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routine. I’d always chastised Adele for not wanting more from her personal life or her career, but while I pushed in one area of my life, it was good to have stability in the other.
    Working at the museum was a constant challenge and one that I thrived on. And Will was just Will, letting me vent at him when things were hard, usually while I violently chopped something for dinner. I couldn’t imagine having upheaval at home while I tried to navigate new ground at work.
    It had taken me a few months to set up my office how I wanted it, and I was one of the lucky ones with my desk assignment. While most people shared with two or three other people, I was in a two-person office with one of the girls who only worked part-time.
    Although I was mostly left to manage my own workload, when my cell rang, I generally shut the door for a moment of privacy, especially when Will was calling.
    “Hey,” I said as I answered his call, pushing my chair back to slide over to the door and push it closed.
    “Hey, Jesse,” he said, and I could tell from the background noise that he was on the move somewhere. “How big is your cock?”
    “What?”
    “Don’t pretend you don’t know.” He shouted something at someone, and I guessed he was crossing the street.
    “I haven’t measured it since I was a teenager,” I told him. “And you’re probably just as well acquainted with my cock as I am.”
    “Not soft,” he argued.
    “You want to know how big my cock is soft?” I repeated.
    “Yeah.”
    “I have no idea,” I said, laughing now.
    “Well, whip it out. You have a ruler on your desk.”
    “No chance,” I said.
    He sighed heavily. “Okay. See you at home.”
    I didn’t bother trying to figure out what he was up to, because he was clearly up to something, and it would just mess with my head if I got too involved with it. I trusted him not to do anything too outrageous. But if Will was feeling cheeky, then I was definitely in trouble.
    Fortunately for me, I had plenty to keep me occupied for the rest of the afternoon, so I couldn’t spend too long lingering on thoughts of what he might have in store for me. Will’s car wasn’t outside the house when I arrived even though I was running a little late, so I took the time to have a shower before starting dinner, since there was no need to rush.
    “Honey, I’m home!” he yelled and slammed the door behind him just after I’d set the rice to boil.
    “I’m in here, slaving over a hot stove for you,” I called back.
    He was laughing when he came through the door, and he gave me a quick kiss, hiding something behind his back. I didn’t ask, and he went to change before dinner.
    We’d developed a way of communicating as Master and submissive that didn’t require us going up to the playroom or having to sit down across the table formally like we had when we’d negotiated my “contract,” which was the terms we both abided by when we played. At first I’d found it hard to settle into a respectful submissive tone and mind-set unless we were in one of those formal situations.
    After a while Will had noticed that when he played with my collar, even in public, it made me more aware of it, and I naturally found myself submitting to him. When he pulled it tight, the threads biting into my skin, I used that edge of pain and let him be my Master.
    “I bought you something today,” Will said as we lingered at the dining table after we’d finished eating, his fingers tight around my wrist.
    “I guessed as much,” I said.
    “Spanking for that later,” he told me lightly. “Watch your tone.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “How do you feel about a cock cage?”
    “A cock… cage?” I repeated. “What’s that?”
    “It’s a chastity device,” he said, his voice amused with a touch of evil. “It’ll mean you can’t get hard.”
    “What happens if I try to get hard?”
    He ran the fingers of his free hand gently through my hair. “You can’t, baby. It’ll be uncomfortable,