Page 11 of Learning to Trust

"We'll give it a try, but there will be some unbreakable ground rules."

“I’ll follow whatever rules you lay down.”

"Very well. Go upstairs, shower, get dressed, make the bed, and tidy your room. "I'll make a call and see if I can take you down to the club this afternoon. It's less crowded and a better time to show you around. If, and only if, you are comfortable, we'll use one of the private rooms for your first experience. Again, I want to make it crystal clear—I am not interested in having a partner or a full-time relationship. Tell me if you find yourself wanting either, and we'll end that part of our friendship."

"I'm telling you now, I like you as a friend, and being fucked by you won't be a hardship, but I have absolutely no interest in anything where feelings are involved, so we are on the same page. After Tristan, I'm well and truly done."

“Good. Now go and do as I asked.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Chapter Six

ANDREW

The tone in David's voice when he looked me in the eyes and said, 'Yes, Sir,’ left me in no doubt the man was a natural Sub, albeit one who would be known to break the rules.

He spun around, and I watched his firm, round ass rise and fall as he left the room. It was an ass I couldn’t wait to tap. Tingles ripped through me and my cock flexed behind the zipper of my jeans.

Warning sirens were blaring, insisting taking David as a Sub was a colossal mistake. I'd have to remain alert and be careful not to fall under his spell.

While I waited for my Sub, I cleared the table and loaded the mugs into the dishwasher. I thought about what would need to be included in our contract. The guys were going to tear me a new one when they discovered what I'd agreed to with David. They had all warned me not to bring him into our lifestyle while he was grieving the end of a relationship, and they were right. I knew taking him as a Sub while he was in his current headspace was all kinds of wrong. The trouble was, while my head was being sensible and warning me against such a move, my body was saying, "Fuck, yeah, bring it on!"

I stood staring through the kitchen window, which showed views over the pool, gardens, and down to the beach.

“I’m ready.”

When David spoke, I flinched in alarm and spun around to find him dressed in a pair of stone-washed jeans and a blue polo shirt. On his feet were a pair of black Dockers. His curls were combed back in place, and I suspected some kind of product was keeping them there. I couldn't help wishing he'd left them in their usual unruly state.

The man was fucking gorgeous, and the idea of having him as a friend and part-time Sub had my softened cock hardening again.

“We’re going for breakfast and then back to my place, where we’ll discuss everything before going to the club.”

“Okay, Sir.”

Fuck. Hearing David address me as 'Sir' so naturally made me want to take him upstairs and fuck him into the mattress. "The Coffee House?"

“Yes. I like their ham and cheese breakfast croissants and hazelnut lattes that make you regret drinking coffee anywhere else.”

“Banana pancakes are my preference, and I agree with you on the lattes.”

“My car or yours?”

“Yours. I’ve been dying for a ride in your Porsche ever since I laid eyes on it in your garage last week.”

“Would you like to drive?” David held up his keys, and I snatched them from his grasp with a laugh.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.”

We made our way to the garage through a door that opened off the kitchen. David hit a button on the wall, and the garage door rattled as it slid open.

"You have enough money to buy one of your own, so why do you have a 1971 Mustang?"

I raised an eyebrow; how did he know I had a Mustang? He answered my unasked question.

“I saw it in your garage when I took some empty boxes out there last week.”

I nodded in understanding.