Dirty Laundry: A Tucker Springs Novel #3

Adam feel calm and good. The best, though, came when Denver told Adam to roll up the mat, and Adam said, “Okay.” Denver grabbed him by the arm, not hard, but with enough force to get his attention.
    “You say, ‘yes, Sir,’ when I tell you to do something, otherwise I’m going to punish you.”
    Adam stilled, surprised, and part of him a little affronted. Except most of him purred. He also got a little hard.
    “Yes, Sir,” he said, his voice thick. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
    Denver nodded gruffly and smacked him playfully on the ass. “All right then. Keep working, boy.”
    Adam did. He worked hard, and he never missed a cue to call Denver Sir. When they were finished, Denver ruffled his hair and smiled at him.
    “You did good, boy. Real good. So good that I’m going to give you a reward.”
    “Yes, Sir,” Adam replied, beaming like a puppy.
    Denver gave him a stern look. “Now, what I’m giving you is your reward, so if you don’t like it, you have to say so. You’re also going to have to do something uncomfortable to get your reward. If it’s too much, you have to tell me so I can make it better for you.”
    Jesus. Adam was ready to come right there in a stranger’s open garage. “Yes, Sir.”
    “All right. Now get in the truck, boy. And go ahead and play with yourself, because I know this all got you hard, and I wouldn’t mind watching you fiddle your dick while I drive.”
    Adam fiddled, all right. He spread his legs and jacked himself because Denver told him he was a good, good boy, and he was just about to come all over the dashboard when the truck stopped. Sitting up in a bit of a blur, Adam saw they were parked in an unfamiliar apartment complex. Except it was familiar, because he’d seen pictures.
    This was Denver’s place.

“I told you it was going to be uncomfortable,” Denver said, his voice soothing and commanding at once. “I want you to try, though, because a good boy will try. You won’t stay long. Just long enough to get your reward. Then we can go, or we can stay. Your call.”
    Adam wanted to stay, but whatever magic had borne him all evening began to wane. He took deep breaths, trying to tell himself he could do it. It didn’t work.
    Then he realized he was using the wrong coach.
    He turned to Denver, shaking, knowing he looked pale or green or maybe both. “I need you to tell me to do it,” he whispered. “I think I can, but it has to come from you. I need you to boss me into your place. Like, really hard. Almost mean.” He swallowed. “You have to be bigger and meaner than the voice inside my head. But it listens to you. It doesn’t listen to me.”
    Denver studied him for a long time, so long that Adam thought he wasn’t going to do it. Then finally he leaned forward. “Say it right.”
    God. God . So bossy, so hard, so fucking Denver that Adam wanted to suck his cock to show him how much he loved it. “Please boss me around really hard, Sir, and tell me I have to go into your apartment.”
    Denver’s eyes glinted for a moment in a kind of carnal pleasure that made Adam’s mouth water. Then he took Adam’s chin hard in his hand and said, “Boy, you get our ass out of this truck right now, and you go into my apartment. You walk in the front door, and you get on your knees in the middle of the carpet, and you put your hands behind your back and wait for me to tell you what to do.”
    “Yes, Sir,” Adam whispered, but he was afraid.
    Denver pinched his chin. “I don’t care what your OCD tells you to do. I’m telling your OCD that I’m in charge. I’ll make sure the fire alarm works and everything’s okay. If the OCD needs something checked, it can ask me, but it has to say, ‘Sir, please, may my OCD ask you a question?’ and then it has to tell me and let me fix it. Then it has to let you get your reward. It can’t say no. It can’t yell at you or tell you that you’re doing anything wrong. That’s my job . You get it, boy? You’re mine right now. I’m going to boss you so hard you come over it. Because you’re going to come before you leave my place. You’re going to learn that being in my apartment means coming hard and good and being safe. You got that, boy? Look me in the eye and tell me that you understand.”
    “Yes, Sir,” Adam whispered, but his eyes were unfocused.
    “Yes, Sir, what?” Denver demanded.
    “Yes, I understand.”
    “You understand what, boy?”
    So hard. So hard and almost mean, but in a way that felt so