Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58346 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 292(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
And then I suddenly didn’t care my best friend could hear and see what was happening right there in front of him, that he would be forced into the role of a voyeur if he didn’t want to risk Savannah realizing he was there and traumatizing her from being walked in on. While he’s been there for some of our public scenes at the club, what he just witnessed was far beyond anything he saw of her before.
Again, I say her specifically, because before Savannah was in my life, there wasn’t an act Abe hadn’t seen me in. We’d even shared a female or three, the woman being the center of our attention each time but nothing physical between the two of us. Even though I’m turned on by watching a man’s cock slide in and out of a woman’s body, no matter which orifice, that’s where the arousal stops for me. I gave it a fair shot when I was much younger, but being physical with another male just doesn’t do anything for me. I’m not repulsed by it, but I don’t have a high-enough percentage of bisexuality to include it in my sex life.
Yet the percentage is high enough to want to see my wife take another cock like the good little sub she is.
My girl can take anything the sadist in me can dish out to her, but it’s no secret Savannah likes to wear a veil of couth in front of people when it comes to our dynamic. She doesn’t try to hide what we are—a Dominant and his submissive—but she prefers to save most of what we physically do for behind closed doors… or a heavy velvet curtain at the club. So it would’ve absolutely mortified her if she’d seen Abe standing there, having heard the filthy thoughts she’d spoken aloud. He couldn’t get out the door, because her eyes opened when her words cut off, and there was nowhere else for him to go. Any direction he would’ve tried to escape in, she would’ve seen him, so his only choice was to stay right where he was, aligned directly behind her, a perfect view, a front row seat, of what was to come.
So for the second time today, I divulge everything all at once, this time to the person I am closest to in the world. And when I’m done, he’s silent as he puts his thoughts in order.
When he finally speaks, his voice is a little calmer than before. “It makes sense now. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but there was this… tense distance between the two of you. And now that I think about it, yeah, I noticed it the first time around New Year’s. But soon after that was when you started looking for a house, so I brushed it off, thinking it was just the stress of all that.”
There’s a pause, and then he admits, “I gotta confess something, bro. When you started the story with Savannah finding those text messages—” His nostrils flare, and I hear the crack of his knuckles. When I glance down at his hands, his right one is in a fist while the left covers it. “—I had a hard time keeping my ass in this chair instead of getting up and kicking yours.”
I figured as much. “I would’ve let you. I don’t know if I’ll ever get over the guilt I feel from keeping it from her, from turning to someone else with this fantasy instead of her.”
He nods, looking down at his hands, now relaxed, his fingers laced. “I get why you did though. I can understand wanting to protect her, wanting to keep something like that from… I guess tarnishing her, for lack of a better word.”
I shrug. “It wasn’t just that. I didn’t want her to learn something about me that would make her look at me any differently. I’ve told you this so many times over the years, but I’ll say it again. No one has ever looked at me the way she does. No one has ever… worshipped me, made me feel like a fucking god, the way she always has.”
He nods again, letting out a sigh. “Yeah, I don’t know a sane person on this earth who’d take the risk of losing someone who looks at them the way Savvy looks at you, man. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s why I used to tease her and call her Lola Bunny, because she always looked at you like Bugs’s girlfriend, with the dreamy eyes. And yours would practically pop out with big cartoon hearts, even when you’d try to keep up with your dark and broody thing.” He chuckles. “But I stopped with the nicknames out of respect once you collared her.” He separates his hands, palms up in a “ya know?” gesture, before linking his fingers again.