Page 2 of Disciplinary Action
The man smirked, sliding his hands into his trouser pockets as he leaned against the back of the sofa. “Is this your first time doing this for money?”
“Am I that obvious?” Cal asked.
“You just seem nervous.”
That was an understatement. He wanted to kick himself. He couldn’t afford to botch this. “They gave me a lot of rules. I just don’t want to disappoint you.”
It wasn’t a lie. Cal hated disappointing people. He prided himself on being likeable. Agreeable. The good son. The good friend.
“I believe you.”
Cal gave a timid smile as relief flooded him. But it was short-lived. Gideon closed the distance between them, tipping Cal’s chin up, forcing him to meet his gaze. “If you’re having doubts, say so. It’s alright. This is a lot for somebody new. You can walk out the door right now, and I’ll never tell Hillary you left. It’ll be our little secret.”
“Why would you do that?” Cal asked before he could stop himself.
“Because playing with unwilling participants isn’t what I’m after. You don’t look like most of Hillary’s boys. I don’t want you doing something you regret out of…desperation.”
Was this guy serious? He’d let Cal walk out, just leave and keep money he hadn’t earned? It sounded too good to be true, but one look at the man’s face and Cal knew he wasn’t lying. Gideon was giving him permission to go. He’d be able to afford food and his meds without having to sacrifice his dignity. But he couldn’t seem to will his feet to move. “I want to stay. But…I don’t…I don’t know what I’m doing. I’m probably going to mess up.”
The way Gideon looked at him just then warmed Cal’s entire body, his cock hardening as Gideon murmured, “Oh, I certainly hope so.”
Gideon removed his glasses and sweater, leaving him in a white oxford shirt and tailored pants that hugged his thick thighs. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing muscular forearms. “How do you address me?” he asked, all trace of affability leaving him in an instant.
“Daddy,” Cal managed, breathless.
“What do you say if you need me to pause?”
“Yellow.”
“And if you want me to stop altogether?”
“Red.”
“Good boy,” Gideon purred, stroking Cal’s cheek with his free hand. “You’re a natural.”
Cal tipped his face into the caress, his heart tripping at the praise. Everything felt heavy like each word, each gesture carried weight. He couldn’t explain this sudden pull, this need to please the stranger standing before him, but it meant everything. He wanted to behisgood boy.
“I won’t stop unless you give me those words. Do you have any hard limits?”
“Hard limits?” he parroted, not understanding the question.
He gave a patient smile. “Things you just won’t allow? Things you don’t like and don’t want me to do to you.”
Cal’s cock twitched at Gideon’s words. He would do things to Cal. Did he have hard limits? Things he wouldn’t let this stranger do to him? He had no frame of reference other than porn. “I… No gross bodily fluids, I guess. I’m not into, like, golden showers or anything like that. And condoms. You have to wear one,” he finished, blushing once more.
“Of course. Is that it?”
No kissing.Bastian’s voice bounced around in his head, the volume increasing each time he uttered the words.No kissing. No kissing.No kissing.Cal nodded. “Yes.”Idiot.
“Yes, what?” Gideon asked, his voice a low rumble.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Once more, the man caressed his cheek. “You’re going to do so well.” Cal closed his eyes, tipping his face against his hand, hungry for his touch. The man gave a sound of approval. “So responsive. Hillary outdid herself with you.”
As far as compliments went, it was a strange one, but butterflies took flight in his belly.
“Let’s begin. Take off your clothes,” Gideon demanded. “Everything.”
