Page 59 of A Haunting at Keystone Manor

“I think that’s what that means, yeah.”

“Jake, that’s a huge step. Are you sure you’re ready? Today was a tough day, and I don’t want you doing this just to try and prove something to yourself, or to me. I love what we do, and we don’t have to change that.”

He runs his hands through his hair. “I know that. It’s something I’ve been thinking about for a while now. I love what we do, too. Fucking you is amazing. But he was the last person in me and I can’t stand it. I want it to be you instead. I trust you and I want to do this with you. Not just to prove a point, but to make new memories. Better ones.” After a minute he adds, “Plus, I’m always the one doing all the work. Maybe it’s your turn for a change.”

I walk up to him and wrap my hand around his necklace, giving it a gentle tug. “Ooh, you’ve got jokes. I’m rubbing off on you.” I waggle my brows at him. “Okay, we can try this, but if you change your mind you have to tell me, and we’ll do something else. I’m not going to hurt you, and you’re not going to push through with something you’re uncomfortable with. As your Dom, you will obey me on this. Understand?”

He rolls his eyes, smiling softly. “You’re not my Dom, we’ve been over this. But yes, I understand. I need you to take control right now."

“Okay, but you need safe words. We should have done this before. Do you want to use the traffic light system? Green means you’re good to go, yellow means slow down, and red means everything stops immediately.”

“Yeah, I like that. Sounds simple.”

“Take off your clothes then, I want to make you feel good.” He has his clothes off before I do, and I instruct him to lay on the bed. He obeys. “Good boy.” I crawl on the bed next to him, not touching yet. “First, I’m going to suck your brain out through your dick. Once I’ve done that, I’m going to make love to you. Face to face. I love watching your beautiful face, you’re so expressive when you come.” I trail a finger down his cheek.

“That sounds good.” His throat bobs as he swallows and I can tell he’s nervous. I’m nervous too.

“I’ve never topped anyone before. What if I run out of steam halfway through?”

He laughs. “Then I’ll take over, brat. I’ll flip you over and finish the job.” He gently grabs the finger I have resting on his cheek. “Now, I think you have a job to do…”

Before long I have him relaxed under me as I prepare to slide inside of him. I spent more time than was probably necessary preparing him, but I’ll take no chances when it comes to his comfort.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes,” he moans. “Fuck me.”

“Color?”

“Very green.”

With that, I slowly sink inside of him for the first time, carefully watching for any sign that I need to stop. Feeling him around me is the best thing ever, I decide. I rest my hands on either side of his rib cage, keeping my weight off of him as I fuck him. His head is tossed back, hands gripping his pillow tight, and I continue to study his face as I make him feel good.

“Who’s fucking you right now?” I ask, cupping his chin and forcing his gaze to meet mine.

“You are. Alex,” he moans, and it’s almost my undoing.

“I’m about to come,” I say, studying the sharp line of his throat he has bared to me. “Work your cock for me.” He does as I command, and we both come at the same time. I flop down onto his stomach, boneless, and he wraps his arms around me.

“That was perfect, thank you,” he whispers into my hair. I hum in agreement.

“Don’t get too used to it. I don’t have the physique for strenuous activity,” I say. “I’m a pillow princess at heart.”

“You are not a pillow princess,” he laughs. I don’t have the strength to argue with him. “You’re also not a Dom.” That perks me up. I straddle his waist, sitting gently on his lower stomach.

I tweak one of his nipples, and he lets out a yelp before grabbing my hand. “When will you accept that you’re my submissive boy-toy?” I ask him.

“Does it feel submissive when I’m fucking you?” he retorts and lifts his hips off the bed a little, jostling me. I put my hands on his chest to steady myself.

“I’ve told you before, position doesn’t determine dominance. I allow you to submissively fuck me.” He belly laughs at that, and I grin. I like making him laugh.

“I think we may have to agree to disagree on this one, brat.”

“It’s sir, Jake. Sir.” I lean down and cover his body with mine, kissing him breathless.

Chapter thirty-five

Meet the Parents