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5. SAM

I never stayed the night at a stranger’s place, but Zander wasn’t a stranger, in fact, this is what our friends had tried to get to happen, I was just sinking into the comfort of allowing myself, tipsy and tired to have a nice place of rest.

In the same bed we’d had sex, we hadn’t moved, even after Zander mentioned getting ourselves cleaned off. I was still in my crop top, pushed all the way up and my crotchless fishnets. He cuddled beside me, his leg hooked over mine, his hand drawing pictures or connecting the moles on my back.

“You make content in this room then?” I asked, trying not to fall asleep just yet, I was still carrying his load in me. Once wrong move and I was making a mess.

“Yeah, I’m still surprised you haven’t heard of me,” he said, pressing his lips to my back and kissing me.

“So, you have people over?”

“No, I told you, I don’t have anyone over, ever,” he said. “You’re the only person I’ve fucked in here. My actual bedroom on the other hand, also doesn’t see much action.”

“I don’t—” I yawned. “I don’t believe that in the slightest.”

“It doesn’t, I get most of my action at the club,” he said, which made sense actually. “I’m not sure if you noticed when you came in, but it’s hardly the type of place I want to invite people to.”

“What is it exactly that you do then? Costume store, like, do you operate from you apartment?” I asked, still trying to wrap my head around costume store. “Surely, it’s not that big of a market.”

He gave my back another kiss. “I do sexual costumes, sometimes with latex, sometimes the furry stuff,” he said. “My store is only open in the evening on week days. It’s a couple blocks away, looks super rundown on the outside. You wouldn’t notice it if you weren’t looking for it.”

“So, why do you have all this stuff in your place?”

“It’s overflow, and some of it is to be sent out, or raw material,” he said. “I make a lot of stuff myself.”

I turned my head on the pillow to look at him. “Are you bullshitting me?”

“No, I’ve worked in costume design for years,” he said. “Then I decided to make the kink stuff, and my real inhibitions came out when I put the bear head on once. I made one video on the internet, you know how people get—”

“You mean social media gays, they’re feral.”

“That’s one word for it,” he said, smiling at me. “Can I ask you a question, without it being taken the wrong way. Is it part of your act, to be combative when taking orders? Like, you do it so you get fucked harder.”

He stumped me. It was a possibility. “Um.”

“It’s ok,” he stroked my back again. “I’m not here to therapize you. I was just curious.”

“Do you have a shower?” I asked, the only way out of the conversation. I didn’t want to assess why I did things. I didn’t know anyone who enjoyed it. I feared it would come out about having daddy issues, or stemming from a moment in my life where I wasn’t in control.

“Sure. You shower, I’ll go make the bed in my room,” he said. “Unless you wanna sleep in here. I just never sleep on this bed. Which probably means it’s more comfy.”

I didn’t want to decide, but I liked the way Zander felt on my body. “Obviously the bed that you sleep in.”

“And there’s that sass, it just makes me want to go and wrap my arms around you and squeeze all that cum back out of you,” he said.

In a weak moan, I sighed and pouted. “That would be mean.”

“Has anyone ever told you that you know how to get a rise from someone?”

“All the time.”

“Is that a form of manipulation?”

“Only if you consider manipulating cocks in harder cocks manipulation, then absolutely.” Perhaps he had a point, I did sass and give attitude because I liked the attention it gave me, and feeling a little aggressive attention pounding my ass was worth it. So-called Doms trying to teach me a lesson and tame me when that was exactly what I wanted.

Zander took me to the bathroom. It was all white tile and glittery grout, almost an optical illusion. There was a large tub with a shower curtain across one side of the room, a large mirror on the other wall and between them, the toilet and sink. He pointed to the hair products, body washes, and a clean towel over the metal towel wrack. “Take your time,” he said.

I undressed and freed my body of his seed. I was always down to play host to a little cream filling, but it was always a relief to be rid of it. I was exhausted, I usually worked on the weekend, that was big tip money for a bartender, but I wouldn’t have been nearly half as exhausted on my feet serving drinks all night. Zander put me through a work out, and all I did was lay on a bed.