Page 39 of Pretty Please Me
I stand awkwardly in the doorway, still wrapped in my oversized fluffy towel, as I watch him change his clothes, underwear and all, right before my eyes. Then he pulls a t-shirt from his dresser and motions for me to step closer.
“Come here, you. I want you to wear this tonight.” He pulls the towel away, and I stand bare before him for only a moment before he pulls the gray t-shirt over my head, encompassing me in the soft cotton that smells like his cologne. Then he hands me a pair of his boxer briefs, and I slide them up my legs, feeling cozy and warm.
He walks to his bed and pulls back the comforter. I momentarily hesitate, then climb underneath the plush cotton sheets as Sam walks around and climbs into bed on the other side.
He pulls me into him so that my head rests on his chest, and it feels oddly comfortable even though we masturbated together just moments before.
I don’t know where the boundaries are any more, and right now, I can’t seem to make myself care. All I know are the rules of our agreement and that I trust Sam with every inch of me. We’re long past the normal rules of friendship, and now, we’re paving our own path to something completely new, something just for us.
FIFTEEN
Sam
I refresh my browser as I stare at my calendar, wishing to slow down time. It’s already two o’clock, and I haven’t gotten any real work done other than making some phone calls and attending three pointless meetings that could’ve been emails.
I didn’t wake her up with breakfast in bed this morning. Instead, I snuck out before my alarm and left a note that I needed to go into the office for an early meeting. It wasn’t a complete lie, I did have a meeting with my accountant, but it was just a touch-base that could’ve easily been rescheduled. I had breakfast delivered, though, and had the delivery guy confirm when she accepted it.
I feel like a coward, but when I woke up with her wrapped in my arms, I knew I’d do something I would regret if I didn’t get out of there soon. I needed the space to clear my head and calculate my next move, our next lesson, before I got caught up in my own carnal needs.
I hang my head and close my eyes as glimmers of last night flash through my mind. I feel like a teenager with how my dick responds. But how can I not think about it? Last night was one of the hottest nights of my life, and I didn’t even touch her. Fuck, I wanted to, though.
A headache starts to form, and I rub my temples in frustration. Not touching Maggie last night was quite possibly the greatest restraint I’ve ever shown, and clearly, it’s still affecting me. But she wasn’t ready, and this isn’t about me.
Loosening my tie, I sit back in my desk chair, letting my head fall against the seat. I feel like I’m running out of time with her. Her high school reunion is only two weeks away, and she’s still so green. I don’t think I realized how much stuff we’d have to cover when I agreed to help. It’s not that she actually needs help learning how to be good at sex. There’s so much more to it than that. I just want her to feel confident before I set her free to date—and fuck—whoever she pleases.
My skin heats up at the thought of her with someone else, and I clench my jaw, not wanting to let myself go there. Of course, this is all for a bigger purpose, and of course, I’m the last fucking man to deserve her, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel protective. I am her dom, after all. It’s kind of my whole thing.
The truth is I wish I could keep her all to myself. She’d be my most prized possession, a hidden treasure I’d happily keep secret for as long as I live, worshipping and dominating her every free chance I got. But after learning about her background, everything clicked into place. It’s the reason she’s so generous and is literally the nicest human I’ve ever known. It’s why she puts everyone else’s needs before her own and why she’s never going to see her worth on her own.
The woman is too goddamn perfect, and now that I know what a treasure she is, I’ve got to be careful about how I approach this. I want her to see herself the way I see her, the way everyone else sees her. I can practically hear the clock ticking in my ear, taunting me with each passing second.
The office phone rings, and I’m thankful for the distraction.
“Jordan Properties, this is Sam speaking.”
“Sam! I’m so glad you picked up!” my dad yells into the receiver. Obviously, he’s chosen not to wear his hearing aids today… Lucky me. “Listen, I’ve got some good news. Do you have a minute to chat?”
I click open my email to reveal a full inbox that I’ve clearly abandoned for the day and decide to welcome the distraction. “Looks like I do. What’s going on?”
“Oh, good. I hoped that’s what you’d say. Now, listen, I know this may come as a bit of a surprise, but I’ve finally decided to retire. As of October second, your old man will be spending his days fly fishing and golfing.” His words come out fast, and I can hear the excitement in his voice.
I blink several times as I let it sink in. My father started his construction company from the ground up just before I was born. He’s worked his ass off building it into what it is today. It’s nothing for him to work twelve-hour days even until now as he approaches seventy.
“Wow, Dad, that’s… that’s great!” I hesitate for a moment before I press, “So, is everything okay, or are you–”
“Oh, Sam, don’t worry. I’m completely healthy. It’s nothing like that. I just thought I’d spend the last quarter of my life with Charlotte, is all. Maybe take another honeymoon, travel around in an RV. You know, live a little before it’s too late.”
My throat tightens as I think about how happy I am for him. If anyone deserves to retire, it’s my saint of a father. He’s been through so much. When my mother died when I was twelve, my dad had to take care of all four of us boys by himself, all while running a business. He didn’t meet my stepmother, Charlotte, until I left for college, but they came into each other’s lives at just the right moment.
“I’m happy for you, Dad. I really am.”
“So, listen, the reason I’m calling is Charlotte’s throwing me a big retirement party. Of course, we want you to be there. I’ve already talked to your brothers, and Charlotte’s hosting it on our property. She’s working so hard to make this special, son, and I know you're a busy man… but please, could you try to make it?”
I nod even though he can’t see me as an idea starts to form in my mind, “Yeah, Dad, I’ll be there.”
“Wonderful! Charlotte’s going to be tickled pink to have all you boys back home under one roof.” I roll my eyes, wanting to argue, but there’s no use in fighting it. There’s no way in hell my family will let me get away with anything other than staying in my childhood home.
I open Google Maps on my browser and type in his city and Maggie’s hometown’s location, pleased that my assumption was right, before asking, “Hey, Dad, you think it’d be okay if I brought home a date?”
