Chapter 131 : I Can't Have Sex With Him
Chapter 131: I Can't Have Sex With Him
Gideon
I didn't go to the club that night since it was my baby’s birthday. Even if the only gift he wanted was something I couldn't offer him, at least I could spend the night with him. When I asked him what he wanted to do, he replied he wanted to watch a movie with me. I thought I would be in for a long session of harmless cuddles but he spent the whole time kneeling between my thighs and wearing only boxers.
“You just have to say the word and I will give you a nice blowjob, daddy.” He told me.
I tried to stay as focused as I could on the television but I was too horny to notice what was happening. Of course, my baby kept insisting and commenting on the big bulge that I couldn't really hide. In the end, I retreated to my room alone and once again took care of my big problem on my own. Now that he saw his plan didn't work, I wonder to what levels he is going to escalate his seduction before he leaves me alone. The thought of making him leave my house has never crossed my mind, I care too much about him for that and his teasing is my problem, although I would rather he stopped flirting so much and get his head around the fact that nothing will ever happen between us.
Tonight is the first night he will be back to the club, if he wants to, I am not sure he is going to come since we didn't discuss it. It was another subject I cowardly escaped but he has the doctor’s approval for sex as long as he doesn't strain his wound too much. This is not the first time there has been an injured submissive in the club and the dominants know how to interact with them by only doing short scenes that don't put them at risk. We can't deprive a horny boy of sex for all the months required to completely heal a broken arm or a dislocated shoulder, can we? In Callan’s case, he just needs to avoid the scenes involving too much stretching but he should be good with everything else.
Since it is the weekend, he will probably eat with his friends in the submissive's room while I enjoy dinner in my office with mine. Jacob keeps me posted on the latest development on Asher’s case which should result in him being in jail for the next twenty years at the very least. My sadist friend is already planning to start a rumor about the jerk being a child abuser which is sure to make his stay in prison a living hell. I also reassured my friends of my baby's health, telling them that he is back to his crazy self but I keep his constant flirting to myself. Aaron just kept preparing after we ate our pizza when there was a soft knock at the door and I was surprised to see Callan entered already dressed in his tiny shorts and his body glistening with oil. He is fuckinf gorgeous, dropping on his knees at attention with all the grace of an experienced submissive and I am not the only one gasping in the room at this sight. He didn't say anything and kept his head lowered, perfectly still.
“Did you want something, baby?” I asked after a while.
“I was wondering if you could consider playing with me tonight, master Gideon.
Oh fuck! I didn't expect this, of course he made sure to ask this in front of all my friends so that I will have to explain to them why I refused. He took great care into phrasing the question perfectly with a very respectful tone and he even addressed me by my right title. A submissive asking a dominant for a scene isn't the usual way but it is still fairly common. And it certainly isn't the first time one knocks at my door like this. Shit, I can't accept but I will never hear the end of it. The smart baby played a very smart move.
“I am afraid I have other plans, baby.” I replied dismissively.
I don't even imply I could be free another evening because we both know that is never going to happen.
“Too bad, may I be excused then, master Gideon?” He asked.
“Yes, baby.”
He really is doing his best, respecting proper protocol until the end.
“I will be on the dancefloor in case you change your mind.” He added, getting up and quickly walked out.
My poor baby. I just humiliated him in front of my friends and I didn't miss the way his voice almost broke or the sad look he briefly threw me just before walking out. Why can't he understand that it is in his best interest to stay away from me?
“What was that about?” Desmond asked suspiciously.
“Since when do you throw away a good looking submissive you have never tried before?” Jacob added bluntly
Lucious didn't say anything, but his looks convey all his disapproval. When am I going to get a break?
“I can't have sex with him.” I feebly replied.
“Yes, you can.” Lucious responded.
“If you don't know how, I will be happy to show you how it is done. Basically, you stick your stick in one of his holes.”
“You are funny, Lucious.” I growled.
“What I meant is, it would be too weird, I live with him and you know I don't do more than one-night stands.”
I tried to be as casual as I can to fool Jacob and Desmond but of course my best friends know better.
“You should try something more,” Desmond intervened.
“You should see it can be fun and from what I have seen, Callan is exactly the type of submissive you like. I certainly wouldn't say no to a night or a three-month contract with that one.”
You should shut up before I strangle you but I can't really say that. Can I? Shit, that bratty boy really cornered me well, making my life miserable whatever the decision I made.
“Perhaps later.” I muttered.
Never would be fine by me as well.
“I don't want to try just now, besides, I have got plans with Nick tonight.”
It was a lie, I didn't buy my favorite submissive won't refuse me a night. So it should be easy to arrange, Lucious cocked an eyebrow showing me he doesn't believe one word of what I just said. Fortunately, he didn't dig more into the subject and the rest of my friends seemed content with my last answer and changed the subject before they went into the playroom to dress for tonight.
“Be careful with what you are sowing.” My best friend whispered.
“Because you sure as hell will be reaping.” He added as he walked out of my office.
As if I needed him to tell me that all the events of the past week are tangible proof of it.