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KARTER. As the elevator doors began to close, I heard his boots on the floor of the hallway. With twelve inches of space left between the closing doors, I watched Jak come around the corner. I continued to press the close button with my thumb as I waved with my free hand and smiled. Relieved to have won the race, I sighed as the elevator began to rise. He was able to run much faster in his boots than I ever would have imagined. Luckily, I caught a break in cross traffic and ran between two oncoming cars. Jak had to wait for another pause in traffic before he was able to cross the street. The sixty second head start wasn’t enough to overcome his strength, stamina, and determination to catch me. The closer we got to my five story building, the less distance separated us. At least now I would be able to lock him out of my apartment until he cooled off.
Then he could grudge fuck me.
I stood in the elevator and waited for it to reach the fifth floor. I was out of breath and obviously a little more out of shape than I had thought. As the elevator dinged and the doors opened, I sighed and attempted to catch my breath. The old elevator would have to go back to the first floor and pick up Jak, so I should have plenty of time. As I walked the length of the hallway to my loft, I smiled at the thought of Jak fucking me. Everything about him excited me, but when we made love it was almost unexplainable.
I reached into my pocket and fought to find my keys as I turned the corner toward my doorway. As I looked up, Jak was leaning on the door, smiling.
He raised one eyebrow, “Old ass? Heart attack?”
I’m fucked.
He wasn’t even short of breath. I blinked my eyes and stared. What the fuck? There was only one elevator. Navy SEAL or not, impossible was impossible, and this was impossible. I pulled the keys from the pocket of my shorts and reached for the lock. Jak continued to glare at me with the stink eye.
“How…”
Jak nodded his head toward the stairs, “Stairs.”
“You ran up five flights of stairs? Before I…” I shook my head in disbelief and didn’t even finish my sentence.
He nodded his head.
“Are you going to teach me a…”
“Lesson?” he asked before I finished speaking.
I lowered my head in disgrace. Something about playing a trick on Jak didn’t seem quite so funny now. I pushed the key into the lock and opened the door. As the door opened, Jak motioned inside and grinned.
Well, at least he’s not mad.
“Get your little ass in there,” he demanded as he waved his arm in the opening.
Maybe he is mad. I wonder what he’s going to…
He pointed to the corner and spoke in a stern voice, “Get over by the canvas you’re working on and strip down to nothing. Stand on the right side of the easel naked and don’t move.”
This is the punishment? I’ll call you old and feeble every day.
Eagerly, I pranced to the easel and pulled off my shoes and socks. After removing my shorts and panties, I realized Jak hadn’t removed anything. Wondering just what he had planned, I removed my shirt and fumbled to remove my bra.
“What are you going to...”
“Naked, Karter. Get the bra off,” he demanded as he stood in front of me with his hands on his hips.
I did my best to salute him, “Yes sir.”
He rolled his eyes and pointed to my chest, “Bra. Take it off.”
As I tossed my bra to the floor, he walked between the easel and where I stood. He turned to face the canvas I had been working on, and admired it for a moment, “Do you have the canvas you were going to start painting on for me? The one you mentioned before you called me old?”
“It’s against the wall, behind you,” I responded softly.
Fully dressed, Jak walked to the wall and pulled the blank from the floor. Standing naked, I felt awkward with Jak fully clothed. I wondered what he was going to do to me. I tried to imagine what might be next, but based on my lack of experience of being in trouble with Jak, I drew a complete blank. I didn’t want to think for one minute about causing Jak to feel old or incapable, because he was far from either. To think of him being disappointed in me caused me to feel uneasy. I wanted to make Jak happy and keep him that way. As he walked toward the easel with the canvas, he turned to me and smiled.
“Stamina, Karter. I have it. Additionally, I’m head strong. I, however, have my doubts about you. Here’s what we’re going to do. You’re going to start painting - naked. More specifically, you’re going to start painting the picture you spoke of earlier. At no point in time are you going to stop painting and study me or stare at me, do you understand?” he asked in a very matter-of-fact tone.
Somewhat confused, I nodded my head, “Yes sir. What are you going to do?”
