1 WEEK LATER
Lucas has always had a vivid imagination.
Sometimes the wild scenarios that play out inside that filthy mind of his shocks him. But what doesn’t come as a surprise are his feelings. The same ones he experiences while bringing himself to a powerful climax. The same ones tied to a dark-haired, blue-eyed man that Lucas is absolutely crazy about in every way possible.
“Fuck. Not b-big enough…”
Lucas moans in pleasure and frustration after pressing a button on the remote control belonging to his vibrator. The intensity of the vibrations goes up a notch, the smooth curved tip of the toy pressing directly on Lucas’ sensitive prostate. He’s been going at this for almost an hour, teasing and edging himself while imagining his Master was here doing this for him.
“Ah!” Lucas arches his back off the bed and wails loudly as he finally cums untouched, making a mess all over his stomach and chest.
He immediately turns off the toy to enjoy his orgasm in peace. It isn’t as mind-blowing as he had wanted it to be because he’s home alone and Michael is God knows where doing who knows what, but it’s enough to keep Lucas sated for the time being.
Lucas stares blankly at the ceiling afterward, panting but not quite worn-out. He wonders how long it’ll be until he can get rid of these toys for good and have Michael’s cock instead. Lucas’ imagination doesn’t do Michael any justice. Visualizing his Master railing him out until he’s reduced to tears just isn’t the same as it happening in real life.
“I can’t fucking wait anymore. I have to tell him.” Lucas carefully removes the toy from his over-lubed entrance before climbing off the bed to freshen up in the shower.
Minutes later, he’s drying off and calling his Master. Michael answers on the first ring.
“Lucas?”
“Good afternoon, Master! How are you today? Not too busy for a quick chat, I hope.”
“I’m never too busy for you, Lucas. And I’m doing much better now that I’ve heard your voice. We haven't spoken since that night at the club… I was afraid I might’ve scared you off by taking you on the tour. I wanted to call you, check in on you many times, but I also didn’t want you to feel pressured to speak to me—”
“Master.” Lucas cuts Michael off, barely suppressing a giggle at how cutely Michael is rambling. It’s clear he’s as nervous as Lucas. “I told you I needed time to think things over, remember? I’m sorry it took a week for me to do that, but I’m calling to let you know I finally came to a decision. I'm ready to tell you what I want.”
“And what is it that you want, baby?”
“You, Master,” Lucas whispers shakily. It just hits different when Michael calls him baby instead of using his real name. “I want to be with you. I want to be your submissive. I want you to train me, and I want to make you proud. Please tell me that your offer still stands…”
“Yes, it does.”
Lucas sighs in relief. “Thank God.”
“Tell me something, Cherry boy. Where are you right now? And are you busy?”
“No. I’m at home.”
“Good. Can I come by and sit with you for a few hours? We can get the paperwork started together, and you can ask me whatever questions you want along the way. Will that be okay?”
“More than okay! I’ve missed you so much, Master...” Lucas glances over at his messy bed and blushes, realizing he’s talking to the man responsible for him having cum so much. “I can’t wait to see you again.”
“I’m excited to see you again, too. Wear something pretty for me, will you?”
“Of course. Nothing but the best for you, Master.”
Before they hang up, Michael tells Lucas that he will be over within the next hour. Lucas rushes to finish getting dressed. And in the midst of it all, Lucas cleans out his phone by deleting all contacts belonging to the lame sugar daddies that he used to fool around with. Lucas knows his Master is big on honesty and trust, so what better way for Lucas to show that than by proving to Michael that he’s the only man that his heart and body desires?
“God, how have I become this sprung?” Lucas mumbles while fixing his hair in the mirror. He keeps his makeup light and his outfit simple—a t-shirt and ripped jean shorts. The next time that Lucas checks his phone for the time, he squeals with anticipation.
Michael should arrive within twenty minutes.
