Knew that something about him—his control, his calm, his certainty—was beginning to carve a space in me I didn’t know existed.And I knew, with a kind of quiet despair, that I was starting to fall for him.Not in spite of what he’d done to me.But because of it.Because when he looked at me, I felt seen. And yet, in the measured tone of his instructions, in the calculated rhythm of his touches, there was a care that felt more intimate than kindness. Gay sex This is the part that bothers you?”I kept going. Without restriction. Even if it meant crawling on my knees. Like scraping away the last bits of pride I hadn’t even realized I was still clinging to.When I was done, he flexed both feet and gave a satisfied sigh.“Good. Dishes spotless. I’m shaping you.And I wanted to be shaped.I didn’t know what that meant yet. “And no, I won’t be telling you what will earn it. I rubbed it in with long, steady motions, and when I reached behind, his voice stopped me.“Careful.”I froze.“Go lightly over the marks.
