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“And if you want things to slow down?”
“Huh? I mean, I-I don’t know about that.”
Michael gave him a tight smile. “Maybe instead, you should try the stoplight signals. Red to stop and yellow to slow down. Green for go? Easy enough to remember. But it’s totally up to you.”
“Fine. That’ll work,” I said, and he punched in some numbers on a security pad to open the door. We entered into a lobby, where I got an overall impression of opulence and gleaming surfaces and fresh flowers. Michael whisked me over to an elevator that opened almost as soon as he pushed the button. Two older, well-dressed ladies were already inside, and Michael nodded at them as we stepped in. Their heavy perfumes clogged my nostrils, and nervously, I stared straight ahead.
They got off at the tenth floor and one of them turned and gave me a sweet smile. To my shock, she glanced over at Michael and back at me before giving me a little thumbs-up sign and following her friends off the elevator.
Michael grinned at me but made no move to touch me until we arrived at the fifteenth floor. The door opened, and I followed him down the quiet corridor to his apartment. He opened the door, and I stepped in, only to find myself pushed back against the wall as soon as I entered, my hands trapped over my head by Michael’s. Michael leaned into me and kissed my mouth thoroughly.
“What do you want, sweet boy?” he murmured against my lips.
“I-I don’t know.”
“I’d like it if you called me ‘Sir’ from this point on.”
“Seriously?”
He smirked and lifted one shoulder. “If you want to do this…”
I sighed, but finally nodded. “Okay. Yes, Sir.”
“What do you want Cruz?”
“I-I want what you said at the card game, Sir.”
“Tell me. Say the words so we’re both clear.”
“I-I want you to spank me. Like you said. And I want you to-to fuck me. Sir.”
“Does it excite you to talk about it? To ask for it?”
“Yes, Sir.” I lowered my eyes, unable to keep looking into his blue gaze, so close I couldn’t breathe properly.
“Look at me, boy.”
“Okay, Sir.”
“Tell me your safe word to slow down again.”
“Yellow.”
“And to stop?”
“Red.”
“That’s right.” He put his hand around Cruz’s throat and gently stroked it. “Are you nervous?”
“Yes…but please...”
“Please, what, Cruz?”
“Please, Sir?”
I thought Michael’s lips might have twitched. “That’s right, baby, that’s good. But I meant what are you asking me for?”
“I’m not even sure, Sir.”
