“But you’re okay?”
“Yes.”
“Okay enough to go to the bar over there and make me a drink?” He gestures with a flick of his wrist to a small bar in the corner of the room, opposite the fireplace, to my left.
“I can do that,” I say with a nod. “What would you like?”
“Whiskey is fine.”
I walk to the bar, feeling his gaze on me all the way. With each step, it gets easier, and I become more comfortable.
There are only two bottles on the bar—gin and whiskey—with a handful of glasses. As carefully as I can, I pour him some whiskey and walk back to him.
“On this side,” he says, pointing to where I kneel. I move around to that side and offer the drink. He pats his lap. “Sit.”
“You want me to sit on your lap?”
His brow raises, and I know the answer to the question. I try not to be awkward as I sit on his lap, all while trying not to squish his dick. His right arm rests on my lower back, while the other takes the drink from my hand.
“Is this weird for you?”
“A little awkward maybe.”
“Something you could get used to?”
I think about it to try to figure out why it’s uncomfortable.
“I think so. It’s just… I’ve never done this before.”
He nods as if he understands, then takes a sip before putting the glass on the end table. His hand comes to rest on my thigh, his fingers way too close to my balls.
“Is this okay?”
I nod. He begins to draw little circles along my thigh, causing goosebumps to erupt and my dick to get harder.
“As I’m sure you can see,” he starts. “Touch is a big thing for me, and I want you to enjoy it too. Sex doesn’t need to be involved for things to be intimate, you understand that, right?”
“Yes,” I say, my mouth suddenly dry.
“You’d marked yes on masturbating to completion in front of me.” It’s a statement, not a question, so I don’t say anything. “This is something I am hoping we can work up to quickly. If it’s okay with you, I’d like to push harder with your training, but only if you’re comfortable with it. Are you comfortable with it?” he asks.
His tone is so low, calm, and soothing.
“What does that mean, exactly?”
The hand on my back applies more pressure. “I’m glad you are asking questions and not just agreeing. The schedule I gave you today was going to be the schedule for the week, with slight adjustments. But since you’re doing well and are comfortable, if your body language and words aren’t deceiving me, I’d like to get right to it tomorrow.”
“As in jerking off in front of you?”
“Perhaps. If that’s what I am in the mood for at the time. Or a toy in your pretty little hole. Only time will tell.”
My dick is leaking. Achingly hard, pointing upward. I’m getting delirious. When I glance at Harmon, he’s looking down at my dick, licking his lips, like he’s about to take me into his mouth. I throb at the thought, even though I know it isn’t going to happen. That’s not what this is.
There is no sex, and definitely no feelings involved. It’s transactional, that’s it.
“You do have a beautiful cock, Cassius Carr.”
“Holy fuck,” I mutter, my head falling back on my shoulders.