I woke up to the sound of an acoustic guitar quitely filling the air. I slowly sat up, almost instantly regretting the choice to move when I felt a sharp pain in my backside, causing me to hiss. I couldn't help but smile though, last night was amazing. Last night? Was it last night? What was the time, the black out curtains where drawn so I couldn't even get an indication of the time. I looked around and saw red LED lights flashing 3:02am. What time did Austin bring me in here? Who was up at this time in the morning playing guitar? I had no clue, I was still overwhelmed with exaugstion, so I opted to just lay back down and listen to the quite guitar somewhere in Austin's vast house.
My mind instantly went on to my evening with Austin. It was so far from what I'd expected, but it was...it was an experience. I mean, it was amazing, that I couldn't deny, but now my mind thought of it, it left me confused too. I liked what he did to me, I liked being treated like I was a lesser person, but why? Usually, I hated it when people treated me like they where better then me. I usually hated getting told what to do, I didn't even really like being told what to do by teachers, boss's, I just did it because I knew I had too. Plus, my boss Sarah was awesome, so I didn't mind doing as I was told for her, but that's besides the point.
When it came to sex, even though I'm bottom, as I've said, I usually took control. I like being in control of myself, I don't know why, it's just how I was brought up. Always think for yourself, don't let anyone tell you want to do, or how to be, make your own choices. But this evening, I completely reliquished control and I liked it. The most confusing part of it was the punishment, it felt so wrong, and it made me feel so humiliated, but I loved it. It was so overwhelming and I really didn't know how to wrap my head around it all.
But I think what the worst part of it was...it was only the beginning. I mean pretty much what we did is something most couple would try at some point in the sexual aspect of their lives. You know, something to spice up their sex life. What if I couldn't handle more? What if I couldn't handle this on a regular basis? I guess the only thing I could do now was find out from Austin exactly what this kind of...relationship with him would entail. I mean I know he said he isn't some Mr. Grey, but he also said some aspects where true, but which parts? Yeah, I'd get the information from him, go home and have a serious think about it before giving him an answer...he should allow that right, because he knows I've never done anything like this before.
With all of this, I couldn't get back to sleep, my mind was swimming with too many questions. So, I got out of bed, switching the bedside lamp on and wrapping the white robe that hung from the door around me. I quitely left the room, I was on a mission to find a toilet on route, but I was being drawn to the sounds of the guitar which got closer as I walked down the stairs, past that room and into the main lobby.
I saw the loung door open, and saw Austin sat there, shirtless, strumming away at a Taylor 914CE electric/acoustic guitar. That I knew was a pricey guitar, last time I saw one, it was priced up for over five thousand pounds. They where rich people's guitars, guitars I could only ever dream of owning, let alone playing, but then again, Mr. Carlile was a rich man. I suddenly realised the song he was playing...it was Stone Sours Bother. That was easily one of my favorite songs, I was a little suprised to discover he even liked Stone Sour.
"Stone sour?" I spoke up finally, as he finished the song. Austin's head whipped around to my direction, his eyes wide, his expression shocked, but it softened a little when his eyes fell on mine.
"Yes, I like Stone sour, and it's a good song...what are you doing up Alan?"
"I could ask you the same thing." I shrugged cooly, staying in my spot, leaning against the door frame.
"Don't get coy with me Mr. Ashby, but if you must know, I was asleep, but I had to wake up for a video confence with a business I own over in England. I was too awake afterwards, so I came in here to play guitar to chill me out a little. Did I wake you?"
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