Chapter 7 - Atlas
Chapter seven
Atlas
It was official; Miles was going to kill me. Hearing “Daddy” on his lips was going to seriously take me out.
But what a fucking way to go.
“Absolutely, sweet boy.”
The grin on his face just got bigger, which I wouldn’t have thought possible. “Thank you, Daddy.”
My dick twitched in the light-gray sweatpants I’d donned not-so-innocently.
So I was horny with Miles in my home late at night and wanted to tempt him; sue me.
“I definitely have at least one follow-up question—specifically what you meant when you said your partners would take things out on your ass—but we need to start at the beginning. Do you have preferred safe words?”
His smile softened, but it was definitely still there. “I use the stoplight system.”
“Perfect. And just for clarity, can you tell me what that means to you?”
He nodded, and the expression on his face told me he was taking this seriously. “Red means stop everything. Yellow means slow down or take a pause so we can check in, readjust, or catch our breath. And green means everything’s good, keep going.”
“Excellent. You’re not new at this.” Not a question.
He shook his head, clasping his hands in his lap. “Nope. I’ve been in the scene for a while now.”
I nodded. “Good. Then let’s chat about limits.”
Miles settled back on the davenport, stretching an arm out along the back.
I loved how comfortable he was in my space already.
“I don’t do bodily fluids aside from cum and maybe .
. . maybe sweat? I’m not opposed to licking you when you’re sweaty, I mean.
” His blush was adorable. “I’m not into knife or breath play, but I do love impact play. ”
I lifted one eyebrow—that was good news. I was definitely on board with that.
“Aside from that, I’m up to try almost anything except bondage or positions that make any part of me immobile. I get claustrophobic and panicky.”
I nodded. “That’s reasonable.”
When I didn’t continue, he raised his eyebrow to match mine. “And you?”
I chuckled, leaning back. “It sounds like your limits complement mine well.”
He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees. “Oh?”
I nodded again. “Yeah. I’m the same on bodily fluids, don’t like knife play or breath play, and love impact play. Giving and receiving, actually, though the latter is more rare.”
His eyes widened at that, but he didn’t say anything.
“I’m indifferent to bondage, so that doesn’t present an issue, either.”
Miles smiled softly, almost shyly. “Good.” His expression turned serious. “Any other hard or soft limits?”
I adored that he was asking for further clarification. This guy was definitely a kink veteran. “What are your feelings on humiliation and degradation?” I grinned. “I already know you have a praise kink.”
He blushed, and fuck, he really was going to kill me. “You’ve guessed my secret. Though it may be the world’s worst-kept secret, to be honest.”
I laughed, tossing my head back before reaching for my water and taking a sip. Miles mirrored me and swallowed his quickly.
“To answer your question, I’d like to try humiliation and degradation. I haven’t had much experience with it, but the idea of both intrigues me.”
I nodded. “Okay, got it. We’ll give it a try, and if you hate it, that’s what safe words are for.”
“Exactly.”
I sat and watched him for a moment before leaning toward him. “I’ve gotta be honest, Miles—I’ve kinda been living for your blushes.”
His cheeks flushed, of course.
“Exactly like that.”
His face just got a deeper red.
I chuckled. “Okay, new-ish topic. How do you feel about toys?”
“Like a cock cage?” he shot back, and a laugh burst out of me.
“Smart-ass. But yes, like that.”
“Pro.”
I grinned. “Same. Okay, next question: top, bottom, side, vers, or somewhere on that spectrum?”
Miles just blinked at me for a moment.
“What, baby?”
He shook his head as if to clear it. “I’ve never been asked that, actually. Top or bottom, sure. But not many people acknowledge that position preference, like most things, can be a spectrum.”
I nodded. “Definitely.”
He shifted in his seat, taking a healthy swig of water and averting his gaze. What did that mean? “So I’m entirely a submissive boy. And I love having a Daddy, but . . .”
His voice trailed off, and the puzzle pieces fell into place. “You prefer topping?”
His adorable blush was back as he nodded.
“Yes. I’m not opposed to bottoming—and I would absolutely love for you to split me in half with that gorgeous dick of yours more than once—but I do prefer to top more often than not.
” He bit his lip, his expression souring as his words quieted to a near whisper. “Not many Daddies like to hear that.”
“Oh, my sweet boy.” I cupped my hand around his jaw but couldn’t help the wide grin splitting my face in half. “I’m so sorry that happened to you, but this Daddy is ecstatic that you said that. Because I actually prefer bottoming.”
He gasped as his eyes flew to mine. “Really?”
The incredulity in his voice didn’t sound like disbelief but tentative hope, and I reached for his hand and held it between us. “Really. My sweet spot is topping from the bottom.”
He snorted. “That tracks.”
We both cracked up then, and I absolutely adored how light things felt between us. My past relationships were often angst-filled, and I couldn’t remember having much fun with my previous partners. This was infinitely better.
Once our laughter died down, I brought up one more piece of critical business.
“So I was tested before I moved here, and everything came back negative. I’m also on PrEP.
I did have sex with the giver of this cage”—I gave it my most haughty glance—“though he had a condom on and didn’t technically finish.
But your level of comfort is most important here; if you want condoms for oral, too, that’s what we’ll do until I can get tested and cleared again.
Or we can use them indefinitely, if that’s what you’d prefer. ”
His brow furrowed as he seemed to consider my words.
“I was tested after my last hookup. Negative as well. Though that was an embarrassing number of months ago. I used to take PrEP, but I stopped a few weeks back because I didn’t see the point.
” He cocked his head to one side. “But if you have been protected every time since your negative test, I’m comfortable forgoing condoms for oral and just using them for anal until you’re tested again.
Though I’m not comfortable getting rid of condoms at all if you’re having sex with others. ”
I hummed. “Well, since we’re going exclusive, you won’t have to worry about that.”
His eyes sparkled. “Exclusive?”
I smiled. “I would like us to be, yes.”
“I’d love that.” We grinned like a couple of lovesick—or maybe just lust-sick?—fools for a few long, joyous moments before Miles broke the silence. “So . . . Daddy?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Could we maybe get to the good stuff now?”
I hid a smile behind my hand. “The good stuff? Don’t you like talking to your Daddy?”
His mouth fell open again, and this time, my smile broke through.
“I’m teasing you, baby. You wanna be my little cum slut tonight?”
His eyes shot wide, and his cheeks turned beet red. I watched with an amused smile as he reached to adjust his dick in his jeans.
Degradation kink, check.
“Well?”
He nodded several times, but that wasn’t good enough. I needed him to say it, ramp up his humiliation.
“Use your words, boy.”
He gulped, head bobbing and cheeks flushing, and it was adorable. “I wanna be your cum slut tonight, Daddy.”
“Fuck.” I reached for him, yanking him to me and capturing his mouth with my own. His surprised moan when our tongues tangled together sent my lust soaring, filling my brain with nothing but thoughts of Miles, of getting this man naked and on his knees for me.
“Shit, baby,” I gasped out, pulling away to catch my breath. “Bedroom.”
He nodded, reaching for his glass and finishing his water. I did the same—part of my motto was stay hydrated, right?
Matching empty glasses back on the coffee table, we leapt to our feet, and I pulled him through my tiny living room toward the hallway.
Once we stepped into my bedroom, I spun on him, wasting no time finding the hem of his T-shirt and pulling it up to his neck.
He helped me complete the task, yanking it over his head when I couldn’t reach.
As he tossed it aside, I let my palms and fingertips explore his strong shoulders, muscled pecs, and rippled abs dusted with dark hair in all the right places. God, his body was incredible.
I growled and leaned in, nipping at his chest. He hissed at the bite, though it was barely enough to hurt, and grabbed the back of my head, holding me to him. I took that as the invitation I knew it was.
I shifted to his nipple, licking a stripe along the way. When he moaned, I let my tongue lavish the hard bud over and over until he started writhing in front of me.
Then I moved to the other one.
Before long, he was struggling to stay upright, and my dick was as hard as hell. I was thrilled his nipples were so sensitive. If he liked impact play, maybe he’d like other kinds of pain play, and we could have some fun with nipple clamps.
My cock twitched in my pants more insistently.
I lifted off his chest and stared up at him to find him gasping, his pupils blown wide and eyes on fire. God, I wanted him so badly.
“Damn, baby, you are so responsive,” I praised, running my hands along his torso once more. I glanced up to catch his expected blush and smiled. “How about we get naked now?”
He nodded eagerly, his hair flopping with the vigorous movement. I grinned.
I pulled his jeans and boxer briefs down and off in one swift motion. “Someone’s really ready to move on. You want to show me how well you take my dick in your mouth, don’t you?”
The nodding continued.