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“I just want to preface this by making it abundantly clear that I was not eavesdropping.”
Olin let out a dry laugh. “Okay.”
“Daniella was over at our place the other night—I was in the room! Just so we’re clear that this isn’t some spouse related game of telephone.”
“Why are you giving me all of these disclaimers? Just say it.”
“While I was in the room,” Michael went on. “Daniella said she’s been thinking about Duke a lot lately.”
“Did she say anything else?”
“Just that she doesn’t know how it’ll work.”
Olin thought for a moment. He lived his life quietly. Even when he was photographed with Duke and Michael, most people thought he was just some random guy. Michael was famous and recognizable, but Duke was on a whole other level. Olin tolerated a camera. Duke had to beonninety percent of the time. The other ten percent, he was in the studio, being on in a different way. Olin couldn’t imagine what it would be like to date someone like that. He understood why Daniella had cut and run, but if she was having second thoughts…
“Have they spoken at all?” Olin asked.
“Pleasantries here and there when they ‘run into each other’ thanks to Kayla, but I don’t think they’ve really talked.”
Olin shrugged. “I’m not suddenly some kind of relationship expert. They are adults. I would say we should let them figure it out on their own.”
“But…?”
“I am also an adult and I couldn’t find a woman I was compatible with on my own. Meegan mentioned that she told Duke to call Daniella when he gets off tour.”
“I’m gonna tell him the same thing. It’s silly for them to be apart.”
“If they are into each other, yeah,” Olin replied as Chef Nana arrived, a host of servers behind her, ready to present them with their first course.
* * *
Meegan felt like a mad woman. She’d been away from Olin for, like, thirty-six hours and she couldn’t handle the idea of going thirty-six more. By the time school pick up started, she had already made up her mind. She was going to take Olin up on his open invitation to spend the night at his house. He was still in the air when she texted him back. She’d answer his questions about arranging an orgy with members of the Kings’ top line when she finally saw him. Thank god he’d landed not long after she’d messaged him and told her he and Pam would be waiting whenever she was ready. It felt like years by the time they finished pick up. She headed across town, packed her overnight back and then drove to Olins’s house.
He was in the alley, waiting for her again, and the moment Meegan saw him, she almost threw her car in park on the spot and ran to him. It was bad. Real bad. She managed to park her car safely in his garage before she pounced on him. It felt so good to be back in his arms and kiss him. They took Pam for a walk and decided to just order pizza. Meegan smiled as Olin told her about how much he hated Eric Parks, even though she had no clue who he was.
She smiled even more at how animated he got when he told her about the lemonade and the mac and cheese they’d had in Vegas, and Chef Nana’s overall hospitality. He promised to take her back whenever her schedule allowed it. He listened intently to her thoughts on the Duke and Daniella situation and offered his own. She clarified that he didn’t really need to approach the Kings’ management with an indecent proposal. She just liked the idea of getting fucked by a bunch of guys in jerseys and she liked the idea of him watching even more.
Over dinner, they finally went through their checklists together. Olin told her he was happy to see that they’d already covered a few things she wanted. Forced pleasure, bondage, teasing, begging, pain. And Meegan was even happier to see how open Olin had been with his selections. He was interested in being on the receiving end of clamps and cock cages, edging, scratching, biting and even tickling. She was going to have some fun with that. He was too adorable when he said he wasn’t ready to jump right to pegging, but he was open to Meegan using her fingers and eventually toys on him as things progressed. He wanted Daniel to train him in using a flogger, a crop and a paddle. A whip seemed like a bad idea.
She showed him what she planned to wear to the holiday party at The Club. He told her he was seeing his tailor on Tuesday to finalize a black on black situation and he couldn’t wait to see how good she looked. Then he showed her the Oxfords he’d selected from his tailor as well and she knew it was time for them to head up to his bedroom. She was glad she’d brought one of her butt plugs along with some lube and the big pink ribbon. They kissed some more and then Olin stripped her completely naked. She walked him through inserting the plug in her ass and then he finally touched her pussy.
He used his fingers. He used his mouth. He used his cock to fuck her mouth and then, finally, he slid inside her. A well-placed bite on his shoulder had him shivering through his climax.
Olin was the man for her. She knew it and she couldn’t wait to show him off.
twenty
The week went by quickly and, in a way, Olin appreciated it. Time moved differently with Meegan. It passed too quickly when they were together and dragged like hell when they were apart, but it changed the feel of Olin’s life. He’d been lonely before, even with his dad just down the freeway and Pam by his side. Aside from meetings and functions, he’d spent a lot of time alone. His days had been quiet and kind of boring, even when he kept busy, and being with Meegan made his days brighter. The loneliness was gone and, in a way, he finally felt like he had his own purpose. Making her happy, making her come, being her Dom, her boyfriend, and her man.
Olin also realized he’d never been so interested in his own body, beyond his tattoos, and how the autism heightened or ruined certain things for him. Tattoo pain was something he’d continue to investigate, but going over the checklist had made him see how his whole sexual existence had come down to masturbating the same way he brushed his teeth. He did it because he had to. He’d never thought he would think about the kind of nutting he did and how often, and all the different ways he could make it happen. He felt like a better, more fully human version of himself. It really stressed him out to think he would have continued on like that if he hadn’t met Meegan.
She’d gone to see Wicked with her mom and he’d caught up with Xeni to see the new Marvel movie. By the time he got back to his house, Meegan was on her way over with a refreshed overnight bag. He fucked her ass for the first time that night, Meegan’s soft, beautiful body bent over his kitchen island. The next morning, they took a perfect walk on the beach with Pam and then spent the day out, shopping on Melrose. They drove up to Santa Monica and stopped at the Pleasure Chest. They loaded up on more condoms and lube, and a single set of padded wrist cuffs that Meegan had her eye on.
She also picked out a short riding crop and this thing called a neuro pinwheel. The sales clerk seemed eager to demonstrate what it did, but Meegan asked to hold it instead. She stepped closer to Olin and gently drew the wheel of spikes down the side of his neck. It felt like a small spark rushed over the base of his skull.
“Now imagine, I use this somewhere else, with a little more pressure,” Meegan whispered in his ear. They ended up buying three, just to have some around. They picked up a dildo the size of a baseball bat and a feather tickler to contribute to The Club’s gift exchange before heading back to his place to relax for a while before they went to the Bette Beasley gallery opening. Relaxing, of course, meant Meegan riding him on his new couch until they could barely breathe.
Bette’s show was well attended and all but two of her pieces sold. Olin had no doubt they would be off to new homes within the week. It felt good to have Meegan by his side. She stuck with him, making pleasant small talk with attendees when the moments called for it, but she spent most of the night holding Olin’s hand or with her head on his shoulder as they stopped to look at each of Bette’s pieces. Briefly, he thought about what it would be like if they had just stuck to their agreement and this had been his first time seeing her since the gala. He’d probably still be lonely and bored, but it would be worse, because he wouldn’t know how good it felt to hold her.
