“I think… I think you should go.”
I wanted to pull him into my arms and soothe him, but I sensed he needed to work through things himself. “Six forty-five. Be ready, and we’re going to Ash Wednesday mass on the way, so dress nicely and bring a change of clothes.”
Fourteen
Corbin
I was grumpy as fuck the next morning. I’d hardly slept at all. As soon as Beau left, I’d rushed upstairs to jerk off, but I kept imagining him scowling at me, telling me I was a bad boy who needed to be punished. Of course, that only made me harder, but I wanted to be good. I wanted to show him I could be disciplined, so I stopped myself.
I took a cold shower, then watched videos about disgusting things like giant cockroaches and those wasps that lay their eggs inside a living caterpillar. I did everything I could to try and forget about how much I wanted Beau and how desperately I needed to come again, but as soon as I tried to go to sleep, I just tossed and turned, thrusting my hips against the mattress, then forcing myself to turn over on my back.
I wished he’d tied me up so I couldn’t touch myself. Why did he want me to do this on my own?
As soon as I fell asleep, I dreamed Beau was there, watching me, telling me he’d know whether I was a good boy or not. Why did I need to please him so badly when my first instinct had been to do everything I could to anger him?
Even now I didn’t want to completely surrender to him. I wasn’t usually so submissive, but I loved it when Beau took control. What did that even mean?
I might not be ready to displease him when he gave me orders in that husky voice after making me come harder than I ever had in my life, but I was sure as hell ready to protest if he thought I was going to be his cleanup boy all day.
Did he seriously expect me to attend mass like this? I dressed like he said. I didn’t want to give him any more excuses to punish me.
When he picked me up, the first thing out of his mouth was, “How’d you sleep?”
I glared at him. “Like shit, and you know it. Now I get to be tortured by you all day as if the night wasn’t enough.”
“You get to shadow me today.”
Great. I’d be around him all day, smelling him, watching sweat drip down his body. He tended to spend at least part of the day with his coveralls tied around his waist, the tank he usually wore underneath exposing the bulging muscles of his shoulders and arms and the beautiful planes of his chest. Beau dirty and scruffy was a fantasy come to life. “I hope the rest of your employees don’t mind that I’ll be hard the whole fucking day.”
“I intend to teach you more today. Maybe you’ll actually be able to concentrate if you’re learning something new, not that I mind you ogling me like you were yesterday.”
“I don’t—”
“Don’t lie to me. I warned you about that.”
How the hell did that harsh voice of his make me want him even more than I already did. I really had a fucking problem.
True to his word, Beau took us to a beautiful church near his shop. I waited to be struck down since even when I was kneeling at the altar I couldn’t stop thinking about Beau and how much I wanted him.
When we finally got to the shop, Beau had some office work to do, and he gave me papers to file. I grumbled about doing stupid paperwork, and he gave me a sharp look. “Is this how today is going to go?”
Last night, I’d decided I would show him how good I could be. I wanted to prove to him he couldn’t get to me, but here I was being a brat when I hadn’t even been at work for an hour. I was just proving him—and my brothers—right all over again.
I looked down at the floor and then up through my eyelashes. “No, sir.”
“Quit that,” he growled.
I intended to do better, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t tease. While he was still watching me, I picked up the pile of papers and began to sort them. A few moments later, I glanced over at him and caught him watching me with heat in his gaze. I bit my lip to keep from laughing and went back to work.
Not more than ten minutes could have passed when Beau pushed away from his desk and stood. “Come on.”
“What are we doing now?”
“We’re going to work on the Ferrari.”
That shocked me. “You’re seriously going to let me help you with Remy’s car?”