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“Number twelve, Sir,” Jamie answered, his muscles already starting to relax and his skin to tingle in anticipation of impact.
Kit nodded. “Get your things and come along, then.”
Jamie rushed to grab his rucksack from the settee, where he’d left it earlier, and followed Kit and Sir. The three of them started out of the parlor and across the front hall to the door. Jamie kept his head down and followed behind the two doms as they stepped outside and started down the path toward the cottages.
He’d been to Hadnall Heath for events like this enough times that he didn’t have to worry about locating his cottage. He didn’t have to worry about anything, which was part of the point of the whole thing. He could just enjoy himself without the burden of deadlines or classes to prepare or taking the weight of his students’ worlds on his shoulders.
And as an added bonus, he could help someone else find his way in this kinky world as well.
“Here we are,” Kit said as they reached cottage twelve. He barely looked at Jamie as he said, “Key?”
Without a word, Jamie shuffled his rucksack and pulled out his registration envelope so that he could hand the key card over to Kit. Kit opened the cabin’s front door, then handed the key card over to Sir.
“A good place to start is to give you this,” he explained as Sir looked at the card questioningly. “Whether J has access to his cabin or not is up to you.”
Jamie sucked in a small breath. He’d never taken things quite that far during a weekend like this, but something about handing that degree of control to Sir felt right.
“How do I know if it’s too much?” Sir asked with a concerned look. “I don’t want to take things too far.”
“J will tell you,” Kit said with a shrug. He turned to Jamie and said, “Your safe word is ‘Freud’, isn’t it?”
Jamie’s mouth twitched. “Yes, sir.”
“Freud” had been a joke between him and Kit from ages ago. Sigmund Freud had been the only thing Kit knew about psychology when they’d first met, and Jamie had spent an hour explaining all the reasons why Freudian psychology was insufficient, misogynistic, and vague. Kit had been so amused by his vehemence that he’d made Jamie use “Freud” as his safe word when they’d played—and he’d deliberately pushed Jamie in order to make him use the word—and it’d stuck ever since.
Kit turned back to Sir with a nod. “There you go. Now that’s settled, I suggest you begin by ordering him to get naked.”
The usual rush of adrenaline that Jamie felt when a dom gave him that order was joined by the inexplicable giddiness that had him on the verge of breaking character. Judging by the sudden smile that came to Sir’s face as well, Kit’s brusk but humorous tone was having the desired effect of loosening him up as well.
“Go on, then,” Sir said, nodding to Jamie. “You heard the man.”
There was a reason scenes like this were called play. As Jamie walked to the bed in the one-room cottage and set his rucksack on it, he felt the same lightness of anticipation that most people probably felt when they were getting out a Monopoly board. The kink scene was supposed to be fun in addition to feeding a deeper, often darker need to feel more. Otherwise, what was the point?
As soon as he put the rucksack down, Jamie bent to untie his shoes, then toed them off as he unbuttoned his shirt. He always dressed just a little too formally, as if he might be asked to address a class at any moment. It was part of his style, and he used it to his advantage. There was something undeniably sexy about unbuttoning a shirt that you just couldn’t get by yanking a t-shirt off over your head.
He folded his shirt carefully once it was off and laid it on the bureau beside the bed before undoing his trousers and removing those and his underwear as well. The whole time, he was acutely aware of Kit and Sir watching him, as if they would grade him on how well he undressed.
Jamie was determined to get top marks in everything, so he undressed quickly and without making a show of it, although some doms liked the show. His observations of Sir so far told him that his new friend was the sort who would rather get straight to the point, but that could have been because he wasn’t quite comfortable in his dom skin yet.
As soon as he was naked, Jamie stood gracefully and openly in front of the bed, eyes straight forward, waiting for his next command. He watched Sir out of the corner of his eye as the young man looked at his naked body and flushed. The rush of knowing he’d caused a reaction in his dom and that Sir liked what he saw sent Jamie’s blood pulsing. That included pulsing into his cock, which twitched a little and started to fill, as if it wanted to put on a show.
Kit glanced to Sir, as if he were waiting to see how much guidance Sir needed. Sir seemed to understand that Kit wanted him to take the lead.
“Good,” he said, nodding at Jamie, then glancing to Kit briefly like he wanted to see if he got it right. “Truly lovely.”
There was a brief moment when the air sizzled and the hum of expectation enveloped all of them, then Sir stepped forward, his eyes still on Jamie’s body. And so it began.
Jamie relaxed, settling into his standing pose and letting his breathing become slow and steady as Sir walked a quick circle around him, visually inspecting him. He’d long since stopped questioning why having someone with wicked intentions toward him ogling his body turned him on so much, or why being touched intimately and invasively by that person brought him a sense of relaxation and calm instead of panic over any potential danger. It was so much a part of him and had been for so long that he just accepted it.
When Sir paused behind him to stroke his hands over his back, Jamie flinched slightly, then breathed into the touch. Sir swept his hands over his shoulders, then down to the small of his back, then around his arse, as if learning him through touch and showing him that he was owned. At least temporarily.
Jamie peeked at Kit, breaking into an indulgent smile that would absolutely have gotten him punished if Sir could see it. Kit was in on the communication, though, and raised his eyebrows as if to say, “Aren’t you happy with my new find?”
Jamie was happy. Right from the start, he could feel that he and Sir would be a good match as play partners.
He schooled his expression as Sir walked back around to stand in front of him and to stroke his hands up Jamie’s arms, then over his shoulders and down his chest. His touch left prickles of excitement in their wake that had Jamie catching his breath.
When was the last time he’d felt so excited to play with someone new? Usually, handing himself over to strangers brought a level of anxiety with it that gave him an entirely different experience in a scene, but the feelings he was getting from Sir pushed a unique and new set of buttons.
