Page 22 of Keep You Safe
I’d see all right. I’d see all the reasons this was a bad, bad idea, but hell if I could stop the anticipation gathering low in my gut.
Chapter Twelve
Adler
“Trick or treat.”I knocked on the door to Grayson’s trailer. I’d triple-checked that I was at his place, not Kat’s, because the trailers were similar. Both were aging single-wide mobile homes with metal front steps and minimal frills. But Grayson’s had the ranch truck he used most out front while Kat’s had a pumpkin on the narrow metal porch and a little collection of gnomes next to the bottom step, fanciful touches I couldn’t see Grayson doing in a million years. Hers also didn’t have lights on, which was good because the fewer people who saw me heading in Grayson’s direction, the better.
I’d rushed through my shower, not wanting to give him enough time to change his mind about letting me talk myself into an invite. My hair was damp, and I wore my coat over a T-shirt from a previous Halloween that readHate is Boo-Sheetwith a cute little ghost waving a Pride flag.
Grayson took his sweet time before answering the door. He too had wet hair and clean jeans. No shirt, though, so I took a moment to admire his fuzzy chest and the impressive horse tattoo on his left pec. He had a towel slung over one shoulder, adding to my mental image of him all soapy in the shower. Maybe he’d also had to resist the urge to rub one out.
“Trick or treat. Give me something good to eat,” I said in a singsong voice.
“I see you’re still full of sass.” He gave me a pointed look.
“I promised to follow orders, not to turn into a robot, but I can be good, especially with proper incentive.” Something about him brought out a bratty side I’d been largely unaware of until that day at the pond. Pushing him felt so damn good though.
“Something tells me you mean to be naughty.” He didn’t sound particularly put out by the thought as he stepped aside to usher me in.
“Naughty can be good.” I waggled my eyebrows at him. Fully intending to stay awhile, I shrugged off my coat. His trailer was the typical long, narrow variety with a living room to the left and a kitchen and eating area to the right of the front door. The place was spotless to the point I wondered if he’d vacuumed for my benefit, but the furniture and decor were quite possibly older than me. The only nod to this century was a large flat-screen TV on a low stand opposite an oversized leather recliner and a floral loveseat where I set my coat.
“Naughty is gonna earn you more discipline,” Grayson warned, like that was going to stop me.
“Please.” A whimper escaped my throat. I had never played power games like this before, but want surged through me, the prospect of more of his firm tone and clipped orders making me rock hard from anticipation alone.
“You got any triggers I should know about?” His stern eyes bore into me as if he’d be able to detect a lie. “Anything you’re not up for?”
We were really going to do this. Far from warning me off, his questions made a thrill race through me.
“I’m up for just about anything you want to dish out,” I said brashly. Somehow, despite his sternness, I trusted Grayson not to give me more than I could handle and not to be cruel. Dueto my lack of experience in this area, I also didn’t exactly have a wish list beyond wanting a lot more of what happened at the pond. However, Grayson continued to look at me expectantly, so I added, “I’m not a fan of extreme humiliation and would rather not have permanent marks, but otherwise, we’re fine.”
“Oh, I’m not planning to beat your ass.”
I made a disappointed noise, and Grayson laughed, an actual chuckle from the king of somber expressions. His eyes crinkled and his mouth became softer and more generous. I’d give up dinner for a week if it meant earning more laughs from him.
“Guess we don’t need me walking funny,” I joked to keep him smiling. He’d likely dodge the question if I asked if this sort of play was also new to him, but his reluctance to hand out a spanking gave the impression that perhaps he was making this up as he went along. I liked that, something new for us to explore together beyond his obvious lack of same-sex experience. “How are you going to punish me then?”
“Figure I need to remind you of the value of a job well done and teach you some patience along the way.” Grayson stalked to the recliner, sitting down with his legs slightly spread, doing a great job of looking both intimidating and inviting. Digging a remote out of a side pocket on the recliner, he flipped on a game show of all things.
“We’re watchingJeopardy?”
“I’m behind on this week’s episodes.” His tone was conversational, like I wasn’t standing in front of him, harder than a fence post, desperate to play. “You come before the episode ends, and you won’t get your reward.”
My cock pulsed in my jeans.Let the games begin.“What’s my reward?”
“Think you can earn a riding lesson outside of the ring tomorrow?”
“Yes, sir.” I’d been getting more riding practice thanks to Kat and felt ready to try riding outside of the arena setting. The fact that Grayson also remembered what I’d asked for last time made my insides tremble with a mix of want and gratitude.
“Good boy.” He also apparently remembered how much I liked praise. The first time he’d said the words, they’d washed over me like summer rain, unexpected yet welcome nonetheless. “Come over here.”
I moved to kneel between his legs. I could easily blow him for a single game show episode. As long as I avoided touching myself, we’d be golden. But Grayson apparently had other plans as he made a clucking noise.
“Nope, not there. That’s part of what you gotta earn.” He patted his muscled thigh. “Strip and come here.”
I’d never been so eager to shed my clothes in all my life. As a bonus, me naked and him remaining partially clothed was one hell of a turn-on, making my newly freed dick bob in front of me. Grayson was far more chiseled from years of hard work, but if he objected to my skinniness, he didn’t show it as he made a low sound of approval. As soon as I was naked, he arranged me on his lap. His jeans were rough under my ass and only added to my surging arousal.
“I think I like this.” Gazing up at his face, I gave a happy sigh. If he wanted to sit like this for a whole episode, I could easily keep from coming. But then the diabolical man started stroking my sides. I made a startled noise.
