8. Caleb
EIGHT
CALEB
“No, I will not give you access to my VIP list just for—” I snap at the phone, but Blake Heart hangs up on me before I can finish the sentence.
I know my business isn’t as important as Seven’s safety, but if I destroy the casino, we’ll be in a worse position all around.
I step out of the elevator and take a deep breath to calm myself. Whatever I do, I can’t let Seven see me stressed out. I have to show him that everything is still fine.
The visit with Lori had done him some good, at least. Lori was very excited about hanging out with Seven, and he seemed in better spirits when I’d returned from early dinner with everybody.
My phone buzzes as I step into the suite. This time it’s from Vortex.
Dinner w/ Connie, will be up after.
When I look across the suite to the living area, I spot Seven on his phone, too.
“Are you reading Vortex’s text?” I ask him.
Seven jumps, and a guilty look briefly flits across his expression. “Yes,” he says.
I quirk a brow at him.
“He said he has dinner with his sister,” Seven says, scowling at me. “I was reading on that site Lori showed me.”
Lori had mentioned something like that. She’d also said something about some anime video game she helped Seven download, and both reading and gaming sound like a better way for Seven to pass his time than remembering the past.
I undo my tie and shrug my suit jacket off, setting both onto a dining room chair. “Did you want to go down for dinner? Watch one of the shows?”
Seven nibbles on his bottom lip, setting his phone down. “I can think of better things to do with our time,” he suggests, but there’s slight trepidation in his voice. He gets up, carefully making his way across the room toward me.
There’s still a pang inside me, but I remind myself that Seven is an adult. Whatever was in his past, he can make choices about who and what he wants now.
I wait until he’s in front of me. His green eyes are clear and determined.
I reach up to cup his cheek. “Is that how you ask me for things, pet?” I demand.
He shivers, then he slowly drops to his knees before me. Resting his head against my thigh, he asks, “Will you use me, Master?”
My cock throbs, the way it always does when he calls me that. I grip his hair, but I don’t pull. “I’ll use you,” I agree. “I’ll make you mewl and beg for me. And when I’m done, Vortex will arrive and torture you some more.”
Seven huffs. “Vortex wouldn’t torture me.”
I smile at him. “I’ll tell him to edge you. I’ll put your cock in a cage if necessary to keep you from coming.”
His lips part, but no sound comes out even as a shudder runs through him. “Is that what you want, Master?” he finally asks, his voice already rough.
Do I want to see Seven squirm and writhe, face flushed, begging for release?
Do I want to see him come apart from pleasure alone?
Yes .
“You think you know all my tricks already,” I say, hoping my voice is still stern. “I’m going to show you how many more ways I can reduce you to nothing but a needy, desperate boy.”
He wraps his arms around my leg then leans in to nuzzle my cock through my suit pants. “Promise?” he asks, his voice muffled.
“Yes,” I answer, and I lean down to kiss the top of his head. “Now crawl to the bedroom, pet. Like the good kitten you are.”
“Yes, Master.” Seven makes a soft, pleased sound, then drops to all fours and crawls in the direction of the bedroom.
I watch him, my cock already starting to stiffen in my pants at the sight of his easy, eager obedience.
I glance in the direction of the cat food bowls, which still have a few bits of kibble left. Looks like Seven fed them already. Nacho apparently notices where I’m looking, because he saunters over to the bowl and bats the dry food.
I turn and follow Seven into the bedroom. He stops right in front of the bed, and I grab his hair before he can move further.
“I want you to strip,” I say. “And when you’re done with that, you’re getting on the bed with your arms and legs out. Keep your eyes closed while I get ready.”
“On my stomach or back?” he asks, pulling his shirt off.
“On your back,” I tell him.
He finishes stripping, and I note, pleased, that he’s already closed his eyes.
It means he takes a moment to get onto the bed and settle into the middle of it, where he spreads out, but that’s fine.
I take a moment to observe him. His sides show the hints of those sloppy scars, the proof that his mother never once lovingly took a whip to him.
All the more reason to show him how it should be done, I remind myself.
I don’t want to add to the whip marks right now, though. Even if mine heal without marks, even if he says it’s good, I can’t quite get myself to do it yet.
“Master?” Seven asks, unsure.
“I’m here,” I answer. I get closer and place a hand on his stomach. “Just admiring my pet.”
His breath hitches, and he squirms. I’m not sure if it’s from pleasure or anxiety. He’s never been a fan of us looking at him and seeing the marks he views as signs of behaving poorly.
It’s never been about him, though. The marks would’ve been there no matter how “well-behaved” he was.
I bend down to gently kiss his lips. “Stay here,” I say. “I’m going to get the toys.”
Seven nods, and I step away so I can get the props I need.
I get the bondage rope, a dildo, lube, and a spreader bar. I take everything back to the bedroom and sit down.
“Eyes stay closed,” I say before Seven can peek.
He nods, but he’s squirming, already anticipating what I’m going to do next.
The spreader bar has an extra bar that I can attach the dildo to.
I get everything ready, then place his ankles onto the bar. Seven’s eyes flutter, but he keeps them shut while I position the extra bar where it needs to be. I lube up the dildo, then push it into his tight hole.
It forces Seven’s ankles closer to his ass, and he gasps.
“Have you figured it out?” I ask him. “When you move your legs, the dildo moves too.”
“So I should… should move my legs a lot?” he asks with a breathless laugh.
I take the bondage rope and wind it around his ankle. He sighs in appreciation, but I don’t think he’ll enjoy it as much once I’m done.
I wrap the other end of the rope around the base of his cock and balls.
At that, he makes a quiet, surprised sound, and he’s less certain when he asks, “Master?”
I smile down at him, although he can’t see me. “You can try fucking yourself now.”
He bites his bottom lip, and while his arms are still spread wide, his fingers fist the blankets as he slowly tries to move so that the dildo slides deeper into his ass.
When he straightens his legs so he can thrust the dildo back in, the rope tugs on his balls.
He huffs out another sound. “Oh,” he murmurs, his brows furrowing even as he keeps his eyes closed.
“Any time you move, the rope will pull on your cock,” I say, the arousal rising inside of me. “So you can choose between a fucking, or having that dildo deep inside you, stretching you wide, never giving you the stimulation you need.”
“This is… diabolical,” he says, but there’s awe in his voice. Has he ever played like this before? I can’t tell. “That’s mean, Master.”
He starts to straighten his legs, only to bite back a strangled sound when the rope goes taut around his balls. He pulls them back up, whining when the dildo slides back into him.
I take another length of rope, wind it around his wrists, then pull them up above his head to attach them to the headboard.
“This is going to be challenging for you,” I say gently. “You’re going to have to exert so much self-control.”
He nibbles on his bottom lip again. “I don’t have self-control,” he tells me, experimentally extending his legs then pulling them back up with a moan.
“You will for me,” I say. I sit down next to him and lean down to kiss him. “The most important thing is that you keep your eyes closed. If you open them, I’m stopping everything, got it?”
Seven kisses me back eagerly, pulling lightly at his bonds — not like he’s trying to break free, but like he’s testing to see how much leeway he has. “Yes, Master,” he says.
I smile again and kiss my way down his body. “What are you thinking right now? That this is easy? That it’s boring?”
His cheeks flush, but he nods. “A little bit,” he admits. “Sorry.”
I pinch his nipple, and he squirms in response—and fucks himself again with the dildo, rope around his cock be damned.
“Let’s see how easy you think it is now,” I say, right as I run my fingers lightly over his armpits.
He squeaks in surprise, and while he tries to push his legs back down, it only pulls the dildo half out of him again. He whimpers, staying in that more casual position where the dildo is half in him and the rope is loose around his balls.
I kiss his stomach before I start attacking his sides, tickling him in earnest. Seven squeals and squirms, but he can’t get away from my fingers, and every movement makes the rope pull tighter around his balls.
He tries to get his ankles closer to his ass, but the next tickle has him giggling and straightening his legs automatically again.
Seven moans and laughs in turn.
“I thought it was easy,” I say with amusement.
“O-okay, maybe it’s… not that easy,” he manages to get out between those helpless sounds. He’s smiling, and I realize how little he’s been doing that lately. It only makes me more determined to do this right, ensuring he understands that sex doesn’t always have to be something serious.
I move to tickle underneath his knee, and that makes Seven try to flail his legs in opposite directions to comical results.
And throughout it all, despite the rope, his cock is hard.
“How long should I keep going?” I ask, drinking in the sight of him, the sounds he’s making.
“I could just open my eyes,” he says, but he giggles as I go back to tickling his underarm.
“If you want to,” I tell him. “I don’t mind.” I give his cock a quick stroke before tickling his side.