He raises a brow as if he doesn’t believe me.
“And would you be fine bending over in front of me on this table and sticking a plug in your hole for me to watch?”
“I, uh…” Fuck. There goes my dick again.“Okay, maybe not.”
“Exactly,” he says simply. “It’s not only about being naked, it’s about getting comfortable with yourself in front of me so we can get to the fun stuff.” He shifts, straightening his back more. “But since you’re so sure you’ll be comfortable, then stand over there and strip.”
I get to my feet and walk to the spot he pointed to, on the other side of the coffee table and directly in front of him. I hook my fingers in the waistband of these shorts, but then I’m hit with nerves.
It’s just a naked body.
I’m sure he’s seen plenty of naked guys.
I’ve seen plenty and plenty have seen me. But this is different. So much different because I’m being put right on the spot. On full display for him to see.
I blink a few times, and he comes back into focus, watching me patiently as he tends to do. That brings me a small bit of comfort, but I’m still worrying about things I shouldn’t be worried about.
What if my dick isn’t satisfactory?
Well, why does that matter if we aren’t having sex?
What if I get hard?
I’m sure he’s used it. And maybe he will like it.
He said sex is not a part of this, but sexual things are.
I mean, one of the questions on the paper asked if I was okay jerking off in front of people. It didn’t say that exactly, it was much more professionally worded, but I know what it meant.
Of course I said yes. I do it with Abe all the time, so what’s the difference doing it with this guy? Five grand, that’s the difference, meaning, I’m more eager to do it with Harmon.
And that is enough to have me shoving my shorts down and stepping out of them. I adjust my balls and my stance so I’m comfortable, then let my hands fall to my sides.
His gaze goes from my face, slowly perusing down my stomach, right to my dick—which is half hard. It stays there for what feels like forever, then flicks over to my wrist, goes down to my feet and back to my face.
I don’t have an issue with my body. I don’t work out, but I am in shape since I walk everywhere. I don’t have defined abs,but I have a shapely body. I’m happy with it, and I haven’t had any complaints from the guys I’ve been with. Though, none of them have been men in the way Harmon Stone is a man. So, yeah, I’m feeling a teeny bit insecure. Especially because he’s still staring at me like I’m the most interesting piece of art he’s ever seen.
He’s staring at me like… I’m worth something.
“You are magnificent,” he says slowly.
The praise makes my dick happy, and it twitches, causing his gaze to go back to it.
“You have no reason to be ashamed,” he says.
“I’m not.”
“Good. Because I like knowing I excite you.”
“Do you?” I ask, my voice raspy.
“Mm,” he hums. “It’s all part of it.”
I assume he means the Master/slave thing. This job. What I’m doing for him, even though he’s somehow doing so much more for me.
“Are you as comfortable as you thought?” he asks.
“Not quite.”