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𝑇𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑝

   His eyes.

   They way they watched me as I stood frozen in place.

   "E-Excuse me sir..?"

   "You heard me. Clothes off."

He had called me back in after shooting everyone out of the room, only to tell me to undress myself. Strip to my boxers...

"Why?!"

"Listen Micheal, just do it."

"I have a lover—"

"A lover you don't want. Now strip down before I strip you myself."

With that I sigh. Unable to do anything but what I'm told to do...
I've been daydreaming of this moment for months, maybe even years... And yet here we are, and I feel...

Anxious.

I don't understand what he wants, or why.

He's never once looked at me like this... With this- hunger. As if he'd devour me whole.
I've seen it before, yes, but only on the men he's brought home as a one night stand...

Before I even realize that I had been moving my body, my pants are to my ankles. Leaving my body mostly bare.

His handsome, yet terrifying eyes trail along my form, making me feel more embarrassed than I have been surfing this entire interaction.
"... Micheal, you're beautiful."

"Thank you...?"

"Come here."
He motions with his hand for me to come closer... I immediately approach.

He then pats his lap and I silently sit down for him.

"Sir, why are you doing this...?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that you've never once cared for me like this..."

"... And I've realized since you've left the manor how stupid of a man I've been... I've tried, and tried to fill the loneliness with meaningless sex, and throwaway boys... I've taken you for granted..."

I look down with shame. My face blossoming a bright red, like a rose.

"No, hey hey hey... Don't do that..." His fingers grace the edge of my jaw, bringing my gaze back up to meet his.

"... You're alright Micheal... I promise. Alright...? I'm sorry that I've been taking you for granted... You deserve so much better than what I've been doing."

He begins to move, he's moving.

Soon I find myself laying on top of cards, surrounded by empty cans and glasses... Laying on his table top.

"Let me make it up to you." He whispers in that smooth voice of his, right by my ear...

He knows.

He can see what that tone does to me, it's on display for him.

I push my legs together as he pushes them apart, smiling warmly down at the bump pressing against the thin fabric of my boxers...

His fingers trace the outline with barely more than a whisper of a touch... It sends small shivers throughout my body, making me press my hips closer, wanting more...

And there we went.

His fingers light, gentle... Pulling my boxers down, touching me in the ways I had dreamed about...

We were in that room for hours.

It... It was the best sex I've ever had. Jack knew his way around a body... My body...

And yet,
I'm still a cheater.

Now how do I go about this...?