Page 10 of C is for Comfort

“Oh. Yeah.”

“Anything else?”

I tip my head back as he digs his thumbs into my shoulder muscles. “Oh god, that feels so good.”

“I’m a doctor,” he reminds me.

“They teach massage in med school?”

“No, but we do learn about anatomy. You’re avoiding my question, Corey.”

“Nothing else that I can think of.”

“If something comes up, let me know.”

“Okay.”

“Turn around.”

There’s something about his tone. I get that he’s a Dom and he’s used to telling subs what to do, but his voice isn’t as commanding as the other guys I’ve played with, and it’s not just because he’s whispering. There’s a quiet control to his voice, which makes it firm but gentle. His words melt into my mind and beg me to obey. I turn to face him, but as he starts to undo my buttons, I’m suddenly self-conscious. I dart my gaze around the room, wondering if anyone is watching us.

“You’ve gone tense again.”

“Sorry.”

“There’s no need to apologise. I promise that by the time I’m finished with you, you won’t care how many people are in this room with us.”

I want to believe him, but I’m not sure I can.

“I like this,” he says approvingly as he pushes my shirt back to reveal a figure-hugging pleather vest top.

It’s got net cut-outs that curve over my chest, allegedly to highlight my body. Not that I’m anything special to look at. I’m just a regular guy. Then again, so is Spence. I don’t see any hint of bulging muscles beneath his perfectly fitting shirt.

“You should have taken your shirt off ages ago,” he says.

“I guess I didn’t see much point.”

He removes my shirt and tosses it onto the floor beside the weird-looking sofa. I remember that there are lockers in the toilets, but that would mean one of us heading out there to put our clothes away. Somehow, I don’t see that happening.

“I’m going to strip you naked,” he says.

I could say no, but I don’t want to. He’s motionless, watching me carefully, and I realise he’s waiting for me to confirm that I’m all right with that.

“Okay.”

He smiles and takes hold of the hem of my top, pulling it up and over my head. It lands right on top of my shirt. I look around again. We’re being watched now. I’ve never been naked in front of more than one person before. Okay, that’s a lie. But it doesn’t count if I was under the age of five.

He takes my boots and socks off, combining them and standing them beside my clothes. He undoes my jeans next, sliding them down my legs so I can step out of them. They get tossed onto the growing pile of clothes. I’m wearing nothing but my underwear, which aren’t exactly sexy. He doesn’t seem to care. It comes off, leaving me completely naked. I move to cover myself with my hands, but he catches hold of them and squeezes them gently.

“You’re gorgeous,” he tells me.

“People are looking.”

“Yes, because they see exactly what I do—a beautiful young man.”

“Are you going to take your clothes off?”

“Soon.” He guides me to the sofa, positioning me so I’m facing the bigger of the two curves. “Lie down on your back.” He pats the dip between the curves. “I want your head here.” Then he rests his hands on the crest of the large curve. “And your arse here.”