Chapter 14
14
Y esterday had been intense by necessity. Today had been low-key by design. Tonight, Leo had plans to take his time and set a new bedtime routine—assuming Chrissy responded well to it. He didn’t need to be the leather-clad Dom all the time—not even every weekend. That wasn’t his style. But a daily reminder would help them settle and keep them connected during their busy week.
“Bedtime, boy,” he said softly. Chrissy was leaning against him on the couch, he didn’t need to make it much of an order.
“Mmhmm. Yes, Sir.” Chrissy took a deep, deep breath. “This is the best comfy couch ever.”
“Isn’t it?” He sat up, lifting Chrissy up with him. “Get the lollipop paddle, please.” He gave Chrissy’s butt a pat.
Chrissy shot him a curious look but didn’t argue. He simply headed into their playroom.
He headed for the bedroom and set the mood, dimming the lights, turning down the bed, choosing a safe, clear section of wall. He was undressing and pulling on pajamas as Chrissy returned with the paddle.
“Thank you, boy.” He took the paddle from Chrissy. “Undress, please.”
Chrissy was wearing cozy clothes—T-shirt and pajamas pants. He skimmed them off, folding them and setting them in a chair.
Leo took Chrissy by the shoulders and walked him over to the wall. He put Chrissy’s hands on the wall, then guided the boy’s hips back so his butt was sticking out slightly. “Is that comfortable? You can move around until it’s easy for you.”
The cuffs and chain would come off for bed, but they were important right now.
Chrissy nodded, vaguely confused, but obviously with him. “Yes, Sir. It’s all right.”
“Some Doms call this atonement; we can call it whatever we choose, but I’m hoping it will become an evening routine for us. A couple of good swats that you’ve earned, perhaps for being… less than respectful, and then those things will be forgiven and forgotten. Tomorrow will be a new day.” And on a night that Chrissy hadn’t earned himself a swat, they’d be a reward instead.
“Oh. I—” Chrissy stilled, then, to his utter shock, a warm smile appeared on that sweet face. “I like that. I like that concept, very much.”
He smiled too. “I’d hoped you would.” He gave the boy’s perfect ass a little pat and paced away a couple of steps to get a breath and focus. Just being able to focus on his boy relaxed him. It was such a treat. “You struggled with respect today. Forgetting to address me properly, whether playfully or not, adds to your paddle count. I’ve got four in mind. Do you recall more or less?”
“Oh God. I—I honestly don’t know. I mean, I know I played, yes. So that was for sure three or four, but I wasn’t being disrespectful on purpose, I promise, Sir.”
“Then we’ll go with my count. And I know, boy. But you accept the consequences when you break the rules—or just push a little too far—on purpose.” He loved it, and Chrissy knew that, so this was more about an excuse to give his boy a pink butt. “These don’t start slow and build; they are what they are and then we’re done. Take a breath.”
His cock was happy to play along too, shifting under his thin pajamas.
His boy filled his lungs, holding the air and closing his eyes.
He brought the pretty wooden paddle down twice, and it made a solid connection each time, catching his boy just above the thighs. It was quieter than his leather paddles, but just as heavy. Less sting and more impact.
Chrissy grunted and curled his toes, but took them without any complaint, just a little wiggle.
“Let that breath out, boy, or you’ll pass out.” Leo stroked that ass and waited for Chrissy, who puffed the air out like he was blowing out a candle.
Then Leo brought the paddle down two more times.
Oh, that was so pretty. Pink and pushed out—how could anyone not want to touch?
And since it was his to touch, he did. He set the paddle on his dresser for tomorrow, then stepped right up behind his boy. “So beautiful. My good boy.”
“I’m trying to be that. Your good boy.” Chrissy leaned back toward him with a little sigh. “Your best boy.”
“You were amazing today. You worked so hard to do what I asked, and it was all appreciated. You seemed so—serene. I hope that being useful and pleasing me settled something in your soul.”
Chrissy nodded, then shook his head, then nodded again. “It was all you. You settled me. To the bone. Sir.”
He reached for the cuffs and removed the chain first, then each of the cuffs in turn, while his boy’s hands were still on the wall. He set those with the paddle. “Let’s go to bed. I think you should show me what that naughty little tongue you stuck out at me today can do.”
“Oh, I can totally show you wonderful things.” Chrissy stole a hard, happy kiss, hands cupping his balls with the gentlest touch. “Sir.”
It took him one second to slip out of his pajamas and pull his boy into bed. “I like your ass pink.”
“It tingles so good.” Chrissy held his gaze, those pretty eyes clear as day. “Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re welcome. This seems like a good practice. We’ll try it at night this week and see how it goes for us.” Chrissy’s fingers rested lightly on his skin, making it tingle.
Chrissy nodded, then he dipped under their blanket, tongue teasing his nipple.
“Mm.” He’d been planning this all day, and he was ready for his own reward.
“Uh-huh. So hot. You make me ache, all the way to the bone.” Chrissy bit his nipple, just a little hard.
He hissed because it was a surprise, but he wasn’t complaining. Chrissy knew what he liked, and he let the boy do as he pleased. “Naughty little creature.”
“That’s me. What are you going to do with me?” Another bite, a soft lick to soothe, and then Chrissy eased down.
“Dammit.” He really loved that. Cheeky boy. “When I can think again, I’ll let you know.” He dropped a hand to Chrissy’s shoulder with a sigh.
“I love you.” His ribs were nibbled, then that stubbled chin nudged the tip of his cock.
“I love you. My boy.” Hopefully not all of that was lost in his groan.
“My Master.” His cock was enveloped in pure heat.
He shifted his hand to Chrissy’s hair and tugged gently, bent a knee to give his boy more access, and let himself enjoy everything that talented tongue dished out.
Finally hearing that honorific soothed him, the tongue excited him, and he was simply going to fly away.
He hauled in a breath and let it out on a groan, rising quickly toward his climax. His balls drew up and he shivered. “Boy… fuck, boy…”
Chrissy tapped his hole, bold as brass, swallowing around his tip. He clenched and shot like Chrissy had hit a button, hips lifting off the bed.
Chrissy cupped his ass and dragged him in deep, taking every drop and swallowing hard, making him shake.
“Jesus, boy.” He tugged harder on Chrissy’s hair while he fought to catch his breath, coaxing the boy to climb back up where he could look into those dark eyes. “Making your Master proud again tonight.”
Chrissy closed his eyes and took a shaky breath. “Good. I’m so glad.”
“Mm. Are you needing, boy?” The question was a tease.
“Yeah. Yes, Sir, but really, can you just let me be here with you, some?”
“I would love to just be here with you.” Now that he could concentrate again. He tucked his arm tighter around Chrissy and hugged him close. “This has been quite a weekend, hasn’t it?”
“Yes, Sir, and we have a whole day tomorrow.” Chrissy relaxed against him, the body language pure trust.
“We do, and I have such a wonderful day planned for us.” He had no plans at all, in fact. Pajamas, movies, games, a ton of snuggling.
Well, there was one thing. That answer he’d asked for. Whatever the answer was wouldn’t change much for Chrissy, he supposed, but it was much more than a formality to him. Their path forward depended on that answer.
“Oh, that’s cool. I’m glad, but I think I have something to talk to you about.” Chrissy’s ear was pressed against his heart. “I need to be yours, even if I’m scared. I trust you—with my heart, my body, and my submission.”
“Oh.” He froze—he even stopped breathing for a second while he let his boy’s words settle into his mind.
Into his soul.
Leave it to Chrissy to catch him so off-guard.
He took a breath finally and lifted his head to kiss his boy’s hair. “I will protect that trust with everything I have, I promise.”
Chrissy nodded, and Leo thought his boy might be crying. “And I promise to come to you when I’m worried, when I’m not sure.”
“That’s a beautiful promise, boy. I need that as much as you do.” He understood Chrissy’s emotion; he was feeling a little choked up himself. He’d assumed he’d never have this, and then Chrissy seemed to just fall out of the sky. “We’ll find all the answers you need together. And the ones I need too.”
“Yes, Sir.” Chrissy kissed his chest. “I love you.”
“I love you.” People made love sound so complicated, but he and Chrissy were simple, really. “I need a kiss, boy.”
Chrissy nodded, wiped his cheeks, and lifted up for a kiss.
He took his kiss, finding it so much easier to pour his emotions into that connection than into words. Chrissy tasted salty and sweet. The boy was everything he ever imagined he could want.
And his.
His boy.
His sub.
He squeezed Chrissy tight, and his boy opened right up with a happy sound.
Happy—this kind of happy—was new for Chrissy, and Leo let himself enjoy that victory. It filled his spine and his shoulders and made him feel strong. Joy was so important to him, and he planned to keep his boy as happy as he could, for as long as he could.