’m working. Leave me alone.

Me: Then stop smiling at me.

There’s no doubt in my mind that he is. Of course, I’m grinning as well when I push my phone into my pocket. He enjoys me.

I’m just finishing out my workday when I get a call from Mom. “I have to run to the mall, and you know I hate going alone. Wanna meet me there?”

I’ve always been close to her. While she’s similar to my dad and thinks I’m not living to my potential, that I could be doing so much more, I do feel like she and I get each other a little better. Or at least, she hides her disappointment more than Dad can. Having overachieving parents is harder than most people would assume. They were in college and med school with a kid when they were my age, and I feel like sometimes they think they gave up so much to give me a perfect life, and it was all for nothing.

But I do enjoy the time I spend with just her, so I agree to meet.

We always park outside the food court and meet each other there. The second I walk inside, I see my mom, wearing a big smile. She hugs me tight, and I savor it, wondering how she would feel if she knew about me…and about me and Marshall.

“You look good,” she says, studying me the way only a mom can.

“Do I? I haven’t done anything differently.”

Mom shrugs. “I don’t know what it is. You’re brighter. Or maybe I’m being silly. Come on. Let’s shop.”

She’s looking for a dress for a dinner party she and my dad are invited to. Surprisingly, dentists party often, and coupled with my parents’ philanthropy, it means the two of them are always busy. “What do you think of this one?” She holds up a long blue dress.

“No way. You’re young and hot. You’re not wearing something that looks like a grandma dress.”

We chuckle as I help her sort through the racks. Nothing grabs our attention, so we head to a second store, where she finds both a black dress and a pink one that are maybes. I wait outside the dressing room while she tries them on.

Sir: I wasn’t smiling.

Me: Whatever you say.

Sir: I think you want a spanking…and not a fun one either. You’re being very sassy again.

Me: Yes, Sir. My butt is ready for whatever you want to do with it…fuck it…hint, hint.

“What do you think?” Mom asks, and I fumble my phone, trying to hide it and hoping like hell she didn’t suddenly get super vision or the ability to read minds.

I pick my cell phone up from the floor and look at her. She went with the pink dress first. “Huge maybe. Dad will love it on you, but I’m not totally sold on the color.”

“Okay, I’ll try the black one.”

She disappears into the dressing room, and I immediately look at my phone again.

Sir: But I enjoy your mouth so much. You can’t talk when it’s stuffed with my cock. It’s quite peaceful.

I snort out a laugh.

Me: You’re a mean, mean Dom. The sound of my voice is very peaceful…Sir.

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