Lay Me Down (MxM)

31. Side Bitch 🫑

A/N

Hey lovelies, I've noticed that some weird formatting glitched when I transferred this chapter over. I'll fix it tomorrow but for now I just really gotta crawl in bed. So sorry for the weird formatting issue! -Q

Lucas

Jae's gaze was burning. He looked so 'solid' standing there, with his large, strong frame looming over me. It was as menacing as it was intoxicating, and it confused the hell out of me. How many times over my short life had the shadow of a man overtaken me, made me feel small, made me feel worthless? How many times had part of me broken? Hell, dad broke my hand just a few days ago.
I thought that I should've been scared, because I was kneeling in front of a man who could break everything about me, a man I barely knew, yet I still wasn't afraid.

My heart... it didn't hurt.

Jae's pain, Jae's punishment, Jae's pleasure, Jae's reward... I wanted all of it. I wanted him to use and abuse me until I was a drooling mess—fucked into his mattress, bruised, aching... yet seen, valued, wanted. Maybe I shouldn't have trusted him this way so soon, and I was sure if Ian knew the extent of this arrangement he might freak out and tell me to take a step back.

... But I couldn't. I was gonna push this man till he broke me.

"Do you think I am a fool?" he asked gently, hazel eyes unwavering in their attention. Large hands were rested in his pockets as if this encounter was casual at best, but all the same, I didn't miss the sadistic look on his face. It was as if he had been only waiting for me to "slip up". In fact, I was sure he knew I would when he asked me to hold his drink.

My heart pounded in my chest like a freight train, and I had to force myself to take a full breath.
"... no, Master."

"Then why lie, dog?" He spit, voice now commanding and dark.

I fidgeted with the game in my hand, tapping it against my thigh as I fumbled to calm my racing thoughts. I had no intention of apologizing, and every intention to be the brattiest little fuck. I'd been having fun experimenting with Bratting and loved it so far. Bratting gave me an ironic bit of control, as my behavior steered the way in which he responded to my antics. Like, if I was a good boy he'd reward me with gentleness and pleasure. If I was extra naughty, he'd go harder, get riled up, and give me the pain I craved.

Call me crazy, but I wanted that.

I chewed on my lip and tossed potential responses around in my mind but fought to settle on one. My mind felt sluggish now, and for some reason, I even considered crawling to his feet for a moment to beg, which was the opposite of my initial intent. Jae just fucked with my head without even really doing anything, and I thought he had no idea how beautiful he was, how much his dominance drew me in. The way his nature seemed ever gentle, kind, and just. He was a reasonable man who valued logic and patience, a level-headed man, and I couldn't not respect that. It fueled my hunger for him like none other—the way he could flip a switch like this...

He cracked his neck and let an easy exhale go, lips curled into a soft smirk. "Pet, I asked you a question."

I just stared, must have been panting like a dog, but my mind had gone totally blank the longer I sat there. He was so fucking hot. The way his uniform clung to his toned body, the way the fabric stretched across his chest highlighting strong pectorals, biceps that could put me in twink jail, thick, muscular thighs, and big cock. Honestly, Jae was too much. Thank Sky Daddy I was speeding that morning, cause this? This was a dream. It didn't feel real, but I was there, in his house, on my knees, tongue tied underneath his domineering gaze.
I wanted him, I needed him.

He snapped his fingers several times in front of my face, the action causing me to blink myself back to present. "Did my pet hear a word Master said, or am I to believe this is more willful disobedience?" Jae popped a squat, his face now... bored almost, but not his eyes, no, those sparkled with wicked intent.

I swallowed hard, hating the way my tongue sat like lead in my mouth. Jae tilted his head and looked me over, plucking the video game gently from my hand. He tapped it on my forehead twice, exhaling a flatly worded, "We really need to work on your focus."

"Y-yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir." I murmured, dropping my eyes to the floor in embarrassment.

Initially, I'd had all this energy to practically hiss at him like a cat, and I dunno, be obnoxious, defy him further. I had wanted to give him a million more reasons just to light my ass on fire. But now that it came down to it, I felt like a buffering YouTube video. Not cool.

Jae hummed softly, still lingering at my level to study me like some kind of zoo animal. "Surprisingly compliant so far..." He murmured, reaching out to tilt my chin upwards, but I resisted ever so slightly. Perhaps a small act of defiance, but defiance all the same. "Look at me." he commanded, using a firm grip to force my gaze to meet his. I continued to push back, attempting to force my attention away. This totally worked to my benefit, and so without saying a word, I got under his skin.

"I'm losing my patience with you." He huffed, displeased with my display as I imagined he was delighted by it. "But it's nothing I can't correct."