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J A S P E R

I had been gone a week to visit my sister in Queens, and my wallet could definitely tell I’d been out of work for that long. Thankfully, I had my boss arranging anything possible so I wouldn’t be broke. She was pretty good at finding me work. It helped that I was the only male she had, and that made me a hot commodity. She could keep me pretty busy, but usually, I only did one call a day. It worked out nicely because often times it only lasts for about an hour and I’m gone, pocketing at least a grand if not more.

It was nice to be able to have that kind of income, because I knew as long as I did a call a day, my bills would be paid ten times over. I loved having the extra cash, but I’ll admit I have a bit of a shopping habit. I love clothes–they are sort of necessary in my line of work. You never know when you’re gonna need a five-hundred-dollar bright crimson red wrap dress that accentuates every curse, with an equally expensive pair of red stiletto strap heels, with tan pantie-hoes. And, of course, those pantie-hoes have to be tear resistant so that when I’m on my knees on concrete it doesn’t get a catch in it. Or, for a toss up, you never know when you’ll need a George Armani tuxedo and a forty-five-dollar tie with nice dress shoes.

I have to be prepared for anything in my line of work, so I need makeup, heels, dresses, nice men’s dress clothes, men’s dress shoes, jewelry for women and men, wigs, casual women’s clothes, and casual men’s clothes. And even some kinky little costumes depending on what the situation needs. I had a huge walk in closet which held all of my clothes and shoes, and a dresser that housed all my makeup.

I glanced out my window, looking out at the bright blue sky. It was cloudless, and calming. I had a great view in my condo. It’s a great set up. I have two bedrooms, one bathroom, an amazing living room, and a bomb ass kitchen for my snacks.

I sat up and scooted down to the bottom of my bed so I was directly in front of my window and picked up my bowl, packing a tight bowl of weed. I put the bowl back into the bong and grabbed my lighter, taking a long hit on it.

I held my breath, giving the THC long enough to sink in before I exhaled and leaned back on my bed, forcing myself to fully relax. It was great to be able to just let go of everything for a bit. Living in a legal state had it’s perks, and that was one of them. It was far too risky to do it in my hometown, there were too many cops that didn’t like it. But in California, it’s legal and I loved it.

My head was swimming a bit, working slowly enough that when my phone rang I didn’t fully comprehend what it was that was going on. But, as soon as I did, I picked up the phone. “Hello?” I asked softly.

“Hey Baby, found you a guy.” Markeya said to me in her usually happy, upbeat voice. I smiled a bit and looked down at my bed. I laughed softly.

“What’s his name?” I asked curiously.

“Darrek Blackwood.” She said, and I sucked in a deep breath.

“Isn’t he the owner of Blackwood Tech, and a few phone designs that are way over-priced?” I asked her and she laughed a bit, and shrugged.

“Maybe.” She said. “There isn’t any way to actually see if that is him. I can greatly suspect it, but I can’t verify it. You can when you see him tonight. He said to meet him at a restaurant called  Bar a Vin in central California at six pm.” I sighed deeply and shook my head.

“Great, he’s gonna get drunk and not be able to fuck and then it’s gonna be a huge pain in the ass.” I said softly. She laughed a bit.

“I don’t know if you’ll have that problem this time. Anyway, so you’re confirming your acceptance of the job?” She asked and I nodded after a moments hesitation. I wasn’t really looking forward to whatever this is. Usually, everything is very discreet. Meet in a fancy hotel and sneak out after it’s all done. Having dinner with him was a bit weird and uncharacteristic for the type of guys that call the escort service usually.

Because Markeya has made quite the name for herself in the underground prostitution ring, she had the ability to charge just about whatever she wanted based on what the customer is asking from us. The escort gets to keep seventy five percent while she gets just the mere 25% leftover. She has a fair amount of escorts though, and most of us work a lot. She was not a poor woman in any way. She’d became a real estate agent and had some great luck with it.

“How much am I getting paid?” I asked.

“7,398 dollars.” She said calmly and my mouth dropped. “Don’t forget my cut of it, though…” She tsked, and I laughed softly.

“It was once, and I was stoned. Besides, this is the most I’ve ever made from one job. What does this guy want?” I asked timidly.

“You know the rules. You meet them, discuss whats expected and then you decide whether or not to accept the money and do it. I’ve not an idea what he truly plans. I just price base on basic questions they answer.” She said, and I sighed.

“So what made his bill so high?” I asked nervously, biting my lip.

“He’s a kinky fellow, you should fit in with him nice. Now, I must be off. I have to confirm your meet up, and deal with an STD situation.” She said, sighing deeply and I could hear her glasses clicking on the phone screen with tiny little tapping noises. I figured she was doing her statement movement when she was upset about something–rubbing the bridge of her nose. She’d nearly rubbed it raw at one point and had to wear a little band-aid for a while.

“Okay, okay. I’ll stop questioning you. Meet you Saturday to drop off the cash?” I asked, and she clicked her tongue once and then I heard her shrug.

“Sure. See you then,” She said and hung up.

Since I’d already had a shower, I got up and went to get dressed, picking something pretty unisex, because I didn’t know this guys style or what he wanted me to wear. Keya hadn’t given me a dress code so I suppose I should judge for myself.

I went into my closet and picked out a tight pair of black dress pants, that cupped my ass in a pretty spectacular way. I loved the way they made my ass look utterly fuck-able. I put on a light purple button up dress shirt and a bow tie, that was light grey. I put on a pair of black dress shoes that were expensive. I knew about Bar a Vin, I’d heard about it a million times.

I never had enough money to eat at Bar a Vin–or even get a drink there. It’s so expensive that it was out of my reach, and that didn’t come often. I usually could very easily afford most of anything I desired, but I couldn’t have sex with enough people to afford it.

It was a slow drive as I took all the back roads. I was anxious and it wasn’t because I didn’t belong there—I could belong anywhere if I wanted to.  I had adapted that skill from years of being an escort. No, this was because I didn’t know what this guy was asking for. Most guys are just looking for release because they aren’t into their wives and need the distraction from their real lives and can’t get a guy that they don’t have to pay to sleep with them. Darrek Blackwell though… he definitely could have anyone… so why an escort?

It’d cause more of an uproar if it got out that he was seeing an escort than if he picked up a guy in a bar. I don’t understand, but then again, he’s not paying me to understand him. 

I couldn’t tell what this was about, but I’d know soon enough. I pulled into the parking lot and flipped down the sun visor and sliding the cover off the mirror. I glanced over myself and sighed. I looked at myself, bright blue grey eyes and light brown hair, and proceeded to play with my hair for a moment before I decided that I liked it the way it was and it looked good. I grabbed my black fedora hat and put it on my head and smiled. Ready to go. 

I opened my car door and got out, shutting it and hitting the button on my key fob. I hadn’t had the car long, and usually I always went to put the key in the door when I had the key fob. My old car had been complete garbage, but my new car was amazing. I never dreamed I’d be able to get an actually new car when I dropped out of high-school. I’d settled for trash for years. Then Keya found me, and it was great. 

I started making more money than I needed, being able to buy new televisions, computers, phones, cars. I could rent a nice place up in a ritzy apartment. It was nice to finally be able to breathe for a minute. I walked into Bar a Vin, and immediately began looking for Darrek Blackwood. 

I was abruptly stopped when a girl walked up to me and broke my line of vision. “Hi, my name is Melanie and I’m the hostess. Can I ask whom you’re looking for?” she said kindly. 

“Darrek Blackwood.” I said, and she nodded, lifting up the clip board I hadn’t seen her holding and ran her pen down the pad of paper I couldn’t see. 

“Right this way.” She said kindly. 

I followed her, my nerves beginning to shake a bit. I looked around the place, amazed at how… nice, but normal it all looked. When I think of the most expensive bar in town, I thought of something a bit less… ordinary. Glass tables, or something. I don’t know. Anything but dark oak tables I’d seen in some lower class restaurants than this. Then again, I suppose there is only so many places you can buy tables from. And, in the other restaurants, the tables were impressive so I guess they aren’t bad. I just hadn’t pictured this as the type of establishment where the drinks are upwards of four hundred dollars, but the tables costed probably three times that all together.

I caught eyes with a dark haired man with darker skin, tattoos and the faintest amount of chest hair poking out of a nice dark colored shirt. He was gorgeous, and it was enchanting. I couldn’t look away from his eyes–they were so soft, yet demanding. I felt myself blushing as he stared at me. I couldn’t help but look. He was… so alluring.

I almost ran into the girl who was delivering me… to his table. My eyes widened a slight bit but gathered my composer as quickly as I could. Why would someone who looks like that want an escort? One glance around the building would confirm that everyone else here was equally entranced by him.

“I’ve been waiting on you,” he said, standing up and pulling out my chair for me. After the hostess made her disappearance, he said, “I hope you like steak, they insisted that I ordered before you arrived.”

“Steak is fine, thank you.” I said, and he nodded.

“What will you have to drink?” He asked calmly and I bit my lip.

“Do they serve Pimm’s Cup?” I asked.

“They’ll serve anything I ask for.” He said, and I nodded. “Okay, one Pimm’s Cup coming right up,” he said with a sly little smirk. I raised an eyebrow as he called the waitress over.

“Yes, sir?” She asked politely.

“Can I get a Pimm’s Cup?” He said, waving to me. She nodded and smiled.

“I’ll bring it right out, sir!” She said. She was right, it was almost as if she had it waiting. “It’s one of our most popular drinks,” she elaborated, as if reading my mind.

“Oh, okay.” I said, and she smiled.

“Your food will be out soon!” She said, and walked over to another table that was waving her down. I watched her go, almost sad. I hadn’t really talked to Darrek yet, not in depth, and I was a little nervous.

“So, I have a proposition for you, darling. You do not have to take it, but I assure you that you’ll want to hear me out.” He said, and I took a sip of my drink, almost moaning at the flavor. It was utterly perfect. Not a single drop of anything over what was needed. In fact, it had a slight freshness to it.

“I’m listening.” I said.

“For starters, I must say, Markeya is a brilliant woman and has excellent taste in… associates. “ He said, putting a lot of emphasis on the word. I immediately felt my cheeks heating up, so I hid them behind my glass. “I have been searching for someone who can fit my needs and desires and unfortunately no one can seem to do so… so I propose a business deal.” He said calmly.

“And what is that deal?” I asked a little too quickly for my own liking.

“I will pay you–far better than you’re getting paid tonight–to stop escorting and become my submissive.” He said.

“I’m not into BDSM.” I immediately said, instinct overtaking my intrigue on his offer.

“I can wager a bet on that.” He said. “I’ll double–no triple–what you’re making tonight for you to test the waters. All you have to do is say stop and everything stops immediately.” Just as he finished, the waitress dropped off our food and gave us silverware, then disappeared. I raised an eyebrow.

“What’s the catch?” I asked.

“You can never tell anyone what I truly expect out of you.” He said.

“And what do you expect?” I asked calmly, taking a bite of steak and fighting the urge to show how good it was. Someone who belonged here wouldn’t notice how good it was, it’d be normal. I sighed deeply.

“For one, I would expect you to be faithful to me. Only me. Another thing would be a collar that you’d wear when we were at my house or out at a club. Privacy insured, of course. You’ll be expected to do as I say, no questions asked. Of course, you can lay out guidelines, but, overall, I’ll be able to decide most of everything for you.” He said. “I’ll financially support you. Take care of your bills, and anything you’ll need. All the clothes, cars, or anything else you’d care for.” He explained.

“And why would I want all of that if I can make a thousand dollars a day doing what I’m currently doing.” I said, and he smirked a bit.

“Doesn’t it get a little old, sleeping around?” He asked. I bit my lip for a moment. He had a point there, I was beyond tired of selling myself, but at the same time, it was alright. I didn’t mind it, much.

“I don’t believe I’m that tired of it yet or I wouldn’t be here.” I stated, feeling rather bold.

“I think I can tell differently.” He said.

“Wouldn’t I be selling myself to you?” I said.

“Oh, in a way, yes. But, not really. It would start to feel as if it was any other relationship, just with monetary benefits.” He said, and I bit my lip again. “All I’m asking for is a night to show you how it could be,” he said.

“And if I don’t like it?” I asked.

“Then we never have to see each other again. Everything will stop when you say so, and I’ll honor your wishes.” He said. “Only thing I will ask is that you sign a contract stating you’ll never tell anyone what we did tonight, and you’ll be completely free of me.” He said.

I bit my lip for a moment. He was offering me money to sleep with him, possibly permanently. It would be a change from what I’m currently doing, a better change. No risks of STD’s or sleeping around anymore. I’d be taken care of.

“And what of my apartment?” I asked.

“You will not have any obligation to leave your home. You’ll come stay with me some, but you’ll be allowed to come and go as you please as long as you follow the terms of our agreement.” He said.

“And if I do not?” I asked.

“We terminate the agreement, or punishment. That’ll be up to you.” He said.

“What kind of a punishment?” I asked.

“A spanking, or something something like that,” he said.

“And there’s no strings attached tonight?” I confirmed.

“None at all, unless you decide tonight.” He said.

“And what will happen tonight?” I asked.

“Well, I’ll start by stripping every bit of clothing off of you slowly, taking time with your body.” He said, and I bit my lip and took a sip of my drink. I didn’t mind the watered down drink given that my mouth was so dry it could’ve been the desert. “Then I’ll touch you. I’ll start with your head and go all the way down your body. I’ll make you writhe in ways no man ever has. And then, when I fuck you, you’ll be so desperate for more that you’ll beg me to touch you.” He said confidently.

“And you’re sure you’ll affect me that way?” I asked, not really thinking otherwise myself. I had suddenly become very hot–desperate. His words were alluring to say the least.

“Can I have this dance?” He asked, smugly, avoiding my question all together. I bit my lip and nodded, allowing him to take my hand. He pulled me onto the dance floor without a second thought, our bodies moving together like they’d been dancing together for years. He guided my movements and I couldn’t complain–it was nice to feel his hand on my lower back. It sent chills up my spine.

“So is your idea that you’re going to dance my pants off?” I asked, and he smirked a bit, leaning forward.

“No, my idea is that you can’t resist me, and you know it.” He said, his hand lightly trailing down my back. It sent shivers through me but I ignored it.

“I think I can.” I said confidently, and he smirked a bit, his fingers lightly coming up to trace my cheek.

He pulled me closer to him, no space separating us at all and my breath caught. God, he was so hot. “You can’t because you want me to fuck you.” He said, sounding a lot more confident than I thought he would. How can he just know? I’d almost say he could read my mind.

“I do… not.” I moaned softly as his breath ghosted over my neck sending goosebumps all down my arms. I blushed a bit. He was getting under my skin, it was mildly unsettling. I wasn’t use to feeling this way–no one had affected me this way since after I started escorting. Somehow, sex with everyone just kind of… dulls it down. Makes it less enjoyable. I didn’t have to have any sexual attraction to someone to have sex with them when I was getting paid so I was sure that was probably why I hadn’t been this needy in a long time.

“Would you like to get out of here?” He asked me, and my mind fogged over with images of him and I in bed swarmed my mind. I needed to do this. I needed him.

“What about my car?” I asked him breathlessly.

“We’ll pick it up in the morning.” He said calmly and I nodded. He smirked a bit and nodded. “I’ll go settle up our tab.” He said, walking over to the waitress that we had. She promptly handed him his check and he walked over to the register and paid with his shiny black card. I could tell it was metal by how thick it was, and I raised an eyebrow. Just how much money does this guy have? I didn’t need to ask to know it was more than I had ever had.

“Ready?” He asked. I nodded, taking his hand and letting him lead me out to his car. I gasped when he stopped in front of his car and opened the door for me. “This is a… nice car.” I said. That was putting it mildly. If I wasn’t mistaken, I believe it was a three million dollar car.

“I splurged.” He said, and I nodded. “Now get in and buckle up.” He said, and I did as he said, watching as he shut the door.

He got in and off we were, on the way to his house. Once we got there, I didn’t have a moment to think of anything because he had me inside and pressed against the door as quickly as possible. He let me have about thirty seconds to take off my shoes and then attacked me with his lips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and moaned softly, letting his lips lead mine in a battle for dominance which I let him win. What was the point of fighting him when I know he’s just going to win anyway?

He unbuttoned my shirt, pulling it off of me quickly. His lips began tracing down my neck as his hands went to my ass and hoisted me up, moving me over to the couch. His lips immediately met with my nipple and he began biting it softly, licking it, and making chills go all over me. As he was licking one, his hand was up playing with the other, and it was really sexy to glance down and see him like that.

He stopped using his hands on me long enough to unbutton his shirt and throw it off. He then took his mouth off my nipple long enough to reattach them to my lips. I moaned softly, letting him dominate my lips and lead them.

He unbuttoned my pants and lifted my hips to take my pants and underwear off. He tore his lips away from mine and began trailing kisses down my body, over my chest and abdomen right to my dick. I blushed as he started sucking me off, his lips wrapping around the head of my dick and his tongue slowly dragged around the tip of my dick. I moaned softly, unable to look away from the sight of his lips on my dick.

He took all of me in his mouth with no problems, and moaned, making vibrations go down my dick and into my spine. It felt so good, I moaned loudly. I wasn’t use to getting any attention myself, especially not from clients. It was a nice change.

His mouth was relentless in teasing me, he’d go from sucking all of me to just a little bit of me. He’d alternate between moaning and not, sometimes it’d be a quick moan and sometimes it’d be a longer one. But both were equally pleasing for different reasons. It was so stimulating and hot. He kept me on edge, waiting for every move and touch he gave me.

His hands came up and played with my nipples, his head bobbing on me. I moaned quietly and watched in a hazed fascination as he bobbed his head on me. It was incredibly sexy to see him touching me this way.

I moaned in disappointment when he pulled away and stripped himself of his pants and underwear.  I was immensely turned on watching his perfect body come into view. I couldn’t wait for him to be inside me. He looked over me, his eyes filled with a fiery passion that I couldn’t help but whimper under. It was as if we’d been having passionate sex for years instead of it being brand new. I was unable to focus on anything but more. More. More. More.

I needed more. But I couldn’t ask him.

“You look so sexy panting with a red face and a hard dick, you know that?” He said, and I blushed. I glanced up and saw his dick and was pleasantly surprised. He was big–his dick was probably about eight or nine inches long with a girth of about four or five inches in circumference. He was so gorgeous. Perfectly shaved–or waxed, whichever, below the waist. His chest was covered in dark hair, but it wasn’t so much that it was gross. It was actually kind of attractive.

I found myself writhing in his arms after a moment, unable to look him in the eyes. I certainly was never one for embarrassment, but honestly this took the top of the sex list and we hadn’t even had sex yet. He touched me, his hands trailing over me quickly and I smiled softly, lost in the moment to think about how weird it was that I was that smiling. I never smiled during sex unless it was asked of me.

I didn’t have time to think of it because he pulled me up and sat me in his lap, leaving me looking right at him. I blushed and lowered my eyes, unable to look anywhere but his chest. He pulled me forward and kissed me. His lips moved against mine in a way that was impossibly sweet and yet, still so full of lust. He moved our bodies against each other, my dick rubbing against his abdomen and teasing me.

“Do you want something?” He asked me teasingly against my lips. I couldn’t help but blush and look up into his eyes for a minute.

“Stop teasing me…” I whined finally. I couldn’t wait for him to get tired of waiting because I had a feeling he’d be able to wait as long as I waited, if not longer.

“See, was that so hard?” He asked teasingly. He grabbed a condom from behind the couch and I lifted up long enough for him to put it on. Once he’d put it on, he pressed his tip against me and I pushed down on it. I knew it would hurt a bit, but it was okay. I knew how good it could feel. I wasn’t worried about how it’d hurt.

I gasped a bit at the initial shock of pain but continued on. Once he was all the way in and my ass was resting on his legs, he let out a quiet groan and kissed me. He was filling me up and he felt so good inside me I couldn’t help but let myself move a bit.

“Ready?” He confirmed, and I nodded.

“More than.” I said, and he nodded and began guiding my movements with his hands on my hips. It was a slow and sensual ride at first, deliberate and intentional. But it morphed into our bodies moving together as quickly as we could, desperate to lose ourselves in each other. His hands were gripping me tightly, I’d probably have bruises when he was done but I found myself not caring.

He and I moved in sync, our bodies knowing exactly what the other expected. It was hot, every touch was alight with passion, every movement was desperate and needy. I wasn’t able to concentrate on anything but his dick inside me and mine rubbing against his abdomen with every move.

He started playing with my nipple with his tongue, and he was stimulating every inch of my body. I couldn’t help but let out a whimper and put my hands on his broad shoulders. He was more muscular than I thought he was, and it was immensely attractive to feel his power and how strong he was. I moaned quietly, feeling him go in and out of me.

It was so hot to feel him inside me, I needed it so badly and I wasn’t sure why. I’d never met him or known much about him until maybe two hours ago. But, then, that was usual for me. No, it was my utter attraction to him that was driving me crazy.

I needed him so much. I wanted him.

I moaned again, feeling his dick jerk inside me and it hit something that made me whine and dig my nails into his shoulder. “God, that feels so good.” I couldn’t help but say. He smirked a bit, wiping my sweaty hair off my face. It happened again and I tensed. He stopped moving for a moment, and I could feel him jerking so much more–so much deeper.

“God, Little Prince, you feel so good.” He moaned, and I blushed at the nickname. I wasn’t use to being called anything in bed. Fuck, he was driving me crazy. His hands went up and began playing with my nipples as he leaned forward and started kissing me. He began rocking our bodies together slowly.

I found myself getting closer to cumming and was a tad disappointed because I wasn’t ready to cum yet. I wanted him to be in me forever at the moment, it felt so good and I couldn’t help it. It was so good.

I closed my eyes and moaned, his hands were doing things to me that I couldn’t help but love. Everything felt so good. I was so horny and I was glad that I’d agreed to do this. It was so good. “Don’t cum yet.” He commanded and I moaned. I’d had to hold it before so I knew how to, I just wasn’t too happy with it.

He had me on my back in seconds, his dick barely leaving me at all. He started pistoning in and out of me as quickly as he could and I moaned loudly. Him picking up the pace was just what I needed to get closer and he was really trying my control.

“Darrek…” I groaned. “I don’t know if I can hold it…” I begged him. “Please.”

“I’m so close…” He groaned into my ear, biting into my neck. I moaned and threaded my fingers through his hair, holding onto my orgasm almost as hard as I was holding onto his hair. He moaned when I pulled his hair and I smirked. I pulled it harder than before, and he buried his face in my neck, letting out a quiet groan. “Fuck you’re so tight.” He said, and I blushed brightly and moaned when he nailed my prostate again, harder.

It felt so good, fuck. “I can’t…” I groaned.

“Cum,” he commanded and I moaned and let go, my entire body seizing around him. He groaned and tensed, feeling him bite down into my neck, stifling any noise he probably would’ve made otherwise.

“Fuck.” I groaned when he rested down on top of me. I felt him soften inside me, and almost let out a whimper. He felt so good inside me. I didn’t want him to get soft.

“So, about that deal, Jasper…” He said with a cocky smirk. I groaned and tossed my head back against the couch pillow. Seriously? How can he think of anything but how good he feels right now? Goddamn, I’ve been fucked senseless. I can’t stop thinking about everything. I can’t stop thinking about how good he felt inside me.

What the hell am I gonna do now?

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I sighed deeply and glanced around the bedroom. I had never imagined that the night we met would’ve been the most intimate and awe-inducing night of my life. It wasn’t terribly rough–no, but it was special, I’ll say that. He’d taken into account that I wasn’t really sure about BDSM. In fact, I’d blatantly said I wasn’t into it. So, he didn’t force it.

He made my choice for me, though. Just by that night, I couldn’t give up the passion I’d felt when he touched me. It’d been a year since then, and our relationship had began floating more towards a real relationship than an arrangement that we’d signed papers on. They were indefinite until one of us chose to end it, even. I hadn’t thought of ending it once, I don’t think. I actually quite liked the lack of control I had. And, I definitely liked not having to work.

Giving Keya the last payment she’d ever get from me was a little difficult, I felt almost as if I owed her something for helping me. But, I didn’t regret it. It was nice to have someone who came home looking for me, daily.

It was nice feeling safe. Feeling like I belonged somewhere.

My phone rang, and I answered it immediately. “Hello?” I asked.

“Hey Jas, how are things at home?” He asked. I giggled softly at the nickname. I’d had the suspicion that it’d been him when I answered. He’d been gone all night and wasn’t suppose to get here until about five, so I knew once he got on the plane he’d call me.

“Good, I suppose. Lonely without you.” I said, and he laughed a bit.

“Well, you should probably walk the dog, then.” He said. I raised an eyebrow and stood up. Just as I stood up, the phone disconnected and I groaned. Of course, this stupid forest surrounding us had always caused a connection problem.

I opened the bedroom door and walked down, taking a moment to pet our dog Molly on the head. She yapped happily, her butt shaking erratically trying to keep up with her tail which was moving so fast that it would’ve been deemed a weapon of mass destruction. I laughed softly. “Come on Molls, you know daddy. He wants you walked as soon as I wake.” I said, and she barked, jumping up on me. “Bad Molly, no!” I cried, chasing her to the door.

Despite the fact that we have a dog door, Molls had been pampered enough that she never had to use it–unless she was more excited than I was to go walk. I walked behind her, opening the door and walking out. I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw who was standing in the driveway, petting Molly.

“Daddy! You’re home!” I cried, launching myself at him. He laughed softly, wrapping his arms around me and hugging me.

“I missed you too, darling.” He muttered softly, kissing my forehead. I blushed a bit and smiled.

“How’d you get here?” I asked.

“Did you really think I’d be back at five in the afternoon on our one year anniversary?” He asked, and I bit my lip and shrugged.

“I didn’t know if it was that important.” I admitted.

“Jas, you’re very important.” That was all he said, but I got the hidden meaning behind the words. He said I love you in different ways than vocalizing it. I bit my lip and blushed, hiding behind my hair.

“You are too.” I’d adapted to the fact that he didn’t really do big love confessions. In fact, he barely did love at all. But, we’d gotten really close in the last year. Closer than I ever expected. I never thought that he’d care about me, at least not really.

But, perhaps I was wrong about everything.

He kissed me, his lips moving against mine making my heart race. His hands gripping my face made it seem a bit more grounding, more… intimate. He backed me up and I tripped backwards onto the stairs. He pulled me up onto the porch and laid me back, his hands going for the bottom of my tank-top. I blushed as he pushed my shirt up. He then stuck his hand in my shorts and I groaned softly, everything melting away.

His lips were moving against mine fast and hard, and I could barely think. The sound of Molly barking drew my attention, and I shook the lust away momentarily. “Daddy we’re outside!” I moaned softly, his lips trailing down my neck.

“Surrounded by nothing but trees and a lake.” He said, not pausing for a moment in his assault on my neck.

“But–” I groaned.

“Jasper, just stop you know you like it.” He said, and I nodded, because he was right. The wind and the calming sound of leaves blowing around was relaxing and the fact we were outside did do a fairly great job of turning me on. So, I relented once again to the powers of Darrek.

Or maybe, he surrendered to the powers of his Call Boy.