Master, Master {ManxMan} {BDSM}

Chapter Eleven

{Chapter Eleven}

The movie is great, from what I gather. I'm not exactly paying attention to the movie, but rather David in my lap, his lips connected with my own while his hands pull on my hair slightly. My hands are resting on his hips, my fingers digging into them. The windows are fogged up from our heavy breathing and the air in the car is humid.

He grinds against me, his tongue dominating me, his hands yank on my hair more before they fall between us. He moves back slightly, not removing his lips from mine, to unzip my jeans but he ends up hitting the horn. We both jump at the loud noise, only David jumps away from me and hits his head on my roof.

“Ow,” he yelps, rubbing his head before his eyes find mine. Then we both fall into a fit of laughter. After a few minutes David sobers up and sighs, leaning down to rest his forehead against my shoulder. “I guess that's a sign we should probably slow down.”

“Or it's a sign to go back to my place where it's more comfortable,” I offer in amusement. David laughs, his smaller body shaking against mine with it, but then I feel him shake his head against my shoulder.

“On the second date?” He pulls away to arch a brow at me, his dark blue eyes barely discernible in the low lights. “What do you take me as, a whore?”

“Of course not, that's my title,” I reply in a purr. To prove my point I slip my hands under his shirt, the heat of his skin warming my palms. I slide them up slowly but he stops me before my fingers reach his visibly erect nipples.

“Not yet,” he mumbles, his eyes flashing with hesitation. I tilt my head at that and open my mouth to probe him about it but he interrupts me. “I need to tell you something, it's pretty important. But not tonight. I'm free on Sunday so we can go out to dinner, on me.”

“But--”

“No buts. Now we should probably go, the movie is over.” He points out and I realize he's right. I nod and he moves back into his own seat while I put the speaker back and drive slowly towards the exit. I stop so David can throw the trash away in the bin and then drive back to his house.

The drive doesn't take more than twenty minutes but it's so silent it feels like it took years. The air in the car seems to have shifted, probably from my nervousness over what he needs to tell me. Is he going to tell me he doesn't want to date? Did I do something wrong? Jesus, we've been on two dates, what could I have possibly done in that time to make him upset? Or is he upset?

Horror washes through me as I wonder if he's HIV positive. It makes sense, since he didn't want to go any further before telling me. My fists clench tightly around the steering wheel as that possibility embeds itself in my head like a splinter and refuses to leave.

“Jason,” David calls in amusement. I jump and flicker my eyes from the road to him.

“Yeah?”

“You passed my apartment.” I look around at the run down houses, realizing he's right.

“Oh, um, I'm sorry,” I mumble and make a U-turn that I think might have been illegal. I don't care though and instead focus on getting to Dave's apartment. I park in the parking lot and turn off the car, jumping when I feel warm fingers on my arm.

“Thank you, this was really great,” David says with a smile. Although it's hard to make out in the dimming light, I still manage to see it. I smile back but I'm not sure it's a full smile, my own worries seeming to take over my previous good mood. He frowns when he notices this and his arm falls back to his side as if my smile had hurt him. “Jay, I promise it's nothing to be worried about.”