managed to reassure him that he was a good boy--the best boy--when I stopped shuddering and pulled my cock out of his mouth.
I pulled him into a kneeling position and wrapped my arms around his head and shoulders, stroking the soft leather of his hood and his even softer skin, murmuring soothing words of affirmation to him as he panted contentedly against my chest. We stayed like that for a long time, Master and pup, basking in the afterglow of our combined pleasure.
The tour was shaping up to be more interesting than I thought.
Chapter 11
Chaz
All the awkward tension I had felt prior to my first session with Rafael turned to eager anticipation after that night. I spent the next few days screwing around with my music, watching YouTube videos, and bothering the shit out of my friend who had been a producer before becoming a manager whenever I came up on something that was just too complicated. She’d finally just told me to send her the files so she could mix them herself, and I was drunk enough Tuesday night that I’d actually done it.
I’d never sent a dick pic in my life, but that would’ve felt less intimate. It was Thursday, and I still hadn’t heard back, so I could only assume she was just trying to figure out how to tell me it was too shitty to fix with all the state-of-the-art recording equipment at her disposal.
At least I had an appointment with Raf that night to keep my mind off things. And he was used to me making an idiot out of myself around him, so that didn’t really matter as much. I’d given up on trying to make him think I was cool a long time ago, but for some reason, he liked hanging out with me anyway.
And now he liked putting me on a leash and calling me his pup, which had added a whole new dimension to our relationship. One I was looking forward to exploring in more depth that night.
I reached the club lobby, and Raf was waiting for me. He wasn’t wearing the vest this time, but he looked just as enticing in a gray button-down with rolled-up sleeves, suspenders and slacks.
Only he could make suspenders look sexy. The bastard.
I’d gone out for some new clothes now that I had seen what some of the other subs wore. I wasn’t sure I was ever gonna get to Assless Chaps Comfortable with all this, or that I even wanted to, but I actually liked the way I looked in the tattered black jeans, even if they were too tight to breathe in. Hopefully, he’d want them off before we got too far into things. The black tank was simple, but it would showcase the collar.
I already kind of missed that thing. A visual symbol proving that as far-fetched as it was, someone actually wanted me enough to own me. To mark me as his own. And not just any someone, but Rafael Fucking Martin. I’d been fanboying over him since before he was a household name, and his fan club had nothing on me.
If he could see the thoughts in my head, he probably would’ve wanted his own security detail, but I digress.
When he saw me, his eyes darkened in that new, perplexing way that made my heart trip over itself. He dragged his teeth over his bottom lip, shaping his mouth into the most malevolent, beautiful little smirk I’d ever seen.
“Look at you,” he said, grabbing me as soon as I came within arm’s length. He pulled me against his chest so fast the breath left my lungs in a rush, but I’d forgotten how to breathe anyway.
“I get pickup service this time?” I teased, trying not to look as flustered as I was.
“You think I’m gonna let you wander around this place?” he shot back, flattening his palm against the small of my back. My hands rested against his chest, and I could feel his heartbeat, so steady in comparison to mine. “You’d get snatched up in two seconds.”
I scoffed, looking away because my face was getting warm already and we weren’t even in the playroom yet. “Yeah, right.”
He touched my face, turning my chin toward him with a frown of genuine confusion. “You know, sometimes I can’t tell if it’s false humility or if you actually don’t have a clue.”
“A clue about what?” I asked, confused.
Raf just sighed, pulling back only to take my hand. He gave it a gentle