» Patrick Jane

It wouldn’t surprise a lot of people if you publicly revealed that Patrick Jane is submissive in bed.

When you first got with him, it wasn’t obvious. He didn’t want to reveal it yet. At first, because you were probably used to dominant men in bed. After a few months, because even if he was less turned on, he thought it was a safer option.

He wouldn’t admit being ashamed of himself even under torture.

So you understood it by accident.

That man likes being bossed around, you were suspicious of that for weeks. How he always waits an order for Lisbon, or how he likes when you command his actions.

What you didn’t know about, is the physical reaction of these orders in his trousers.

One day, as you absently told him, “Go make me a glass of fresh,” half-joking, half-thirsty, you paused when he nodded. His agreement wasn’t what surprised you—the blush on his cheeks was.

Your eyes fell down on his crotch, and a slow smirk drew on your face. That was it. A bulge in his pants.

You waited a few hours before bringing that up.

It was already heated. He was kissing you, hard, walking you to the bed. But this time, instead of falling on the bed as usual, you grabbed his collar with one hand.

When the words “You’d like to get on your knees, wouldn’t you?” left your mouth, he froze. A slow blush creeped on his whole face, his lips falling apart in a quiet 'o'.

But he didn’t resist.

Slowly, he crunched down, until his knees hit the floor, his eyes in yours the whole time.

His eyelashes fluttering submissively, he swallowed before asking, “What gave it away?”

When you explained, his blushed slightly more, “Oh, is that so?” he let out a breathless giggle, but his voice faded when your fingers came under his chin. His heart was pounding in his chest.

His bulge was prominent.

“I imagined that so many times,” he whispered, leaning against your touch, ready to do whatever you did with him.