Chapter 23
23
W hile Zeke was making more coffee and calling someone to come take their breakfast tray away, Wesley pulled his suitcase out from under the bed to get the present he’d bought his boy before he left New York.
He retrieved a soft purple velvet bag and took the lovely silver metal cock cage out to admire it, turning it over in his fingers. It was simple, not too fancy and not too heavy, just right for a beginner. He thought simple suited Zeke well. The cage had a small but sturdy lock on top, and he put one key in his pocket and the other in his underwear drawer so it wouldn’t get lost.
That would be embarrassing.
He’d known just what he wanted, and it hadn’t taken him long to pick out the device, but it was special all the same. It was the first thing he’d ever bought specifically with Zeke in mind.
It was proof that Zeke was part of them, and able to bow to his will.
Not to mention the utter heat of it.
“When you’re done, please come upstairs, boy.” He put his suitcase away and the chastity device back in its velvet bag.
“Mmhmm. Coming. Did you want your coffee up there?”
Such a good boy. “No, I’ll have that downstairs in a few minutes. Thank you.”
“I—Okay. Yes, Sir.” That was a sweet confusion there.
The beauty of being the Dom was he didn’t have to explain himself.
When Zeke got upstairs, he smiled and gave his boy a light kiss. “I need you to do two things. Strip, and do not get aroused. Understood?”
Zeke blinked at him. “Pardon me, Sir?”
He glanced at Zeke, one eyebrow climbing toward his hairline. “I think you meant, ‘Yes, Sir’.”
“What?” Those pretty eyes went wide. “I mean, yes, of course. I wasn’t being belligerent, promise. You just surprised me. Sir.”
Wesley grinned at his boy. “No doubt. But I have a present for you, and work to do today, so don’t dawdle.”
Zeke wasn’t dressed for the day yet, so it was easy for him to strip off his heavy sweatpants and shirt, his thick wool socks.
He saw the goosebumps pop up on Zeke’s skin and realized they were going to have to stoke up the fire and crank the heat a bit if this day was going to go the way he wanted it to.
If anyone needed proof, this wintering in Alaska thing was definitely an act of love. There was no way he’d be doing it otherwise.
“Good boy.” He offered Zeke the bag he was holding. “This is for you. I bought it in New York just before I flew here.”
“Oh? Thank you, Sir, for thinking about me.” Zeke opened the bag, pulling out the cock cage, then he got a wide-eyed stare. “It’s… beautiful.”
He wasn’t exactly sure what to make of that look, but it didn’t seem worried. “You like it? It doesn’t freak you out? I was a little concerned…”
“I haven’t worn one. It’s heavier than I thought it would be. There’s a lock too. That’s… wild.” So open to him.
“It’s lighter than some. I didn’t want to overwhelm you.” He took it back and unlocked it with the key from his pocket. “Let’s give it a try. Remember, you can use your words.” Zeke knew. And he was certain that Zeke would use a safe word if needed, but the reminder put his mind at ease.
“Yes, Master. If you don’t want me to get hard, we should do it.”
“I don’t, and it helps that it’s pretty.” He put the lock in Zeke’s hand to hold for him and put it on carefully but quickly, slipping his boy’s balls through the ring and closing the cage over Zeke’s lovely cock.
It looked incredible. Perfect. “Gorgeous.” He took the lock from his boy’s fingers, slipped it through the little clasp, and it closed with a soft but satisfying click.
Zeke shivered, staring at him with huge eyes, and Wesley could feel the heat passing between them. “Damn.”
“Mmm. Yes.” That was definitely not a safe word, and Zeke didn’t seem as chilly now either. “I love it. How does is feel? Not too heavy, I hope?”
“It’s not too heavy, no, but I can’t forget it’s there.” Zeke licked his lips, just staring.
“Perfect.” He loved everything about Zeke’s reaction, and he took a kiss from his boy. One that was deep enough to give him a little happy wood to think about.
Zeke pressed closer, tongue sliding against his lips, the hunger right there and all his.
He had to reach down, sliding over the metal, the flesh—so good.
“Mine.” His voice was rough as gravel, that cage had them both buzzing, and he decided not to deprive himself this time. He opened his jeans and lowered his fly.
“Yours. Yours, Master. Love you.” Was that a whimper?
It sounded like a whimper.
He sat on the end of the bed, knowing damn well what Zeke’s perfect mouth did to him. “Want you, boy. On your knees.”
“Mmhmm…” Zeke knelt for him, pushing close, hands sliding up his thighs to part them. So forward, his boy.
“That’s it, good boy.” He liked it, and he wasn’t going to pretend he didn’t. “Love your mouth.”
“Love you. Your cock. How much you need. Everything.” Then Zeke’s mouth dropped over his cock, sucking him hard.
He moaned, letting his boy know how good that felt. Hell, the whole damn resort might know before Zeke was done with him, and he didn’t care. “Fuck yes, boy. Love.”
Zeke stared up at him, and he swore by all he held holy that he could see how much his boy loved him. It warmed him from his chest to his prick and made him feel strong. Powerful.
He was going to buy presents more often.
He spread even more, aching in the best goddamn way.
Zeke ran his hands up along his inner thighs, then splayed his fingers out, thumbs teasing behind his balls. Electricity shot up along his spine, and he bit out a cry.
“Fuck,” he said with a growl and collapsed back onto the bed, fingers driving into his own hair. Every time they did this, Zeke tried something new, something that drove him wild. “Close, boy.”
Zeke hummed, the sound vibrating through his gut, through his balls, through his cock.
“Jesus!” He curled right up off the bed again, knees lifting and toes curling as he shot. “Fuck. Fuck…” He could barely breathe.
Zeke groaned for him, cleaning his cock with that gentle tongue, fingers massaging his balls, so carefully.
He took a heavy breath and combed through Zeke’s hair. “Damn, boy. That was… wow.” So eloquent. “Thank you.”
“Hold me, Sir? Please?”
He couldn’t imagine ever saying no to that request. He kicked his jeans the rest of the way off and slid higher up on the bed, then held his arms open. “My good boy. Are you okay?”
“Mmhmm. Chilly.” Zeke scooted up into his arms, curling in and bringing the covers over them. “My belly’s vibrating. I just want to be with you, in your arms.”
“It is a little chilly for naked and you’ve certainly earned it.” That was a shame. His plans might have to change slightly. He had an idea, but first, he was going to hold his boy. “I love you, boy.”
“Mmm… I love you, Master. We’ll have to stoke the fire and make it toasty in here.”
“We can do that, or I can ask for a room at the lodge if you think you’d be more comfortable.”
“This is home, Master. You’re home.” Zeke nuzzled his collarbone.
It was a good reminder because he still thought of this as Zeke’s cabin. “I know. I only meant that it might be warmer for your naked butt in the lodge for today. But you’re right. It’s silly to leave our home.”
“Mmm… We’ll just make a big fire and have many blankets.” Zeke teased his nipple with a gentle touch.
He chuckled. “Oh no, boy. You’re going to kneel for me while I work. Right by my side. No comfy fire and nest of blankets, I’m afraid. Though I might allow one until the cabin warms up.”
Zeke dared to pout, playfully. “So mean, Sir. You could work in bed…”
He laughed and kissed his boy. “I do some of my best work in bed. So do you. But I don’t think Harper would appreciate it as much. Or our sponsors.”
“No sense of adventure, them. Not at all.” Zeke was making him crazy, with his soft touches.
“All right. You’ve had your snuggle. Now you’re just being naughty. Up you go.” He shoved the blankets away. “You may wear a robe while the cabin warms up.”
“Not so much naughty as playful, Sir. I promise.” Zeke stole another kiss.
“Call it whatever you like, I’m not mad about it.” He gave his boy a wink. “Go pour me a cup of coffee and warm this place up. I’ll be down in a minute.”
“You gave up bed and snuggles for work. Oh, the agony!” Zeke did make him laugh.
“But I can have them back any time I want!” He gave that perfect ass a smack as Zeke crawled out of bed, then sighed, eyes following his boy as he moved away. “That cage is gorgeous and you wear it so well.”
“You make me feel high.” Zeke wrapped a robe around himself, hiding away from him. “I’ll get your coffee.”
That was the perfect way to start his morning, but he wondered how distracted he was going to be today with that cage being so new to them both and so damn beautiful. As he cleaned up and got dressed again, his mind wandered to other body adornments—cuffs, clamps, chains, harnesses, plugs… so many presents, and plenty of time to enjoy them as the snow and wind roared outside.
He’d had his doubts, but he thought he was going to love winter in Alaska after all.