Page 35 of Whirlwind

In his panic, his muscles started to tighten and his leg shot out ahead of him, knocking painfully into a side table. He swung around his crutch, scrabbling for balance, and ended up banging his other knee into a chair.

His bare toes throbbed, but that was nothing compared to his mortification. He wanted to sink into the floor, and just erase the entire night from his memory. He should never have come.

Strong arms circled him from behind. He found his whole, nearly naked body pressed against what must be Eric’s soft t-shirt and rough denim. A hard length pressed against his ass, making him shiver even as his embarrassment ate him alive.

Master Eric didn’t try to pull him or make him straighten up, just curved around Micah’s back so that his whole body was warm.

Only the palms of Master Eric’s hands were cool. From carrying the lemonade, came Micah’s irrelevant thought. But they were warming up fast.

Master Eric nuzzled his ear. “Are you alright?”

“My toes will probably be bruised in the morning. But that mostly hurt my ego. I promise I can walk across a room without making a fool of myself. I just…” freaked out was how he was going to finish.

“Got a little nervous? Excited?”

“Um… kind of. It only happens when I’m really tired or emotional. I, um, realized that I forgot to tell you something. That I, uh, should have told you before.”

“Take your time, boy. Do you want to sit down first and then tell me?”

Micah shook his head. “No, better to get it over with. I, um, if you’re not interested after I tell you, I’ll understand. Don’t feel, um, obligated. I didn’t mean to lead you on.”

“Why don’t you let me be the judge of that.” Slowly, he straightened his back, bringing Micah with him until they were both upright. Because of their positions, he couldn’t see Master Eric’s face and he wasn’t sure if that was good or bad.

Micah swallowed. Then swallowed again. “I’m trans.” Oh please, oh please, oh please let him not be angry.

Master Eric’s arms tightened infinitesimally around him and then relaxed, but he didn’t let go. “Trans meaning transgendered? FTM?”

“Yeah.”

“Yes, what?”

It should have been a rebuke, but they were some of the sweetest words Micah had ever heard. “Yes, sir.”

“Anything else you need to tell me?”

Master Eric’s warm hands stroked slowly down his side. One of his strong fingers caught a metal loop on Micah’s chest and gave it a firm tug, sending a jolt through his body. Was it really going to be that easy? “I, um, haven’t really done this before. I mean, like, my ex kind of tried... I mean, but…”

The Dom licked along his neck and then nibbled up to his ear. “Oh, I could see that, boy. I’m looking forward to being your first.” He bit Micah’s earlobe.

Micah was floating at the touch, relaxing into that perfect intermingling of pleasure with just a hint of pain.

Until his legs betrayed him. Losing all tone, he started to slip down to the floor until Master Eric caught him up fast against his body.

With a simple turn, the Dom settled into the nearest chair and pulled Micah down into his lap. It was another disorienting moment, and not just physically.

Micah fought all day for control of his body, control of his life. He hated anyone trying to do anything for him. But this was completely different.

“Face me. Knees apart. Hands behind you.” Master Eric wasn’t tossing him around because he was weak or disabled. He was taking control, and it was hot as fuck.

Micah scrambled to obey. The command was less than a dozen words, but he was so horny and anxious he could barely think. Knees apart. Hands behind. Right.

Master Eric helped guide his disobedient legs into place. The black, leather chair was just wide enough for Micah’s knees to fold at either side of the Dom’s hips.

Then he looked up. He’d been so caught up in getting his body arranged that he hadn’t thought of the end result.

Master Eric’s lips were inches from his own, his deep brown eyes gleaming with desire. Their chests were so close that he could feel the Dom’s warmth. If he even drew in a deep breath they’d be touching.

Lower down… Micah suppressed a groan. The man’s cock was pressing up against his ass. He shifted slightly and it forced the packer he was wearing against his own smaller, but very sensitive, dick.

Micah clasped his hands behind him. He wanted to please this man, but it also gave him somewhere to divert all his nervous energy. He clenched his fingers together.

“Let’s talk, boy.”

Every word out of the man’s mouth sounded sinful. He couldn’t think of what there was to talk about, but if it was what his master, well his master for the evening, wanted, then he would give it to him.