“I can’t believe he was right there and you have your hand on me.”
“Exciting, isn’t it? Now, about your needs. Are you sure about what you said before? Are you into kinky relationships?”
“I am.”
“Have you ever been in one before?”
“No,” I admitted.
“Then we’ll take it slow. You should choose a safe word.” When I wrinkled my brow he continued. “It’s a word that you won’t accidentally say in the heat of the moment, like stop or don’t. A lot of us say that when we don’t mean it. So you choose a random word, like pocket watch, to let me know that you’re at your limit or close to it.”
“We can use pocket watch.”
He smiled. “Anything else?”
“What about a long-term contract? If we’re going to do this, I want to do it right. Through The Club.”
“I agree.”
I breathed deep, filling my lungs, his easy agreement so unexpected that I couldn’t wipe the grin off my face. “I want the perks of a consort. All of them. And I want you to help me with my business.”
“Is that all?” he asked without a hint of sarcasm.
“Right now, that’s all I can think of with your hand there.”
“Good. Let’s eat, but first, unzip your slacks.”
My eyes widened. “Here?”
“No one will see a thing.”
A thrill ran through me, and with fumbling hands, I did what he asked, thankful I’d taken so much care in the shower. It was one thing to get down and dirty together, but I had a feeling that wasn’t what Caine had in mind.
When he carefully moved my underwear down so the band cupped my balls and exposed my entire manhood to the cool air, I knew I’d been right. He kept his left hand on me, stroking almost lazily. “Eat,” he commanded with an arched eyebrow, then he took his fork in his right hand and took the first bite. He closed his eyes and savored it, his left hand still deftly working my shaft until it was rock hard, then backing off.
It took everything I had to focus on the meal, which was the most delicious thing I’d tasted in my entire life. But I was distracted by Caine’s touch.
When our plates were clear, he poured us both more wine. He leaned close, his breath hot on my neck. “Do not release yourself unless I say, do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I said, my voice strangled as I fought the tension building.
When he reached behind me to call the waiter, I started to panic, but he held his hand steady and gave me a look that was clear. I wasn’t to cover myself, nor move. The waiter couldn’t see me, but my heart raced anyway. There was little more than a sheet of fine wood between the waiter and my exposed cock. It was thrilling and terrifying all at once, and if Caine didn’t give me permission to climax soon, I was going to die.
“We’ll take crème brûlée,” he said. The waiter took our plates and left quickly, but this time, Caine left the curtain open. I looked at him, squirming, but his smile never slipped. “You’re enjoying this,” he purred.
“I am, but-”
“Don’t argue,” he said in a voice that was still bemused. “The table is too wide for anyone to see you without getting down on the floor.”
“Still.”
“That’s the fun of it.”
The waiter returned in a few minutes, though it seemed like an eternity, and I was sure that he knew. Somehow. Then he was gone and the curtains finally closed again.
Caine moved his hand to my back, then slipped his fingers into my waistband. A flash of him bending me over the table and taking me right there had me shivering.
“What are you imagining?” Caine asked, lips almost touching my ear.
“You taking me right here.”
“A wonderful thought.” He kissed my neck. “But they have a no-intercourse rule.”
“They do?”
“Yes. I knew it was the only way I’d be able to control myself tonight.” He pushed my waistband down a little and I lifted my ass off the seat to help him. He chuckled, mouth still close. “You’re a good boy. I can’t wait to get you alone, but it’s not going to be tonight.”
I couldn’t help the disappointment that settled on my face.
“Don’t be sad. It will be soon, but you deserve a long-term contract before I take you. I want to do this right, even if it feels like torture for me.”
“I can take care of that for you,” I offered, casting a glance at his crotch, still encased in stylish slacks.
“Not tonight, sweet Shelton. But soon.” His finger slid down my crack. When his finger stopped on my asshole and he concentrated his attention in that area, I bit my lip and whimpered. “This is really important,” he said. “Are you listening?”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered.
“You cannot pleasure yourself tonight. Or tomorrow. The next time you come, it will be by my hand, understood?”
I nodded, then I flinched when his hand gave my ass cheek a slap that surprised me more than anything. “Yes, sir,” I said.
“You’re so good,” he said. “You can sit down again but leave your pants down until we’re ready to leave.”
“Yes, sir,” I repeated.
I glanced at his dish and almost groaned, but I held my tongue. He’d only taken two bites, and by the way he was savoring each morsel, he wasn’t going to finish anytime soon.
It was going to be the longest date of my life, but even as I bemoaned my fate, there was a smile on my face. This was a side of Caine I’d dreamed of for as long as I could remember. But it was better, and I knew without a doubt when he finally took me, it was going to be the best sex of my life.
If I managed to survive the wait.
12
Caine
I’d been tempted to end his misery in the car on the ride home, but I kept my promise to myself to wait. Despite my own discomfort, I managed to wake up feeling refreshed and ready to face the day the next morning.
I checked my personal email as I sipped my cup of coffee and finished my breakfast. My eye went straight to the email from the Monsieur, a response to my request the night before. As usual, the Monsieur was quick, concise, and efficient. The contract I’d requested was attached, and all that was left was for Shelton and me to sign it. I printed two copies, signed them both, then drove to the florist with the documents in a sealed envelope.
When I found the perfect bouquet of red roses so dark they were almost black, I selected a frosted blue vase that reminded me of the pastel-colored clothes Shelton seemed to favor, then I arranged with the owner for everything to be delivered within the hour. She smiled, handing me a card to write on while she keyed in the information.
I struggled for a moment with what to say in such a small writing space, then settled for a simple note.
Please join me in celebration of our contract. Dinner at my place, followed by a sunrise breakfast on the balcony, I wrote in tight cursive to make it all fit. Then I slid the card into the tiny square envelope and made sure it was sealed tight. I tipped the florist handsomely, then I hurried to my car with a spring in my step, ready to start my day.