How to Train Your Dom in Five Easy Steps by Josephine Myles

if I do?”
    “Then great. I’d love that too.” Of course, Eddie would enjoy it even more if the shagging was interspersed with kisses, and if he’d been fitted with a cock ring first, but he wasn’t going to add those little details of his fantasy in because he was fairly sure they didn’t feature in the “I’m not gay, honest” version that Jeff had playing out in his head. But he did now risk a minor footsie manoeuvre, running the tip of his shoe up the inside of Jeff’s left shin.
    Jeff jerked and looked around wildly. “Watch it. We’re in public,” he hissed.
    Eddie deliberately did not look around. “The garden’s nearly empty and you know it.” It was a lovely evening but too chilly for sitting out for long. The tables nearest the back door were filled with the terminal nicotine addicts and their hangers-on, but the rest of the garden was all theirs. But it was getting chilly…
    Eddie drank down the last of his coffee. “So how about we head back to yours, then?”
    “Yeah. Okay. Good idea.”
    But when Eddie stood, Jeff remained sitting, scratching his neck again. He was going to rub it raw if he wasn’t careful. “Not having second thoughts, are you?” Eddie said lightly. “I meant what I said before. This is like taking a step outside your normal life, and no one ever has to know anything about it. It doesn’t make you any less heterosexual, and you don’t even have to think about me outside of the time we’re together.”
    “That’s easy for you to say,” Jeff muttered. “You’ve bloody well wormed yourself into my head, though, haven’t you? What if you start wanting a relationship with me and go getting all obsessed?”
    “Trust me, darling, I don’t do relationships. Nothing serious, ever.” It was a lie, but Eddie did his best to channel Maddy so he could put Jeff at ease. “I’m too happy being a free agent. Come on. No need to worry about me.”
    “Yeah, okay. Just, erm,”—scratch, scratch, scratch— “could it wait a minute or two. I can’t really stand up right now.” Jeff finally met Eddie’s eyes. “That fantasy of yours got me a bit overexcited.”
    “Ohhh.” Eddie couldn’t suppress the grin as he leaned forward to peer down into Jeff’s lap. His shorts were tented proudly. “I see your predicament.”
    “How come you’re not hard?” Jeff complained. “You’re the one who’s actually gay, after all. Doesn’t seem fair.”
    “Maybe I’ve just got excellent self-control.”
    Jeff glared at him.
    Time for honesty, perhaps. “Oh, okay. I did get a semi-on while I was outlining that little fantasy, but since I know you’re not going to be kissing me and subjecting me to genital torture, it’s not as much of a turn-on as it could be.”
    “Do gay Doms do that, then?”
    “Genital torture is usually pretty high on their list of favourite pastimes.”
    Jeff went pale under his tan. “I meant the kissing.”
    Interesting. “Not all of them do, but I’ve always liked it best when there’s snogging. Even your most degraded piss pig enjoys a kiss now and again. Submissives do want to feel cherished, even while they’re being hurt and insulted. It’s kind of what makes it fun rather than being an ordeal. Otherwise, it’s only a step away from sexual assault.”
    “Huh.” Jeff appeared to be mulling that one over. “What’s a piss pig?” he eventually asked.
    “Subs who are into extreme humiliation, usually involving watersports and drinking piss. It’s a gay thing. I mean, I know women can enjoy that too, but the whole gay scene tends to be more extreme. Straight fetish clubs are incredibly tame in comparison.”
    Jeff had gone almost green now. “That’s taken care of it,” he said, rising from the bench.
    Eddie checked him out. While Jeff’s dick was still prominent, he had a feeling that was just the natural state of affairs for a man as large as him. Yet again, he had to wonder why the female subs weren’t going for him. Okay,