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“We move in together. I don’t care if it’s at your place or mine, but I want you with me twenty-four seven for the next two weeks.”
Hmm, he wouldn’t mind that so much. He had a light workload at the moment anyway, courtesy of the summer period. “Do you have a spare bedroom I can use for my laptop and monitor? And decent Wi-Fi?”
“Yes to both.”
“Then I can move my stuff here. Your place is bigger than mine and much nicer, trust me.”
“That’ll work. Second, I set a daily schedule. We get up at six, work out, shower, have breakfast, and then you can do your thing. Lunch at one, dinner at six, and we share all meals.”
George’s eyes about popped out of his sockets. “Six a.m.? Are you insane? That’s, like, two hours earlier than my usual time.”
Jack crossed his arms. “Then I suggest you get to bed earlier and get used to it fast.”
Oh fuck, what had he agreed to? He held up his hands. “Whatever. I can do it for two weeks.”
“Moving on. Three. Every morning after our shower, you’ll present yourself to me for my inspection. Naked, on your knees on my bed, ass wide open.”
George’s cheeks heated instantly. Why the fuck was that so hot? That kind of humiliating crap should make him run for the hills, not have his cock harden within seconds. “Okay.”
“Mmm, I think we both know that’s not how you’ll address me.”
Right. He’d said it as a joke, but now it would be real. Sort of. It was still an experiment, but George would take it seriously, since Jack sure seemed to. “Yes, Daddy.”
Jack stared at him. “Say it again.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“Goddamn, I like hearing that from you. Come sit on my lap.”
On his lap? Hell, yeah. George scrambled off his seat, then discovered that the high seats were not practical for sitting on someone’s lap. Jack seemed to realize it as well because he got up, grabbed George’s wrist, and pulled him toward the living room, where he plopped down into a roomy reading chair. “Take off your pants,” he said, gesturing at George’s jeans.
Good idea. His were the tight kind that left little room to breathe—though they did make his ass pop in the most spectacular way.
“Ah, yes, better,” Jack rumbled, tugging George on his lap until he tumbled with his head against the man’s broad chest. Jack’s hand slipped under his shirt, caressing his back, then traveled to his ass for a firm squeeze. “Rule four. I’m in charge of your body, including your orgasms, and I have access to it at all times unless you’re working or use your safeword. If I need my cock sucked or just want it warmed, you open your mouth. If I need a hard fuck, you’ll bend over and present yourself to me. And you don’t come without my permission.”
Despite his easy tone, Jack was watching George intently. He was reading him, checking his reactions to make sure they were on the same page. It made George feel better, especially in combination with all the little things Jack had already done to prove how seriously he took consent. This was play, was part of their dynamic, and George could stop it at any moment.
He breathed out. “Yes, Daddy.”
“And rule number five. If you disobey, I’ll discipline you…and that will most likely involve your bare ass and my hand. Or if you’ve beenverynaughty, my belt.”
His belt? That would hurt for sure. Yet despite his mind’s concerns, George’s body tingled at the thought of being bare-assed on Jack’s lap, his butt sticking up.
“Mmm, someone likes that idea, I think,” Jack teased him.
George took a deep breath, then put his hands together in the form of a T. “Timeout.”
Jack nodded instantly, his expression growing serious. “What’s wrong?”
“Not so much wrong as… We’re exploring, right? Trying things and finding out what we like, what works for us and what doesn’t?”
“Yes. And you can stop anything at any time with your safeword. If necessary, we’ll break off the whole thing, or we talk about it before continuing. I don’t ever want you to do something you don’t want.”
George bit his lip, frowning. “What if I don’t know if I want it?”
“Can you give me an example?”
“Like, when you mentioned your belt… My body reacted viscerally, but my mind threw up big caution signs. How do I know which one to listen to?”
