Chapter 5 #2
I crossed my arms over my chest again, the robe fluttering along my sides. “The first time?” I scoffed but kept my expression light and open with a playful eyebrow raise. “Did you have this planned for another time?”
He blushed then—thank fuck it wasn’t only me tonight—and squirmed as he unpacked his supplies onto my coffee table, his eyes averted the whole time. “Maybe.”
I coughed to hide an incredulous laugh. “Oh my fucking god, Miles!”
He chuckled, flicking his eyes to my caged dick before finally meeting my gaze. “I don’t know—the cage is kinda hot, Atlas.”
I guffawed then, cracking up until my sides hurt as Miles spun around to lay out his tools, laughing with me.
This could’ve been the most awkward night of my life, and while it still kind of was, I was also super grateful that this man was joking with me to help relieve the tension.
I could see him doing this for me often in our relationship, since, despite my general sunny demeanor, my brain could easily spiral out of control and send me into a panic.
Wait.
What the fuck?
I froze, laughter dying on my lips as the thought I’d just had really hit me. Our relationship? Seriously? Given everything we’d discussed previously—and especially after this mishap tonight—we were definitely not headed there. He’d be running for the hills.
Miles turned to me, tools in hand, and I didn’t think he’d noticed my panic moment. He’d been too busy figuring out his next steps, I guessed. Thank fuck.
“May I take a closer look?”
I nodded solemnly, and Miles took a few steps on his knees, effectively crawling over to me while keeping his body upright. Shit, that was a sight. He could get on his knees for me anytime.
As he stopped inches from my imprisoned dick, I’d never been more grateful for the cage. Because my dick had tried to thicken at the vision he made.
But that just made the cage twitch, which, as previously mentioned, was inches from his face.
Goddammit!
“I’m sorry!” I blurted, hands flying to my flaming cheeks, because of course I couldn’t only make a mortifying faux pas—I had to call attention to it, too.
Miles chuckled, and his breath fluttered over my groin.
“You are not helping the situation,” I growled at him, and he just laughed harder as my dick started growing uncomfortable in its confines.
His eyes were twinkling when he looked up at me. “I’m going to touch the cage now, okay?”
I nodded, taking a deep breath and letting it out as I slowly dropped my hands. Then his fingertips were touching me.
Okay, just through the cage, but fuck, it felt good. It had been way too long since I’d been touched—excepting the bear tonight, of course. But Miles felt different. He was different. And I couldn’t explain why.
His hand fell away, and he sat back on his heels. Fuck. That position, so reminiscent of the familiar submissive pose, was incredibly hot—which made the cage even tighter. “Ow!”
Miles’s head fell back as he chortled into the empty room. “This is the best night ever.”
I scowled at him, my arms crossed once again.
He waved between us, still trying to contain his laughter. “I’m sorry—this is just . . . how did this even happen?”
His laughter trailed off as I explained my disastrous night. When I told him about the key snapping off, he lifted up and moved closer to examine it once more. The cage jerked under his appraisal, because of course it did.
I sighed, getting tired of my unruly dick as well as getting irritated with just standing here mostly naked. I was starting to get cold. “Can you get it off?”
Miles moved in even closer, his fingertips trailing across the jagged edge of the key as I held my breath at his nearness. Then he nodded. “Yes, I believe so. We have a few options to try, anyway.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. “Do any of these options include cutting the damn thing off? Because I’d like to keep my dick and balls intact, thank you very much.”
Miles laughed again, but this time, he cut himself off abruptly at my huff and forced a straight face. “Sorry.” His gorgeous eyes flicked to mine. “And there will be no castrating tonight. We’ll have you fully operational in no time.”
He turned back to the coffee table, grabbing a few of his tools as I shifted my weight. “Not to sound ungrateful, but is this going to take much longer? My legs are kind of getting tired.”
Miles whipped around, and I leapt back so he didn’t smack my balls with the giant tweezers in his hand—what the fuck; tweezers? “Oh, sorry! Yes, feel free to sit on the couch.”
“Davenport,” I corrected without thinking but did as he’d suggested, letting the robe fan out underneath me as I pushed the coffee table a couple of feet away to give us more room. He slid a few steps back, still on his knees.
Then he cocked his head at me. The coffee table was now between us, and for some odd reason, I hated that more than I should. “Davenport?”
I patted the cushions on either side of me. “Yes, this is my davenport.”
He moved his tools closer to me on the table, rearranging them just so, then knee-walked around the table to me. Yes, if I was ever this man’s Daddy, he would be on his knees for me often. “How’d it get that name?”
I spread my legs as Miles moved between them, preparing the area with a towel and the items he’d need.
As he got to work greasing up the lock then using those industrial-size tweezers to try to extract the key, I told him all about my Gammi and my own personal davenport lore.
We were both smiling warmly at the story when the key finally came loose, popping out and dropping in front of my balls, right onto the towel that Miles had had the foresight to lay down.
“You saved my davenport.” I fluttered my eyelashes at him.
He snickered. “And now I’m going to save your dick.”
I returned his laugh, but it died when he got out a hot glue gun—I recognized those from home ec.
My balls tightened at the sight. “Um, hot glue?” I tried to keep my voice steady, but I wasn’t sure I’d succeeded.
All I could picture was the hot glue dripping onto my balls, and I was not here for that.
Cock and ball torture was not my thing. Receiving, anyway.
Miles quirked an eyebrow, probably at my tone, but he didn’t say anything. “The hot glue won’t go anywhere near your skin. We’re going to try to use it to create a functioning key.”
I took a moment to visualize it, then my mouth and eyes dropped open. “That’s brilliant!”
He beamed at me, and I wondered if he’d take to “good boy” just as well. I might have had a praise slut on my hands. “Thanks,” he murmured, quiet and shy, and god, this man was checking all my fucking boxes.
He worked quickly then, placing a plastic disk the size of a CD—fuck, it had been forever since I’d thought of those—on the towel between my legs, laying the broken key on it, and coating the severed end with glue. He explained that the glue would manufacture the end of the key or the “bow.”
I just stared, fascinated by his ingenuity. I would’ve never thought of that.
Before too long, he’d finished applying the glue with a flourish and set the glue gun on another plastic disk he’d placed on the coffee table. “Now, we wait.”
I nodded, staring down at the makeshift key. “How long should it take?”
Miles looked at the smart watch on his wrist and tapped it. It was a sturdier model, fashioned to look more like a traditional watch, and fuck if that didn’t make the cage just a bit tighter. Did I have a watch kink now?
“Probably just a few minutes.” He reached for the plastic disk on the davenport and moved it and the key to the table. “But I’ll speed it along.” He wiggled his eyebrows at me then stretched to grab the canister of what I thought was compressed air.
As he pointed it at the glue and squeezed the trigger, I knew I was right. This man really was brilliant. Competence was definitely a turn on.
Before long, he set the bottle of compressed air back down then tapped a fingertip against the glue on the makeshift key. After flipping the key and another round of compressed air, it seemed he’d deemed the key ready to use.
“Okay,” he started, picking up the key and turning to me. “Fingers crossed.”
I crossed my fingers on both hands as he slid the key into the lock and turned it carefully. We both held our breath as the key jiggled in the lock, and then, just as I expected the glue to snap off, the key turned, and the lock popped open.
“Oh, thank fuck!” I scrambled for the cage, quickly opening it and freeing my dick.
I only realized what I’d inadvertently done after I’d set the cage on the towel between my legs and turned back to see Miles abruptly averting his gaze from where he had clearly been staring at my cock.
I pulled a corner of my robe over my lap. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“I’m fine.” He’d said the words, but his tone told me that wasn’t entirely true. I knew he wasn’t embarrassed by dicks themselves, so something else was going on.
Without thinking, I reached for his chin with one hand and turned his head until he looked at me. “You’re not. Want to tell me what’s wrong?”
He bit his beautiful lip as he met my gaze. After appearing to fight an internal battle for a few moments, he sighed. “Nothing’s wrong. You just have a beautiful dick.” His eyes shot wide, filling with panic. “Fuck, that was completely unprofessional.”
I chuckled warmly. “Maybe, but it’s not like this was a safe-for-work situation to begin with.”
His tense eyes relaxed slightly. It was subtle, but it made the knots in my stomach loosen just a little. “You’re right about that.”
I held his gaze, watching as the fear in them slowly drained and was replaced by something that looked like a combination of awe and lust. I knew how he felt.
We’d decided months ago that we would never work. He wasn’t out, and I would never be able to hide who I was. I wasn’t even sure he was a boy who wanted a Daddy.
The two of us together just didn’t make sense. But fuck, I wanted him.
So I decided to go for it. “Can I kiss you, Miles?”
He swallowed hard before nodding against my hand. Permission granted, I leaned in, not wanting to waste another second before claiming this man as mine, if only for a time. If only all I ever got was a taste.