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It was funny—the amount of queer professors who were either closeted or happy to hook up with someone on the down-low. I definitely hadn’t been expecting that when I’d gotten tenured. I hadn’t tried looking before then. It had felt like too much of a risk.

“New plan, Sir.”

The honorific meant nothing when it was accompanied by that sardonic smile. My breath still caught in the back of my throat. It didn’t mean anything, but there was a promise behind the word, a taste of what it would be like if he actually meant it. I could easily picture it—him run down after being a puppy for a few hours and falling to his knees.

Kind of like what he was doing now.

“Wanna run it by me first, pup?”

I had no idea how I managed to get the words out. His new plan was written all over his face as he licked his lips, heat in his eyes. There were only so many ideas that involved him going down to his knees.

I didn’t have to be an expert on all things gay to know. Some things transcended sexual orientation, and identities, and all the proper terminology.

“You’re smart enough to figure it out,” Jaime drawled. His eyes sparkled as he reached out to the band of my joggers. “I can always spell it out if you need me to. Only minor judgement included.”

“How generous.” I grabbed a fistful of his perfectly coiled hair before he could make another move. His pupils dilated slightly, lips parted. That was all the reaction he gave. I found myself craving to undo him more than that, to get more of himthat wasn’t the facade he put on for everyone else. “You wanna suck my cock, pup?”

Jaime squinted his eyes. It had been too predictable. He had more tells than he realized. I’d been lost when he wasn’t running his hands through his hair in the way I was used to seeing in subs. It turned out, he showed all his emotions on his face. He either squinted, crossed his eyes, or bit the inside of his cheeks or his bottom lip. Or he rearranged himself into yet another seating position that couldn’t be more comfortable than the previous one.

Granted, he couldn’t do that when he kneeled before me, so his face turned ten times more expressive to make up for it.

“Playing gay chicken with me gets you nowhere. You know that, right?”

It also reinforced his idea that that mouth of his could get him out of trouble. Or into more trouble. I thought I knew which one he was going after, but I still had to sit down and reorganize everything I thought I knew about him later.

“You’re the one dragging this out, pup.” I gritted the words at the same time as I tightened my hold on his hair. A gasp escaped those parted lips of his. It was better, but still not as satisfying as I’d hoped. “There are rules to follow if you want this.”

Jaime’s nostrils flared. I didn’t think it meant he was angry. He was getting impatient, though. That part was obvious.

“We’ve established I’m not good at those.”

“And I have no interest in talking you into submitting.” I did, but this was part of whatever game we were playing. I squared up my shoulders. The position still made me feel at a disadvantage. I tried to ignore it, to focus on the way he was watching me as if I was about to hand him his next meal and he was starving. He was starving for something all right. “So what is it going to be?”

“You haven’t told me what those rules are yet.” Jaime licked that bottom lip of his again. “Informed consent, remember?”

“That’s the kind of sass that would get you a slap to the face if we had an agreed upon dynamic,” I warned.

It just made him grin. “I’m not a fan of slaps to the face.”

“So that’ll be your motivation to not get one.”

He rolled his eyes. I reminded him of my hold on his scalp. He knew as well as I did that was as far as I would take it. I had no interest—or right—to punish him, just as I’d never have a right to do something he wasn’t a fan of, wording aside. That didn’t mean I couldn’t play around with the threat, let it hang in the air around us and build until Jaime was squirming beneath me.

Power surged through me. Rightness, too. That familiar sense of being with a sub began to wash over me once more, to sharpen the edges around my vision and bring him into focus.

I took a deep breath, let it fill my lungs before I spoke again. “You are going to swallow me as far as you can. Then, you’re going to relax your jaw, and you’re going to let me fuck your face.”

A pitiful whimper left Jaime’s lips before I could check if that was okay with him. “Yes, Sir.”

That one was closer to a true honorific. Not quite there, but I’d take it. “Tap my legs if you need a pause.”

Jaime nodded. His cheeks flushed pink as he tried to keep his eyes on me and not my crotch. “You have condoms here?”

Right.

I winced. “In one of the drawers there. Wait a second.”

He hummed. “I have a recent STI panel. All negative. And I always use barriers.”