Chapter 14
Benji’s voice drifted out from behind the curtain. “Are you sure you should be seeing this?”
Noah sat back on the plush couch, hands behind his head. “I think we can do whatever we want.”
Benji poked his head out and gave Noah the same pointed look that he’d given him when Noah dismissed all the staff from the back rooms. Like he knew exactly what Noah was thinking when he told them not to bother coming back in unless Noah summoned them.
Noah waved at him. “Come on, baby. Let me see.”
Benji pushed the curtain back hesitantly. He was smiling, but it was shy and uncertain as he stepped into the waiting room.
He held out his arms, displaying a smart, dark suit with rolled-up sleeves and a bright pocket square.
“Not the one?” Noah said.
Benji shrugged, dropping his arms. He twisted to examine himself in the mirror. “I don’t know. It’s beautiful, but… maybe not for the wedding.”
“You got it,” Noah said. “Let’s try the next one.”
Benji slipped back into the changing rooms. Noah sat back on the couch and waited. Part of him wanted to go in there and help Benji put everything on—pull zips, do up buttons. But he was very much enjoying the shock of seeing Benji in each outfit the designers had been emailing him.
Benji pulled the curtain back again to reveal a sleek green dress. It swished around his feet, hugging his narrow body and emphasizing his tiny waist.
Noah fought down a wave of lust and watched his face. “No?”
Benji groaned, burying his head in his hands.
“I don’t know! I never thought I’d get married, so I never thought about it!
And I guess if I had to think about it, I’d say it should be a suit, but now we have options, and I do like the dress, but I don’t know if I’d want to wear it in front of everybody! ”
Noah stood up and rubbed his arms. “Hey. We can rethink this.”
“We’re running out of time,” Benji protested. “The wedding is in two weeks! I’m supposed to pick something today!”
“Alright,” Noah said. “What do you want? Forget about dresses and suits.”
Benji thought about it. “I want it to be… soft? And simple, but not boring. And some color, but not a lot of it.”
“I think I have an option.” Noah leaned past him, meaning to head toward the stack of individually wrapped clothes in Benji’s giant fitting room.
Then Benji’s phone rang. Noah diverted his path and bent down to pluck it out of Benji’s discarded slacks pocket.
“Unknown number,” he reported.
Benji took it out of his hand.
“Benjamin,” Noah warned.
“Sometimes unknown numbers are important,” Benji said, looking dubious. He put the phone to his ear. “Hello?”
Chet’s voice echoed around the rooms, huge and booming. “You’re marrying him?”
“Okay, Katee works fast,” Benji muttered.
Noah sighed. “Just hang up on him. Wait, let me remind him about the restraining order first.”
But Benji was already putting the phone back to his mouth. “Fuck OFF, Chet. Nobody asked you. Literally nobody asked you, nobody’s asking you for interviews once they realized you’re a two-bit loser con artist who ran out on his kids.”
“No, wait,” Chet continued. He almost managed to sound livid. But there was something desperate behind it that had nothing to do with the welfare of his youngest child.
“Dad,” Benji said flatly. “We know you don’t actually care. Is Mikey even paying you for this anymore? Our guys said you got kicked out of your hotel because you couldn’t afford it.”
“Just wait,” Chet said, too fast. “I-I think I might have been too hasty. Y’know, judging you. I want to patch things up between us. I want—”
Benji laughed, the noise echoing loudly around the empty rooms. “Oh my god, he did ditch you! What, tearing me down isn’t profitable anymore, now you want back in my good books?”
“Benjamin.”
“Fuck off,” Benji replied sharply. “Call me again, and I’ll get my husband to beat the shit out of you.”
He hung up and threw the phone into his discarded clothes. Then he started pacing, his dress swishing around his bare ankles in a way that made Noah want to drop to his knees and push the silky fabric up.
“Son of a bitch,” Benji hissed as he paced. “Son of a bitch! Stupid, selfish, jackass! He doesn’t call in years, and now I have money, he comes crawling back.”
“Baby,” Noah tried.
Benji whirled on him. “Want to know why my safeword is oregano?”
“Yes,” Noah said honestly. He was always eager to hear more about Benji’s world, even if so much of it made him sad.
Benji laughed again, even more bitterly than last time.
“Okay, so I’m seven years old, right? And Chet comes home one day and gives me an envelope.
Tells me I can’t let anybody have it, no matter what.
Says it’s important. And I put it at the back of my drawer and forget about it.
Next week, this guy comes to the house. He won’t leave.
And I’m freaking out, I think about calling the cops, but Chet said never to call the cops, you know?
So, I don’t. But then the guy fucking breaks in, like he shatters the window and everything, he’s holding a piece of glass, and I’m screaming and he’s screaming, and I think I’m gonna die.
He says give him the envelope, and I do.
And he looks in it and goes, what the fuck is this? And throws it at my feet.”
Benji sniffed, still grinning bitterly. Noah reached up, trying to take his face in his hands.
Benji batted him away. “Anyway, I put it together later when I ran into some of his jackass friends. He got tricked during his short stint as a drug dealer. He thought it was something important. But it was oregano. That’s what I got my ass kicked for.”
“What happened to the man who broke in?”
“He smacked me around and left. Chet never apologized. Don’t think he even noticed. When he finally came home, the bruises were mostly gone.” Benji swiped at his wet cheeks, annoyed as he always was when he cried outside of bed.
Noah took over. Benji flinched, but only for a moment. Then he leaned into it, allowing Noah to wipe the wet tracks from his cheeks.
“It’s not a big deal,” Benji said hurriedly. “It was just scary. Y’know. At the time.”
“You deserved so much better,” Noah told him.
Benji looked at him, his eyes bright and shiny.
“I got better,” he said fiercely. “I got you.”
With that, he flung himself into Noah’s arms. He kissed him hard, like he had something to prove. Like he was trying to drown out all the awful things that had happened in his past and fill them with his future.
Noah pushed Benji down onto the couch and rucked up his dress.
“Hold this,” he instructed.
Benji grabbed the dress obediently, holding it above his hips. He was watching Noah fervently, his lips slack as he watched Noah pull his legs apart.
“Are you—?” Benji cut off with a groan as Noah pushed his fingers inside him, slick with lube he was keeping in his pocket. “Are you gonna let me come?”
“No,” Noah replied simply.
Benji’s soft cock twitched inside its cage, the only thing it could do before the restraints stopped him from actually swelling.
Noah thought about asking if that was alright. But Benji’s eyes were blazing in a way that made Noah think he wouldn’t appreciate it.
“You can take it,” Noah said instead. “Right?”
Benji nodded wildly. “I can do it. Only two more weeks.”
Noah was filled with so much hot pride he almost undid the chastity cage right there. Benji had been so good for him, wearing the chastity cage everywhere.
Benji bared his throat. Noah knew at once what he wanted.
He wrapped his free hand around Benji’s neck, rubbing fondly against the vibration as Benji moaned.
“That’s it,” Noah coaxed, pulsing his fingers against Benji’s prostate and watching him jerk. “How does it feel?”
“Good,” Benji gasped, his hands white in the sleek fabric as he held the dress up.
Noah bent down and kissed his collarbone. “Say my name.”
“Daddy,” Benji groaned.
The wave of lust that rolled over Noah was so hot he almost didn’t notice how rigid Benji went under him. Then the room went silent, and Noah came back to himself while Benji twisted under him.
“Hey,” Noah said reassuringly, stroking Benji’s throat. “Look at me. It’s okay.”
“Fuck off,” Benji said distractedly. His face was red, his eyes averted. “Get off me.”
“Benjamin,” Noah repeated. He leaned over him, pinning him against the couch. His fingers were still in Benji’s hole, rubbing torturously slow.
“I like it,” Noah insisted. “I really, really like it.”
Benji went still again. He stared at Noah, and Noah watched the gears turn in his head as the need to please Noah overrode the mortification clear on Benji’s face.
“But,” Benji started. “It’s… weird.”
“Weirder than me putting your cock in a cage and not letting you come for a month?” Noah kissed his forehead, listening to Benji’s breath hitch under him as he twisted his fingers inside his hole. “Weirder than tying you up? Weirder than any of the things we do together?”
“Yeah,” Benji burst out. “I don’t want to fuck my dad!”
“That’s not what it means,” Noah assured him. “I feel honored when you need me, Benjamin. I love taking care of you, especially when you let me in. How does it make you feel when I have you like this?”
He squeezed Benji’s throat softly.
Benji’s eyelids fluttered shut. It took him several seconds to respond.
“Terrifying,” he said hoarsely. “And… safe.”
Noah kissed his closed eyelids, one by one. “It doesn’t have anything to do with Chet. Alright? It’s about me taking care of you. And you letting me take care of you. If you really don’t want to say it, then don’t. But I’d be honored to be your Daddy.”
Benji squirmed. His eyes flew open, trying to look away. For all his defiance, he hadn’t let go of the dress Noah had told him to hold.
Noah caught his chin. “Now, what were you going to call me just then?”
Benji resisted. Noah tightened his grip, and Benji’s gaze locked on his, eager and defiant.
Noah brushed his fingers over Benji’s prostate. Benji moaned, the noise only getting louder as Noah squeezed his face.
“Daddy,” Benji said finally, more breath than word. Some of the tension drained out of his shoulders, but not all of it. Not yet.
Noah stroked his cheek. “How did that feel?”
“Weird,” Benji said, too fast. “And… good. Right. You like it?”
“I do. I love taking care of you. It’s my favorite thing.
Love taking you apart. Cleaning you up after.
Love it when I wreck you so much you can’t even move and I have to carry you around,” Noah admitted, the words coming faster as the confession poured out of him.
He pressed a kiss to Benji’s gaping mouth, his damp cheeks.
“My sweetheart,” he muttered between kisses. “My love. My baby.”
Benji whimpered, straining into his touch. His chastity cage brushed Noah’s clothed stomach, and Noah paused.
“Do you want it off?” he asked.
Benji blinked, clutching his dress. For a moment, he looked like he didn’t know what Noah was talking about. Then he shook his head.
Noah raised his eyebrows. “Are you sure? You’ve been so good. You deserve a reward.”
Benji shuddered under him. Then Noah hooked his fingers deeper inside, and Benji’s shudder turned into a jerk.
“Fuck,” he spat. He stared up at Noah, white-knuckling the dress he was holding up over his hips. “You told me to last until the wedding. I can last.”
Noah marveled at him. Benji had been nervous about this when he’d first brought it up, and here he was, wearing a dress and calling him Daddy and telling Noah he didn’t need to come… because Noah told him not to.
“If you want out,” Noah started.
“I won’t,” Benji said. He wrapped a bare leg around Noah’s waist, urging him forward. “Fuck me already. That’s why you made everyone leave, right? You wanted to dress me up all pretty and fuck me right here in the dressing rooms.”
Noah wrestled with his fly, pulling his cock out. “Think you can stay quiet?”
“No,” Benji said, his gaze hungry on Noah’s cock as Noah spat into his hand and slicked himself up. “What are you gonna do about it?”
He paused, those crooked teeth sinking into his lower lip. Then he looked up at him from under his eyelashes and continued, “Daddy?”
Noah choked on a laugh. “You gonna use that against me, baby?”
“All the time,” Benji breathed. He was still embarrassed.
Noah could see it in his shaking grip and flushed cheeks.
But he was also desperate for it, his chest heaving as he panted.
He was rubbing the fabric against his belly like it turned him on, and Noah made a distracted mental note to incorporate that into the final wedding outfit.
Or maybe he’d get a dress made for his birthday.
Or Christmas. Or the next birthday or Christmas.
Noah had all the time in the world to give Benji outfits that turned him on. He couldn’t wait.
“You look so fucking gorgeous,” Noah said as he slid into him. “Hold your legs open for me, baby.”
Benji grabbed his thighs, hands trembling. His dress fell higher up his stomach, and they both groaned as Noah started thrusting.
“I’ll wear it,” Benji panted. “I’ll wear whatever you want. Wanna be plugged up, want your come running down my legs. Want you to carry me over the threshold and shove my dress up and fuck me right—”
He cut off, his back arching against the couch as Noah fucked right against his prostate in short, hard strokes.
“Ohhh shit,” he wailed. He still sounded amazed, as he always did when he couldn’t get hard and was still begging for it.
Noah slapped a hand over his mouth and stared down at Benji’s caged cock, watching it slap helplessly against Benji’s stomach as Noah fucked him faster.
“Whatever I want,” Noah repeated, drunk with it. He wouldn’t actually make Benji wear something he didn’t want to wear in front of his family, but he could see how much Benji needed him to say it. “You’ll wear whatever I want, do whatever I say, take it whenever I want you.”
Benji nodded, his nails digging into his thighs. His mouth was open, gasping as Noah bounced him up and down against the couch.
“Why,” Noah asked, punctuating each word with a deep thrust. “Is. That?”
He let go of Benji’s mouth. If Benji yelled again, the staff would just have to cope. Noah had to buy them a new couch anyway.
“You’re my Daddy,” Benji slurred.
It felt like something crucial clicking into place. Noah buried himself to the hilt and came, his mind a hot pulse of mine, mine, mine.