Page 37 of Finding His Happiness
Enthusiastic meant looking for a male-on-male relationship, evidently.
Someone should’ve explained that better.
“I think the problem is that your calm, let’s call it stoic demeanor is throwing them off and putting you into a more dominant category for them.” Master must’ve realized I had no idea why that was because he immediately explained without my having to ask. “Entertainment media always portrays Doms as stern-faced and serious. It’s given an inaccurate image ofwhat it means to be someone on the more dominant side of relationships. Your barista is probably waiting for you to sweep him off his feet and take charge of his life.”
Good grief.
“That’s...” Terrible and confusing. “How was I ever supposed to know that?”
Master frowned as his head cocked. “That’s a very good question that I’m going to need to think about.”
At least it wasn’t a stupid one?
“Dating has been difficult, and if at all possible, I’d like you to stick around long enough that I don’t have to do it again for a very long time. Very long.” Very. “Um, and I’m enjoying our date, so that’s another reason I want to make sure things work out.”
Master laughed again, so I hadn’t been rude. “Deal. I don’t like dating either.”
If he didn’t like it, the problems I’d run into might not have been just about me.
“I like dating you and I’m going to like getting rewards too.” I wasn’t worried about being subtle. “Have you decided how our evening should go?”
“I have a few options planned out.” Master leaned back against the hood of my car as we stopped at the back of the parking lot. “But questions first to establish limits. How do you feel about the idea of coming to my home?”
“Green.” Conner had made it clear that anyone at the club had gone through a background check and he’d promised not to introduce me to anyone questionable. Considering how many of their members worked for the government or were government-adjacent, that was a good way to explain it. “Are you comfortable with me coming to your home?”
That seemed reasonable to know as well.
“Yes, I’m green with that too.” Master’s fingers started stroking mine as he studied my face, but I wasn’t sure what he was thinking. “Are you comfortable with the same type of touching and limits we had at the club when it comes to intimacy?”
“Yes. I’m green.” Nothing he’d done had been negative or too confusing. “I’ve also thought about touching you and I haven’t discovered any negative thoughts or limits around that.”
Even my dreams had been neutral to positive, so it looked like my subconscious was green as well.
“That was going to be my next question, so thank you for explaining that.” Still looking thoughtful but not negative, he nodded to himself. “I would like you to follow me to my home so we can relax there and have our scene and your reward.”
“That sounds like a good plan.” Something made him smile again, but I thought that might’ve been because I hadn’t waited long enough to reply. “I’ve spent a lot of my free time over the last couple of days looking for problems and haven’t found any.”
The date had been my biggest issue and it’d gone smoothly so far.
“I’m glad.” Swinging my arm, his smile grew wider. “And I’m glad we’re going to get some privacy because I don’t think you realize how hard it’s been to keep my hands to myself. Those pants, boy.”
Ha.
I’d dressed right.
“They’re the tightest I own that don’t make my skin uncomfortable, so I thought you’d like them.” Master’s chest jerked but he didn’t laugh out loud. It would’ve been okay if he had, though, because I could understand why this time. “I haven’t gotten enough chances to walk in front of you yet, but the internet said you’d probably enjoy it if I did.”
Oh.
He groaned.
Research was paying off.
“I would’ve liked that, boy, so I’ll make sure you get more chances when I’m showing you around the house.” Master looked aroused but huffed. “Now we need more privacy because I should not adjust my erection in public.”
I’d turned him on.
“If we were living in one of the pornographic movies I found online, you’d have pushed me down to my knees so I could handle that for you.” That didn’t seem to be hygienic at all, but his soft moan said not understanding the passion behind that idea was a me issue. as people would call it. “My real Dom wouldn’t do that, but fantasies aren’t always practical.”
