Page 79 of Stabby Little

But I push it down. I'm probably projecting or losing my mind like Linda said.

Ollie waves to me as he bikes down the road. "If I show up for pancakes randomly next week, don't turn me away."

25

OLLIE

Saturday, June 6th

This time, I'm here first.

I don't know why I've been itching to return. My mystery man is hot as fuck and I've definitely fantasized about him, but I've never arrived early. I typically head to the waiting room, speak to Valentin, and don my kitty outfit.

I didn't bother with that shit tonight. I snuck my kitty gear out of my locker and slipped it on in the hall. I'm not even sure if Valentin knows I'm here.

All I can think about is surprising my mystery man. The look on his face when he sees me sitting in this chair, the same chair he uses while waiting for me, will make it worth it. I can't say why I'm doing this, but I have the urge to fuck tonight.

Maybe it's because I visited Grant. Maybe it's because I felt safer than I had in a long time. Or maybe it's because I'm still in love with Grant—mentally, emotionally, and physically—but because Grant's off-limits, he'll never return my affection.

My mystery man is the only person who can address my carnal needs.

A hand on the door draws my attention. I look up to see two feet lingering in the hallway.

The door swings open andheenters.

Like our previous two times, he wears a black mask and a pressed suit. His silver cufflinks glisten in the lava lamp light, which is purple again. His hair is slicked back and his perfect Dad bod bulges out of his suit coat. He wears expensive shoes that look like they're from Louis Vuitton.

Oh… myGod. He takes my breath away. I knew he was hot from our earlier trysts, but tonight? He's dressed to the nines and possesses an intensity I haven't witnessed in anyone. His clenched fists recall Renaissance paintings of scorned gods, like he's Zeus preparing to throw a lightning bolt. I can already see the bulge in his pants, which means he was excited before he even stepped in.

I move my eyes down… and that's when I lay eyes on his socks. How strange—they remind me of a pair I saw in Grant's house. When we exited his investigation room, we swung by his bedroom and I saw them in his dresser. A pair of red socks with gold crests hung out of the bottom drawer, rolling onto the carpet.

It must be a popular brand. Lord knows I'm only making that connection because I'm still hung up on Grant. The sooner I get over my schoolboy crush on him, the sooner I can move on.

I rise from my seat. "Don't move, Daddy."

He pauses. I can tell he didn't expect me to be here early. Every other time, he's the one who's waited for me.

Not tonight. I was too excited taking control last time, and come hell or high water, I intend to do it again. The fact that I had this powerful, sexy man submitting to me turned me on more than anything I've ever done.

Stepping away from my chair, I head to the basket of sex toys to my left. The room contains every toy known to man. From handcuffs to feathers, whips to restraints. I've never experimented with these before although my clients used similar ones on the boys in Room B. My mystery man hasn't used them with me, but that'll change tonight.

I'm taking control.

I select a whip and cross the room. I run it over my mystery man's body, then wrap it around his neck.

"Strip."

His dark eyes lock on mine through his mask. "Not tonight, little kitty."

I tighten the whip. "When your kitty tells you to strip, you strip." My voice is low like it has been every other time we've met up. I don't use my natural inflection around him—I don't want him to discover my true manner of speech. It might reveal my identity. "I won't ask you again."

Two firm hands go to my mystery man's neck. They untie his tie, then drop it to the ground. They unbutton his shirt and remove his suit coat, before discarding both.

"Briefs." I don't mince words. He needs to know I'm not fucking around.

He slinks his fingers into his underwear and tugs them to his feet. He kicks them to the side.

"On your knees, kitty." He brings my hand to his shaft and wraps my fingers around it. "Suck Daddy's cock."

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