5

I have to keep an eye on him, though. He might slip into subspace. He does that a lot when we do pain play. Even now, it's just after 9 in the morning, and he's still sleeping. Usually, he wakes up early.

If it was midweek, I'd have let him stay at home.

I kissed his pouty lips, and he purred, stirring a little. He moved off of me, turning. I bet he'd be sore when he wakes up. I slipped off the bed and put some clothes on. Jackson likes it when we sleep naked. He likes the skin-to-skin contact and the vulnerability of it all.

I decided to make him his favourite breakfast. I know he'd be starving. I went to wash my face quickly before heading downstairs to get on with my day.

My mind was racing with thoughts of everything. I want to go and see Samantha, but at the same time I want to stay here and take care of Jackson. I'm torn between the two.

"Michael?" I heard Jackson's soft voice and smiled.

"In the kitchen, baby," I called out. He trudged in slowly, still pretty much sleepy and rubbing his eyes.

"Why'd you go?" He said. He'd put on shorts and nothing else. "I missed you in bed." He rested his head on my shoulder. "What's that smell?" He asked.

"I'm making French toast," I said, kissing his head. "I was going to wake you up,"

"Well, I'm awake now. I overslept," he yawned again. "I was thinking of going to see Samantha."

"You were?" He must be just as worried as I am. She's our friend, after all. "Are you good to go anywhere today?" I turned to him.

"I'm super sore, if that's what you're asking me," he said walking around the countertop to sit. His face twisted in pain when he tried to sit. "Okay, maybe not a good idea," he groaned quietly. "Why did you have to have such a big cock?"

I chuckled under my breath, turning back to the stove, taking out the last batch of toast. "You love my big cock, baby," I said.

"Last night was amazing," he said. I turned back to him, and he was smiling, a rosy hue racing to his cheeks.

"Was it?" I quirked a brow at him.

"Don't you think so?" He asked me unsure, his eyes searching. I know exactly what he's searching for. I switched the stove off and grabbed the toast to take with me. I got us juice from the fridge before sitting down behind Jackson. He sat on my lap.

"Better?" He hummed, nodding, already eating. "Last night was amazing," I said. He turned to me. "It was a whole new experience for me."

"Yeah, well, you've been holding back on me," Jackson said, hooking one arm around my shoulder.

"Yeah, I've been holding back on me too," I said quietly, eyeing him. His face changed.

"You didn't...like it?" He asked me quietly.

"It's not that I didn't like it. I did." I wrapped my arms around him. "I just got scared. That's all. I don't want to hurt you, baby. last night, I wasn't in my right mind and I could have hurt you."

"But you didn't," he argued. "Not in the way I wouldn't want you to. I trust you, Michael, and believe me when I say it was amazing. I wish we could do it again," he smiled sweetly.

"Angry sex?" He nodded. "You realise that I'd have to be angry for that? I wouldn't...do that when I'm calm and collected."

"You are always angry, baby," he pointed out.

"No, I'm not," I snorted, taking a slice of toast.

"Baby, you get angry quite easily. And if you aren't angry, then I'll make you angry."

"You can't make me angry."

"Don't be so sure," he said, smirking. "I can be a pretty mean brat if I have to," he winked at me.

"And," I brushed my hand down to his ass. "I know exactly how to tame my brat," I said, squeezing his ass. He hissed, jumping a little.

"Fuck, not so soon," he wheezed.

We ate quietly, and I haven't detected any drop with him yet. He seems fine. I can't let my guard down. "You're really okay to leave the house?" I asked him.

"Yeah, why?"

"Samantha", I said. "We should go see her," he nodded without question.

"She needs us,"