his gut.
“And now? Can you see yourself with a full-time sub or in a relationship?” Micah asked hopefully.
“Someone to shower me, make me breakfast, clean my place, service me.” Tackett’s voice was teasing. “I think I might enjoy that.”
Oh you silly, silly man. Two can play this evasive game. Micah took the last bite of his breakfast, washing it down with the remainder of his coffee, and stood. Micah left his dishes on the table and started toward the bedroom.
“Hey! Where are you going?”
“I’ll be right back. I’m just going to grab my cell phone out of my shorts. I think I have a number for a maid and a hooker service,” Micah tossed over his shoulder.
Before he made it halfway across the room, Micah was wrapped in strong arms and lifted off his feet. Squealing, he struggled to get free until he was spun and dumped onto the leather sectional. He scrambled back to the corner before Tackett could make good on his threat to sit on him and hold him down.
Tackett sat down next to him and poked him in the chest. “I am so going to enjoy beating your naughty little ass.”
Micah playfully slapped his hand away and cocked his head. “Does that mean you’re agreeing to Dom me?”
Shifting, Tackett leaned back next to him. “You’re a smart man, Micah. You already know you’ve piqued my interest, so let’s get serious for a minute, shall we?”
Micah tucked his feet up under himself, getting comfortable and putting a little distance between them. He knew he’d get distracted again if he felt Tackett’s skin against his, felt his warmth. Nodding, he met Tackett’s beautiful hazel eyes and gave him his full attention.
“Look, Micah, we’ve been playing, had a lot of fun, but I can tell you, I need a lot more than that. There’s a reason I go to places like Folsom. Reasons I’m a Dom. I like being in control, I like dominating, bending, and breaking men. I fucking love hearing a man scream and beg for more of what I can give him. But you must understand, when I give into those urges, I am hard-core and I don’t like to be told no.”
Hard-core, yum! Micah started to respond but snapped his mouth shut when Tackett continued to speak. Focus,
Micah, focus.
“So, I’ll admit you’ve got me
thinking about the advantages of having a full-time sub, and I think I’d enjoy the challenge of training one to my specific needs. At this point in my life, I have the time to explore the notion. However, I’m not yet convinced you’re looking for anything more than what you claim Lucas was looking for, or I was in the past, for that matter—someone to dominate you in the bedroom. Which, I may reiterate, I’m more than happy to do casually.”
The effort it took to keep from blurting things out had him vibrating. Micah couldn’t remember wanting anything or anyone as badly as he wanted this man. There wasn’t a shred of doubt Tackett was the right man for him, and he wanted to explore submission with him. Hell, he couldn’t remember being this excited about anything. Not since he was a little kid and waited for the arrival of Santa Claus to bring him the new toy he’d been coveting, or even the first day of school. To this day, he still couldn’t quite understand why he’d always been excited about the start of a new school year. Sure, there were new clothes and shoes, a haircut, the buddies he hadn’t seen since June, but each and every year without fail, by the end of the first week, he was praying for the year to end.
“Micah?”
“Hmm?”
Tackett grabbed his chin and scowled at him. “Did you hear a word I just said?”
Shit! “Of course I did, heard every word. I was just choosing my words carefully before I replied,” he lied. At least he had heard most of what Tackett had been saying, enough that his reply was an easy one.
The scowl turned to a disbelieving look, and Tackett released him, putting his hand on Micah’s knee. “And?”
“Did you know Blake and Ty are
“And now? Can you see yourself with a full-time sub or in a relationship?” Micah asked hopefully.
“Someone to shower me, make me breakfast, clean my place, service me.” Tackett’s voice was teasing. “I think I might enjoy that.”
Oh you silly, silly man. Two can play this evasive game. Micah took the last bite of his breakfast, washing it down with the remainder of his coffee, and stood. Micah left his dishes on the table and started toward the bedroom.
“Hey! Where are you going?”
“I’ll be right back. I’m just going to grab my cell phone out of my shorts. I think I have a number for a maid and a hooker service,” Micah tossed over his shoulder.
Before he made it halfway across the room, Micah was wrapped in strong arms and lifted off his feet. Squealing, he struggled to get free until he was spun and dumped onto the leather sectional. He scrambled back to the corner before Tackett could make good on his threat to sit on him and hold him down.
Tackett sat down next to him and poked him in the chest. “I am so going to enjoy beating your naughty little ass.”
Micah playfully slapped his hand away and cocked his head. “Does that mean you’re agreeing to Dom me?”
Shifting, Tackett leaned back next to him. “You’re a smart man, Micah. You already know you’ve piqued my interest, so let’s get serious for a minute, shall we?”
Micah tucked his feet up under himself, getting comfortable and putting a little distance between them. He knew he’d get distracted again if he felt Tackett’s skin against his, felt his warmth. Nodding, he met Tackett’s beautiful hazel eyes and gave him his full attention.
“Look, Micah, we’ve been playing, had a lot of fun, but I can tell you, I need a lot more than that. There’s a reason I go to places like Folsom. Reasons I’m a Dom. I like being in control, I like dominating, bending, and breaking men. I fucking love hearing a man scream and beg for more of what I can give him. But you must understand, when I give into those urges, I am hard-core and I don’t like to be told no.”
Hard-core, yum! Micah started to respond but snapped his mouth shut when Tackett continued to speak. Focus,
Micah, focus.
“So, I’ll admit you’ve got me
thinking about the advantages of having a full-time sub, and I think I’d enjoy the challenge of training one to my specific needs. At this point in my life, I have the time to explore the notion. However, I’m not yet convinced you’re looking for anything more than what you claim Lucas was looking for, or I was in the past, for that matter—someone to dominate you in the bedroom. Which, I may reiterate, I’m more than happy to do casually.”
The effort it took to keep from blurting things out had him vibrating. Micah couldn’t remember wanting anything or anyone as badly as he wanted this man. There wasn’t a shred of doubt Tackett was the right man for him, and he wanted to explore submission with him. Hell, he couldn’t remember being this excited about anything. Not since he was a little kid and waited for the arrival of Santa Claus to bring him the new toy he’d been coveting, or even the first day of school. To this day, he still couldn’t quite understand why he’d always been excited about the start of a new school year. Sure, there were new clothes and shoes, a haircut, the buddies he hadn’t seen since June, but each and every year without fail, by the end of the first week, he was praying for the year to end.
“Micah?”
“Hmm?”
Tackett grabbed his chin and scowled at him. “Did you hear a word I just said?”
Shit! “Of course I did, heard every word. I was just choosing my words carefully before I replied,” he lied. At least he had heard most of what Tackett had been saying, enough that his reply was an easy one.
The scowl turned to a disbelieving look, and Tackett released him, putting his hand on Micah’s knee. “And?”
“Did you know Blake and Ty are
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