Learning to Trust - M.A. Innes Page 0,66

a jockstrap in the house because he wants to always see his sub’s ass and to remind him who he belongs to.”

The shiver that raced through Morgan answered my question before I could even think to ask how he felt about that idea. “Stand up and let me see how your spanking looks.”

The casual order sent another shiver through him as he nodded and scrambled to stand. I had a feeling my sweet sub had a naughty side that liked the idea of showing off for his Dom because his already half-hard dick started thickening even more.

Turning around so his back was to me, he peeked over his left shoulder, giving me a look I hadn’t seen before. At first glance he looked very innocent, but there was a wickedness underneath that said he wanted someone to strip away the untouched air about him.

And I sounded like I was daydreaming in a damned romance novel, so I kept those thoughts to myself.

Reaching out, I cupped his faintly pink cheeks, running my hands possessively over his ass. He let out a low moan, arching back to press his ass more firmly against my fingers. “I think next time I’m going to have to spank you a bit harder.”

He made another needy sound, swallowing several times. “I want to be good for you.”

“And a firmer spanking will help with that.” I gave one cheek a pat. “And it will make sure you look nice for me.”

That earned me another shiver running through him, but as tempting as he was, I had to get him cleaned up. With one more firm pat just to remind him who he belonged to, I stood behind him and kissed the side of his face. “Go pick out some underwear and a shirt and meet me in the bathroom.”

“Yes, Sir.” He turned, kissing my cheek that time and hurried off to find something to wear.

Grabbing new clothes for myself took only seconds, unlike my boy, who seemed to be searching through every drawer. However, by the time I was in the bathroom and had the shower warming up he met me with a cute, slightly sheepish look on his face.

Whatever he’d grabbed got shoved on the counter as he stared expectantly at me. Yes, it was time to get naked. Showering in clothes was not the best option.

Morgan must have realized I was slightly uneasy because he inched closer to me in the small bathroom. “Can I help?”

Nodding, I let my hands rest against my sides, waiting to see what he would do. Once he had permission, there was no hesitation in him as he reached up and ran his hands over my chest. It was an intimate touch but also comforting and familiar from all the times he’d cuddled into me.

By the time he started tugging my T-shirt up, the familiarity of it all had me relaxing. When my shirt was on the floor, he ran his hands over my chest again, peeking up through his lashes once more as his fingers inched lower. I could see the question on his face so I nodded, toeing off my shoes as he reached for my belt.

His touch was more businesslike, which made it easier to stay relaxed as well. I wasn’t nervous about being naked with him, but aside from the locker rooms at school, I could count on one hand the number of times I’d been even close to naked with someone else.

As my pants and socks joined the pile on the floor, he looked at me again questioningly. I nodded, finally smiling as he bit his lower lip and reached for my boxer briefs. He was doing his best to look relaxed and not add to my unease, but he was almost vibrating with excitement.

I’d never had anyone in my life who was this curious to see me naked. He wanted me. It was a startling realization but one that somehow made it feel right.

My dick had softened a bit as we’d started getting ready for our shower, but it hardened again under his gaze. As my underwear fell to the floor, I gave him a kiss. “Shower. Before it starts to cool.”

We seemed to have a reasonable amount of hot water, but I wasn’t going to test how much when it was our first time in there together. He smiled but seemed to be forcing his eyes up to meet mine. I chuckled and took his hand. “Come on. I’ll let you scrub me