Saying it out loud made it real. The blood rushing through my ears made it real.
Stefan didn’t look away.
“All right,” he said in his usual calm way. “But we do this properly.”
I shuddered out a breath. “Okay.”
He shifted his chair closer to mine, until I could feel the heat of him.
“We start simple. Nothing extreme. You tell me how it feels, and we adjust.”
I nodded, loving the fact that he echoed my own thoughts.
“Where you’re touched matters,” he continued. “We keep it safe. Controlled. And you can stop at any time. You don’t need a reason.”
“I know.”
He squeezed my hand. “I want to hear you say it.”
I met his gaze. “I can stop at any time.”
“Good.” He paused. “And your safeword is…”
Somehow that made it feel even more real.
“My name.”
He nodded. “If you want me to slow down say Yellow.”
“Okay.”
He studied me for a moment longer. “Are you doing this for me?”
The question caught me off guard.
“No,” I said quickly. Then I took another breath. “No. I’m doing this because I want to know what it feels like.”
“Good.” He pushed his chair away from me. “Get over my lap.”
I hesitated for a fraction of a second, then got off my chair and bent over him, until my hands were on the floor and my stiff cock was between his knees, pointing towards the floor, my heart thumping like a bass drum.
I chose this. I want this to happen.
With Stefan.
Chapter Twenty
Stefan
I wassoproud of him.
I’d seen curious men agree too quickly, mistaking impulse for intent. I’d seen their curiosity falter the moment it became real.
Kieran’s decision felt considered. It had weight. He’d placed his trust in my hands, and that brought responsibility.
I stroked the small of his back, just above the swell of his arse, enough to make him aware of me. Whatever I’d anticipated when I brought him to Rolf’s?
This had gone further.