Page 55 of His Gift
Why not take that a little farther?
“Go into the bathroom and draw a bath for us,” I ordered him. “I want you naked and kneeling next to the tub by the time I get in there.” Yes, I’d been reading up online about how Doms behaved with their subs.
Of all things, Enzo actually looked relieved. “Yes, Master,” he said, his eyes sparkling mischievously.
“Go!” I snapped, pointing to the bathroom.
Enzo scrambled to do as I said. I checked the kitchen area one last time before walking slowly after him into the bedroom, giving him a head start. As the water turned on and ran in the bathroom, I took off my clothes and put them away. I loitered in the bedroom for a bit until I heard the water turn off, then I squared my shoulders and stomped into the bathroom like we were playing some sort of scene. Because, really, we were.
The sight of Enzo kneeling so perfectly beside the full, bubbly bathtub had my cock twitching with interest. It was almost comical how calm and happy Enzo seemed when he had been so tense all through supper.
“Into the tub you go,” I said, gesturing for him to get in before I followed.
“Yes, Master,” Enzo rushed to obey, although he looked a little confused. “Are you sure you don’t want me to get you all warmed up before we take our bath?” he asked, nodding to my slowly increasing cock.
“No,” I told him firmly, getting in the tub with him.
“I give an amazing bathtime blowjob, you know,” he added as we both sat in the water. “I can hold my breath for?—”
I pressed my fingers to his lips as we settled sitting facing each other. Enzo cheekily sucked my fingers into his mouth the way he liked to do. It was a tempting invitation to play, but it was also a distraction from what I really wanted.
“Tell me what you’re trying so hard not to tell me,” I said, removing my fingers.
Enzo let out a breath, his shoulders sagging and his character dropping. “It’s so embarrassing,” he mumbled.
I grabbed his legs and pulled him forward until he was straddling my hips. It was a good thing the bathtub was large.We were able to sit with our legs curled around each other like a basket, which also meant Enzo couldn’t squirm away or avoid me.
I clamped one hand around his jaw and forced his head up so he had to meet my eyes. “Tell me. Who was the guy under the streetlight?”
“Rick Deluca,” he said quietly.
I remembered the name from before. “And who is Rick Deluca?”
“Honestly, I don’t really know for sure,” Enzo said, gazing guiltily up at me. “He’s some guy I ran into at a bar when I was feeling particularly sorry for myself.”
I grunted, filling in the story for myself. Not a dating service after all. He was some seedy alpha cut from the same cloth as Enzo’s dad who probably wanted to get with him, possibly in a threesome with some other alpha?
I was wrong.
Enzo’s face flared red. “I was having a really bad day. More bills had arrived, Mr. York was giving me a hard time at work, and Mr. Tindall was being his usual creepy self. I made the comment that I wished I could just sell myself to some Dom who would run my life and take care of everything so I would never have to think or worry about anything ever again.”
“Enzo,” I said warningly.
He looked even guiltier than before. “Rick said he knew someone who dealt in omega trade.”
“Enzo!” I couldn’t believe my clever, brave omega would even consider something so dangerous and horrible.
Then again, he did belong to the Dark Fantasies Club. Enzo’s idea of what was acceptable wasn’t on the same page as mine.
“I never told him I wanted to go through with it,” Enzo insisted, his words gaining a little strength. “I only said I would think about it. I…I joined the omega auction because I wanted tosee if I could really go through with something like that if it was real.”
“And could you?” I asked, trying not to feel hurt.
“No!” he insisted. “That’s what meeting you taught me. There’s no way on earth I could ever actually be a sex slave.” He paused, looked deliciously coy, and said, “Unless I was your sex slave.”
“But this Rick person thought you were serious,” I said as the pieces fell into place.
“Yeah, even though I insisted I wasn’t.”
