Desire Me If You Can Novel - Chapter 132

The same answer came back this time. Grayson smiled, but felt a strange emptiness in one corner of his heart. What is this? I’m clearly happy. He was puzzled, but quickly dismissed the thought. I must have felt wrong.

Grayson, about to get into the driver’s seat of his car, saw Dane standing across from him and asked.

“Did you, by any chance, act all clingy with the owner earlier, on purpose?”

He asked, wondering if it was true, but Dane only offered that cryptic smile again.

“I wonder?”

It was an ambiguous answer, but Grayson was convinced by it.

“You wanted to make me jealous, didn’t you?”

Dane said no more and got into the car. As soon as Grayson sat in the driver’s seat and looked over, he saw Dane chuckling. Seeing his face, Grayson had an unexpected experience. He wasn’t angry at all. Strangely, he felt happy instead. With a faint blush on his cheeks, he asked again.

“You wanted me to be jealous? Huh? Right?”

“What are you talking about, you idiot.”

Dane spoke nonsense, still smiling, but to Grayson’s ears, it sounded like an affirmation. Seeing his eyes glitter brilliantly and his ears twitch, Dane glanced at him, then spoke with a tone laced with amusement.

“If we’re late, I’m going to sleep without doing anything.”

Grayson immediately started the engine and drove off. In the rapidly accelerating car, Dane reclined his seat and gave an instruction.

“Wake me up when we arrive.”

Before closing his eyes, he briefly looked toward Grayson’s thigh and added.

“Save that for later.”

Soon Dane closed his eyes and drifted off, but the drive home didn’t take long. Grayson drove back at full speed, ignoring tickets and speed cameras.

17

They arrived home a full fifteen minutes earlier than the time estimated by the navigation system. He had probably run several red lights and been caught by speed cameras, but it didn’t matter.

As soon as he stopped the car, Grayson tossed the smart key onto the dashboard and got out of the driver’s seat. While Dane was yawning and slowly rising, Grayson opened the back door, grabbed an armful of the shopping bags, and practically sprinted into the house.

When Dane followed, scratching his belly under his T-shirt, Grayson was already up to the third floor, climbing the stairs three or four at a time.

“Hurry up, Dane! Quick!”

Grayson, who had shouted toward Dane still standing in the first-floor hall, immediately hid himself behind the wall. Dane shook his head as if he couldn’t help it, but a smile lingered on his lips. He soon followed Grayson’s lead, leaping up several stairs at once and reaching the third floor instantly.

When Dane entered the room, Grayson was humming happily, laying out the items they had bought on the bed. Kicking the empty boxes scattered on the floor aside, Dane walked across the room.

Grayson watched as Dane put his hands in his pants pockets and leaned over to examine the items. The newly purchased items were solely for Grayson. His own items, to be used with Dane.

Could there be a better gift than this?

The fact that he had paid for them wasn’t important. What mattered was that Dane had chosen them.

“What should we start with?”

Grayson asked, suppressing his excitement and forcing a calm voice. Dane stroked his chin and replied.

“Wait a minute.”

He picked up the items one by one, oiling them or applying powder as needed. After expertly checking the materials, separating what they would use immediately from what they wouldn’t, Dane got to the point.

“There are a few things to keep in mind before we start.”

“We can just go at it without worrying.”

“There are things to keep in mind.”

Dane repeated the same words again in response to Grayson’s excited voice. To Grayson, who reluctantly shut up, Dane continued.

“First, we need to decide on a safe word.”

“A safe word? Why?”

When Grayson asked, blinking, Dane explained calmly.

“So I can know your limit.”

Grayson still looked unconvinced, curling his lips into a smile.

“What limit?”

He was genuinely curious. He sounded as if he had heard something absurd—his own limit. Despite that, Dane gave the standard answer.

“It’s a signal to stop when you can no longer endure it. When you say the word, we stop.”

A beginner usually asks a lot of questions and finds it hard to understand. These things are best learned naturally through direct physical experience. Dane decided not to draw it out and get straight to the main topic.

“Once we decide on the safe word, let’s start immediately. What should it be?”

After that, he planned to send Grayson to the bathroom for a shower. While Grayson showered, he would finish his preparations, tie Grayson to the bed once he came out, and then take his own bath slowly and leisurely.

Since he’s a beginner, I should go easy today…

Thinking so, he scanned the items on the bed again, when Grayson suddenly asked.

“Do you always set these up?”

Dane, who was about to pick up the nipple clamps and put them on the side table, answered distractedly.

“Of course. This is just a game, after all. It’s a problem if we cross the line.”

Just as he was about to pick up the nipple clamps, Grayson, who had been stroking his chin pretending to be deep in thought, looked down at Dane sideways. Sensing the unusual atmosphere, Dane frowned and chuckled.

“What is it now?”

To Dane’s question, Grayson offered a strange smile.

“Have you ever been tied up?”

Look at this bastard.

Dane was dumbfounded. He was asking with an innocent face, but Dane knew well that this man wasn’t as naïve as he looked. Of course. This was a man who went to orgy parties to drain his pheromones. He might not have tried this specific type of play, but he wouldn’t be completely ignorant of it.

Then what was the intention of this question?

Dane had never been dominated before. Naturally, he was the one giving orders, and the other person obeyed. So, why was this puppy asking him this question?

The answer was simple. Dane’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“You want to tie me up?”

At the low voice, Grayson quietly looked down at him. Dane also stared intently at him. No one in the world had ever had the courage to tie up and debase Dane Striker. This puppy was the first to even consider such a thought.

For a while, the two only stared at each other. A thin layer of tension settled between them. After a moment of hushed silence, Grayson was the first to react.

Grayson suddenly smiled and picked up the handcuffs, spinning them like a toy.

“No way. I’m the one who needs to be tied up, of course.”

Dane couldn’t help but laugh at the fact that this enormous puppy harbored such huge ambitions.

“Alright, try it someday.”

“What?”

Grayson paused at the unexpected, generous permission. Dane said, a wide smile on his face.

“If you want to tie me up, go ahead and try it. Who knows? You might have a talent for it.”

“…Are you sure?”

“What if I’m not?”

When Grayson asked with a look of doubt, Dane answered, still smiling.

“You’ve already drilled my ass, so what’s the big deal about being tied up?”

My God, how did I get so lucky?

Grayson couldn’t help but cover his mouth with his hand. Wasn’t this truly the lover he had dreamed of all his life? A person who accepted all of him and showered him with love without reservation. He would never find anyone like this in the world again. Dane truly was his one and only destiny.

“Dane…”

“But.”

Just as he was about to say “I love you” again, unable to contain the surge of emotion, Dane interrupted him. To Grayson, who paused and closed his mouth, he added calmly.

“Not for a while. Many beginners jump in carelessly and end up with serious injuries.”

It was a serious warning. He had actually often seen people who had been seriously injured and carried out of the pheromone parties Grayson frequented. Although Grayson hadn’t participated in those acts, all sorts of perverse activities were rampant there.

“I’ll teach you, so try it when you get the hang of it, okay?”

Dane repeated the warning, then pushed Grayson’s chest with his index finger.

“Learn well, with your body.”

At that moment, Grayson felt his face flush red and his pulse violently surge.