Page 59 of Please, Sir

I shrug. “I’m around high schoolers all day. I cannot bring myself to use slang or curse words if not absolutely necessary.” I wave him off. “Anyway, I broke up with Michael.” As much as I feel comfortable sharing with Jake, there are some memories that can stay folded up and hidden away. Some things that I’d love to never relive, admit or discuss. I don’t want it or him to color the way Jake sees me, and I don’t want it to alter the tone of the night. Dark details can do that, and I just want to get to know Jake a little bit better and maybe (but definitely) put my spare panties to use. “They didn’t like it, even though I had a really good reason.” I ignore the rush of heat in my cheeks at the mention ofthe reason. “They decided to make me feel like my reason was foolish because their surname means something in Willowdale.”

“They didn’t support you,” he summarizes.

“Correct. They did not.”

He moves, standing over me to extend a hand. He pulls me to my feet, running the calloused, work-worn surface of his palms along my bare stomach. “I’m sorry that happened.”

I shake my head, no longer wanting this discussion to color our small window of time together. “I’m sorry I showed up here like that. That wasn’t fair to you.” I lick my lips, wetting them, inviting him for a kiss. Desire flares between my legs as he takes my bait, leaning down, pressing his mouth to mine. My heart catches fire. A feeling more intense than anything I’ve experienced explodes inside me, sending a surge of heat through my limbs and down my spine. His lips are soft, but his kiss is powerful, his tongue guiding mine.

When our lips manage to part, there are a jumble of things I want him to know, dancing like hot coals on my tongue. “Something about you, Jake. I don’t know. I feel… outside of myself or something when I’m with you, but also, I feel like I’m more of myself than I even recognize.”

His dark eyes search mine. “I know.” He strokes a thumb down my side, electrifying my skin.

“I want to feel your toys,” I whisper, my mind circling on the sinful cabinet in his garage. The cabinet represents everything he’s wanted, his most hidden urges and carnal desires–and he’s only ever shared it with me. And now there’s a growing ache inside me, one that can only be eased by giving myself over to him. “I want to know what it’s like to hurt for someone, in a good way. I want to show you how strong I can be for you, and I want to know that if I end up weaker than I think, that you’ll be there.”

I can’t believe I’m the one speaking these things, begging for him to whip my flesh and mar it until he’s satiated, to bend me to his kinky will and contort me until we’ve reached bliss together, in our own, twisted way.

“What else do you want?” he asks, his voice dark and silky, like solace in the shadows.

I remember the side of the road. What it felt like to be at his feet, on my knees, waiting to have him in any way that he let me. The feeling of surrender, his thing to be used, to be the solution to his problems. “I want to be bound, on my knees, for you. I want you to show me pain and introduce me to your pleasure. I want the memory of you and your toys on my flesh.” He brings our mouths together, and this time, his groin sinks against mine, his cock coaxing me. “I want to be yours to use.”

He smooths his palm down my arm, studying my eyes. His scent overwhelms me, his touch dizzies me, and theunderstanding that echoes in his gaze has me falling for him. “Why? Why do you want that?”

I shake my head. “I can’t explain it.”

“Neither can I,” he says. “I’ve been making those toys out there for years. Dreamed of using them for years, too. But the dream wasn’t constant, wasn’t something I could really see becoming reality. Not until I found you and your splinter at the Gray barn that day.”

He remembers that day, too. Hair rises up along the back of my neck, and I grip him a little tighter, his biceps hard beneath my palms. “Red if I need you to stop, yellow if I need a break?”

Jake stares at me for a quiet moment, an invisible force between our bodies drawing us nearer. “Okay.”

Heat fills my face as I reach my only point of hesitation. “I’m not sure you’ll… fit.”

The serious edge on his features wanes, leaving a subtle smirk behind. “Miss Riley” he croons unintentionally, making my core pulse, my pussy ache. “I’ll fit, alright. And when you’re so full of my cock that you can hardly breathe and you can feel me in your stomach, that’s when I’ll sink the rest of the way inside. You’ll find out that not only do I fit, but I’m a perfect fit for you.” He licks at my lips before kissing me again, his mouth working along my jaw and down my throat, covering my pulse. “I’ll make you see stars.” He doesn’t say it’s a promise, but still, it sounds like one. “I’ll make it fit.”

I nod. “Please, sir, I want that. I wantyou. Now,” I murmur, turning my head as he fills his palms with me, making my belly hum. His lips explore the valley between them before tracing the wide curve of my areola with a rough fingertip. He flicks gently at my hardened, hungry nipple. “I loved seeing my come on you. You looked goddamn gorgeous.”

I reach for my pants but he stops me. “So eager,” he says, ghosting the words over my shoulder as he walks around to stand behind me. “I like it— how much you want me. I can feel it radiating off you,” he says, tugging my hair to the side, exposing the back of my neck. Desire stalks up my arms, centering my chest, making my heartbeat grow tacky. My vision grows dark around the edges as he weaves his hand through my hair, tugging my head back by my scalp. He sinks his teeth into the top of my shoulder, and my pussy aches at the feel of his bite, the first mark he’s leaving on me tonight. “I cansmellhow much you want me.”

My mouth is dry but I manage to lick my lips, and reach behind me, searching for him. With a fistful of his shirt in my hand, I tug, and his lips land on the back of my ear. “Okay, okay,” he groans, gently but purposefully grazing his cock against my ass. “But not here. I’m not doing this in my kitchen.”

He spins me to face him, traces of a smirk on his lips. “You know where my bedroom is. Go there, get naked, and wait for me.”

I don’t need to hear it twice. I make my way back to the front door, and from there, toe down the hall to the large, closed door at the end. My pulse skips with each step I take, and I know when I take my clothes off, my panties will be a sticky, wet mess. I cannot believe just a few months ago I didn’t even know this man and tonight, I gave myself safe words because I am desperate to be pushed, to be tested, to be his pleasure, his cure.

Maybe Jake is my reward for enduring a man like Michael. Maybe I’m Jake’s reward for raising his daughter alone. Maybe fate is real, and this is what it looks like. I don’t know. I don’t know what’s happening between us, and I trymy very best not to apply logic or run it through the filter of society’s norms.

I like and want Jake, and those two things are quickly merging to create a feeling far more powerful. Far more permanent.

And he hasn’t even been inside me yet.

In his room, I find the bed made, same as the night I was here before. The closet door is cracked, the light on, letting faint yellow spill across the dark wood floor. It smells like him in here, musky cologne, fresh linens, no frills bar soap, mouthwash, and maybe even a candle. The bathroom door is also cracked, a small light glowing inside. I push into the space, finding a small plug-in light near the sink and a candle on the center of the counter top, unlit. The wick is trimmed neatly, and that comes as no surprise that Jake even takes proper care of his candles. I can’t help myself. I pick it up and bring it to my nose, inhaling the rich amber scent. Knowing he’s going to be in here in a minute, I forgo nosing around and slip out of my jeans and panties, carefully hanging them over a bar in the bathroom, on top of plush bath towels. When I’m completely bare, I slip out into his room, gasping at the sight of him.

He stands with his back to me, broad and muscled, and completely naked. His ass and thighs are a shade lighter than the rest of him, but my attention shifts to the sightbetweenhis legs. Swollen, full, his balls hang idly, and with them, his cock, a little hard but a lot huge. My stomach clenches in anticipation, and I continue taking in his physique, his gorgeous body composed of lean, taut muscle. The ends of his hair curl slightly, and when he realizes I’m in the room, Jake turns.

We stand a few feet apart, both of us completely naked.

Hanging from his hand is a leather flogger. He lifts it up,using his other hand to tug at some of the tails. “The first few of these I made, I had to test on myself. I used deerskin, because it’s really soft. And I thought I’d want the tails soft, and that if I struck with power, those tails, as soft as they were, might sting.” He lowers the flogger, his eyes rolling closed as he moves it over his cock. As long as the tails are, his crown hangs past the them, pink and shiny. My insides clench and a tingle spreads through my groin.

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