Chapter 6

Alaric’s POV

“Get on your knees” I’d growl, and he would drop instantly, his knees spreading wide as he exposed himself fully to me, offering everything without hesitation. I would circle him slowly, the crop resting in my hand, dragging it lightly over his skin before tapping his balls gently at first, just enough to make him react then harder, each strike building until a soft whimper slipped past his lips.

I would make him beg for my touch and his voice would crack as he obeyed, the desperation clear in every word as he pleaded. I would step closer, pushing my fingers into his mouth without warning, watching as he took them in, sucking instinctively, his lips wrapping around them like it was my cock, eager to please me.

Then I would take my time, preparing him properly, working him open slowly, stretching him with practiced patience until his body responded completely, until he was trembling and leaking, unable to hide how much he needed more.

And when he was ready, when he was fully open and waiting, I would take him down, pressing him forward, controlling every movement, every reaction, until he was completely mine to use.

The fantasy hit me hard and I came against the tile, my body tensing as it spilled out in thick ropes, a low sound leaving my throat as I muttered his name from the chat under my breath over and over again…my boy… my boy.

The water washed everything away, rinsing it clean, but the hunger inside me didn’t fade and just stayed.

I dried off quickly, pulling on jeans and a shirt that hugged my chest, the fabric clinging to my muscles. Then I headed downstairs and sat at my desk, flipping open my laptop. Work was waiting for me, my remote job, emails stacking up from clients needing reports and updates.

I got into it quickly, replying to the important ones first, my fingers moving fast over the keys. But even as I worked, my mind didn’t stay still. It still drifted.

As much as I didn’t want the life Caius had, the wife, his kid and his routine, I couldn’t ignore the feeling that had been creeping in lately. Work filled my days and running helped clear my head. But during the nights?

They stretched too long and I found myself fighting to sleep. It was always too quiet and empty. Maybe “empty” wasn’t the right word, unfulfilled felt closer to the truth.

I didn’t want love and I didn’t want to spend forever with someone but I wanted something. I wanted the rush of a scene, the weight of control and the moment a sub gave in completely and let go under my hands. I missed that intensity and that connection that didn’t need words.

Holding someone after, feeling their body go soft and heavy, hearing their breath steady while I told them how well they did, that was what I craved, not romance but control and consistency with someone who understood what they were giving and chose to give it anyway.

I got lost in my work for a while, the screen starting to blur as I typed. When I finally checked the time, I realized that it was almost four.

“Fuck, I’m late,” I muttered, grabbing my phone quickly.

I texted Caius immediately. Hey, I totally lost track of time and would be late for a bit. Hopefully, traffic wouldn’t be bad.

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I headed upstairs again for a quick rinse, letting the hot water hit my skin, my mind already drifting back to the sub. I wondered if he also looked forward to us chatting again and if he was thinking about me the same way I was thinking about him. Maybe I’d send something later, something simple and something that would keep him waiting. By the time I got out and dressed again, more time had passed than I expected.

An hour later, longer than planned, I finally pulled up to Caius’s house. The familiar driveway was lined with flowers Sarah always took care of, bright and neat like everything else about their home.

I parked and stepped out, walking through the side gate into the backyard. The smell of grilled meat filled the air, mixed with laughter drifting from inside. It felt warm, what I didn’t have in my own house.

I walked around and slid the door open.

“I’m sorry I’m late,” I called out as I stepped inside, scanning the room.

Sarah looked up immediately, her face lighting up. “Alaric!” she said, already moving toward me. She wrapped me in a warm hug, her presence soft and familiar. Her warm hugs were still the same.

“Hey,” I said, hugging her back and pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “Sorry again.”

“It’s fine,” Caius called from the couch, stretching his legs out. “We’re not complete yet because Mason isn’t here so your lateness isn’t the worse.”

Across the room, a woman stood and waved. “Hello, I’m Jane.”

“Nice to meet you, I’m Alaric,” I replied, smiling politely. She was attractive, sure but not my type.

My attention flicked briefly to the door, wondering about Mason, but my thoughts tried to drift again before I pulled them back.

Then the door opened and Mason walked in, running a hand through his messy hair. “Sorry I’m late.”

“You sure took your sweet time, as usual,” Caius shot back, his tone sharper than expected.

I caught it immediately, the way Mason flinched. It was quick, almost hidden, but I saw it. That wasn’t normal.

He recovered fast, greeting his mum and Jane, hugging them and smiling like nothing had happened but something about him felt… off, like he was tense.

He turned to me finally, a grin spreading across his face. “Long time no see, old man.”

“Nice one. You’re just like your father,” I shot back, and everyone laughed, easing the tension a little.

But I didn’t forget that flinch. Dinner moved on, with conversations overlapping each other, Jane asked about my move, talked about her son while Srah asked me about work, telling me to take time to rest but I kept watching Mason because he barely touched his food.

Every time Caius spoke, his shoulders tightened and his posture shifted, smaller somehow, like he was bracing for something. It didn’t sit right with me because I had known him since he was a kid. He was loud and fearless but this was different.

The meal dragged on, my fork pushing my food around my plate again as my thoughts began to drift once more. I kept fading in and out of the conversations as my mind slipped away back to the sub.

I imagined messaging him right then.

"Boy, tell me what you’d do if I walked through your door. Would you strip? Would you bend over and wait?

I could already see the reply forming and it was hesitant, eager, filled with need. Every word would give him away, every line showing how ready he was and how much he wanted it.

I imagined sitting there at the table, silent, while my thoughts built something darker, something private, something that didn’t belong in a room like this.

Planning, anticipating and waiting.