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“ I just had an idea!” I exclaim. “It might sound crazy, but give me a chance to explain.”
His forehead furrowed, Errol gives me a clearly skeptical look. “OK,” he says, sounding reluctant.
“Before, you suggested a kind of role-play game to help me get over Eliza. What if we made this into a game? Maybe if you had a different incentive to focus on, your thoughts wouldn’t spiral and paralyze you.”
“A different incentive like what?”
“Pick a goal every day — asking ten people if they want to buy a raffle ticket, or five people to donate to the online fundraiser, or whatever. It’s obviously just on the honor system, but tell me what your goal is, and then tell me when you get home if you made it or not.
Give me a list of what you want —scenes, toys, kinks, whatever.
I’ll pick one each day you hit your goal to reward you with. ”
He doesn’t look sold yet, but he definitely looks intrigued. “What if I don’t meet the goal?”
I give him a sly smile. “Then you have to do something of my choice for me. Write down any hard limits you have that I don’t already know about. Other than that…”
Errol pulls his lower lip between his teeth and gnaws on it for a bit before he takes a deep breath. “OK. If you think it’ll work, let’s give it a shot.”
About to head upstairs, I turn on the first step. “I’ll have you know, I have a lot of managerial experience motivating people to improve their performance.”
That gets a tiny smile out of Errol. “I’m sure you do, Stud,” he says as he comes up to me. Looking down at him from the first stair, I realize the height disparity — with me being taller — is a sexy novelty. Errol picks up on it too, his brows lifting.
“Ohhh, this is different,” he breathes as he lifts his face towards mine.
I wrap my hand around the back of his neck as I sink my tongue into his mouth.
When we pull our lips apart and he looks up at me, my dick stirs in my pants.
He runs his tongue over his lower lip, eyes dilated with lust. “You —” He swallows and takes a breath.
“You really did a good job helping me take my mind off all the shit I had to deal with at work the other night,” he says.
It’s an old habit I realize I’ve slipped back into: Giving voice to the things Errol wants. “You want me to do that again tonight? Give you something else to think about for a little while?”
He looks a little embarrassed as he nods. “I’d like that,” he mumbles.
Hopefully this game I proposed will get him more comfortable with asking for what he needs, but for tonight, I’m just happy that I can do anything to make him feel better about this shitty situation.