“In my defense, you popped up in Master Greer’s appreciation group, and I recognized your name and photo,” he said. “I swear I didn’t stalk you.”
I didn’t give a fuck. I was flattered by his interest.
“Did you see anything on my profile you liked?” I wondered.
He bit his bottom lip and returned the soda to the table. “Yes, Sir. So did James.”
I bet it was easier to bring James into the equation.
He cleared his throat. “But you already know that, considering he drank himself into oblivion on your team-building day.”
I hummed. “I know you two might be interested in having fun with a third, but he’s tight-lipped about his preferences.” Until today, I supposed. He’d confessed to being curious about cuckolding. “What did you like about my profile?”
The boy got squirmy and fell against my side to hide his face behind my shoulder. “That you’re a Daddy Dom and Primal Predator.”
I drew a deep breath and let my gaze travel his body. From his untamed hair down to his little toes that poked out from under the blankets.
“And what does James like?” I asked quietly.
“That you’re a dominant Top,” he confessed. “He, um…he considers himself fairly vanilla, but he has kinky fantasies. Like, he doesn’t want a lifestyle dynamic. Just fun playtime here and there.”
I reached over and combed my fingers through his hair, unable to help myself, and he shivered and slipped his arms around my bicep.
“What kinds of fantasies?”
“Ohhh, it’s embarrassing, Sir…”
I didn’t mind his embarrassment. Hell, I fed off it.
“Tell me, boy.”
He swallowed audibly. “He wants you to control him while he takes me. And, um…he wants to watch and feel humiliation and stuff. And…he admitted to fantasizing about you calling him into your office and using him.”
Goddamn.
I grabbed my cock through my sweats and adjusted it.
“Are they your fantasies too?” I asked next.
“Yes,” he mumbled, the sound muffled by my shoulder. “I wanna see him lose it. I’m a bit of a switch, you see.”
As I’d suspected.
“But I also fantasize about stuff for myself.” He became even shier when he dropped his voice to a whisper. “I’ve never had a Daddy Dom…”
I inhaled deeply through my nose and felt something strengthening within me, expanding my chest, turning me on further, reeling me in, and making me feel like a predator stalking his prey.
It was fucking heady.
I sank lower on the couch, and it brought me closer to him. His face was mere inches away from mine.
“What a coincidence—because I’ve never had a Little.”
At that, he snuck a glance at me. “Was that the incompatibility that made you and your husband break up?”
The last thing I wanted to talk about was Nathan and our marriage falling apart, but I reckoned I had to give the boy this. So far, I’d only said we were incompatible in certain areas.
“Pretty much,” I murmured, taking in his features up close. Adorable didn’t come close to describing it. “I wasn’t willing to risk hurting him by opening our relationship, and he wasn’t willing to let me have a core kink I didn’t explore.”
