this a shot.”
“Me too. I haven’t been out to dinner in a long time.”
Trevor smiled and swatted her hand playfully. “I mean us. Doing the relationship thing backward. Starting with sex, then living together, then dating. It’s a weird way to do things but it didn’t work out so well when I tried it the right way.”
The waitress came over, interrupting the moment. “Hi there! You folks know what you want tonight?”
Trevor ordered without looking at the menu. “Baby-back ribs, the pulled pork, the brisket, coleslaw, some corn on the cob, and corn bread, please.”
“Who’s going to eat all that?” Elisabeth asked, shocked.
“I want you to be able to try a little of everything,” Trevor said, shrugging. “Oh, and two of the beer samplers, please. And send a pulled-pork sandwich and a Coke out to our driver Carl with a bunch of extra napkins, if you could, and add it to my tab.”
“Oh, I remember you now,” the waitress laughed. “Sure thing, honey.”
After she walked away, Elisabeth looked down at her hands on her lap. How could she get Trevor to hold them again?
“The drive up was so pretty. Too bad it’ll be dark on the way back to your home,” she said, hoping to get the conversation going again. “How’d you find this place, out in the middle of nowhere, anyway?”
“I have a stable up near here since my land in Westchester isn’t zoned for horses. It doesn’t take long to get here, so I try to come out a couple times a month to ride.”
“Do the horses get lonely?”
“Nah,” he smiled. “The stable is another of my businesses. We stable other people’s horses as well and pay staff to take care of them and ride them. The guys know that they’re always welcome to bring their families out to go riding. My horse Willa is so gentle, she’s probably been the first horse every kid in this town has ridden as a sort of ‘practice horse.’ ”
The food arrived, with two busboys following the waitress to bring all the plates and the beer samplers, which involved five short glasses of different hops.
“That sounds like the sort of horse I need to train on,” she admitted. She stood and served food onto Trevor’s plate and placed his napkin on his lap, like she used to do for Gregory. “I’ve never ridden in my life.”
“What? We have to remedy that. ” He reached for his cell, but Elisabeth stopped him by putting her hand over his.
“Adele knows. She scheduled me some riding lessons, I think.”
“I want to be the one to teach you.”
Something in the way he said this brought a shiver of anticipation up her spine. “Okay, that sounds good.”
“We can go for a quick ride after dinner. Half hour, tops. Just so I can show you how to get in the saddle and I’ll walk you around the ring. It’ll make you more comfortable when it’s time for your riding lessons.”
Elisabeth took a sip of one of the glasses of beer, and immediately sampled the next one to see if she could tell the difference. “Yum.”
“Wait’ll you try the ribs.” Trevor grinned and dug into this food with the same relish she recalled seeing on his face when he ate her pussy.
G regory wondered how Elisabeth was faring with Trevor. It must be a huge difference for her—to sleep with someone who was sexually attracted to her, the woman, and not just aroused by her submission and masochism.
Andrew was working late tonight, closing up WhipperSnapper. Which meant they had the entire dungeon at their disposal, and an entire evening to play. And Gregory, standing outside the club, was thrilled to take advantage of that.
He hadn’t even kissed a man since college, during what he considered to be his experimental days. But this was no experiment. Night after night of seeing Andrew at the club, of interacting with him, learning about him—it all led to one conclusion.
Gregory had to have him. But would Andrew be the sort of submissive slave he needed in his life, or was he just a pretty boy
“Me too. I haven’t been out to dinner in a long time.”
Trevor smiled and swatted her hand playfully. “I mean us. Doing the relationship thing backward. Starting with sex, then living together, then dating. It’s a weird way to do things but it didn’t work out so well when I tried it the right way.”
The waitress came over, interrupting the moment. “Hi there! You folks know what you want tonight?”
Trevor ordered without looking at the menu. “Baby-back ribs, the pulled pork, the brisket, coleslaw, some corn on the cob, and corn bread, please.”
“Who’s going to eat all that?” Elisabeth asked, shocked.
“I want you to be able to try a little of everything,” Trevor said, shrugging. “Oh, and two of the beer samplers, please. And send a pulled-pork sandwich and a Coke out to our driver Carl with a bunch of extra napkins, if you could, and add it to my tab.”
“Oh, I remember you now,” the waitress laughed. “Sure thing, honey.”
After she walked away, Elisabeth looked down at her hands on her lap. How could she get Trevor to hold them again?
“The drive up was so pretty. Too bad it’ll be dark on the way back to your home,” she said, hoping to get the conversation going again. “How’d you find this place, out in the middle of nowhere, anyway?”
“I have a stable up near here since my land in Westchester isn’t zoned for horses. It doesn’t take long to get here, so I try to come out a couple times a month to ride.”
“Do the horses get lonely?”
“Nah,” he smiled. “The stable is another of my businesses. We stable other people’s horses as well and pay staff to take care of them and ride them. The guys know that they’re always welcome to bring their families out to go riding. My horse Willa is so gentle, she’s probably been the first horse every kid in this town has ridden as a sort of ‘practice horse.’ ”
The food arrived, with two busboys following the waitress to bring all the plates and the beer samplers, which involved five short glasses of different hops.
“That sounds like the sort of horse I need to train on,” she admitted. She stood and served food onto Trevor’s plate and placed his napkin on his lap, like she used to do for Gregory. “I’ve never ridden in my life.”
“What? We have to remedy that. ” He reached for his cell, but Elisabeth stopped him by putting her hand over his.
“Adele knows. She scheduled me some riding lessons, I think.”
“I want to be the one to teach you.”
Something in the way he said this brought a shiver of anticipation up her spine. “Okay, that sounds good.”
“We can go for a quick ride after dinner. Half hour, tops. Just so I can show you how to get in the saddle and I’ll walk you around the ring. It’ll make you more comfortable when it’s time for your riding lessons.”
Elisabeth took a sip of one of the glasses of beer, and immediately sampled the next one to see if she could tell the difference. “Yum.”
“Wait’ll you try the ribs.” Trevor grinned and dug into this food with the same relish she recalled seeing on his face when he ate her pussy.
G regory wondered how Elisabeth was faring with Trevor. It must be a huge difference for her—to sleep with someone who was sexually attracted to her, the woman, and not just aroused by her submission and masochism.
Andrew was working late tonight, closing up WhipperSnapper. Which meant they had the entire dungeon at their disposal, and an entire evening to play. And Gregory, standing outside the club, was thrilled to take advantage of that.
He hadn’t even kissed a man since college, during what he considered to be his experimental days. But this was no experiment. Night after night of seeing Andrew at the club, of interacting with him, learning about him—it all led to one conclusion.
Gregory had to have him. But would Andrew be the sort of submissive slave he needed in his life, or was he just a pretty boy
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