Chapter 7
Casimir
He was an Olympic-level overthinker. However, it was the way he constantly questioned his abilities that was the most unexpected part. Between his family and his ex, he didn’t seem to believe that he could make anyone happy without jumping through a lot of hoops.
I physically hurt just thinking about it, but I made sure he couldn’t see that on my face.
“I don’t care what you read online, drama queen.
As long as you can relax and can say you enjoyed yourself that’s what matters.
” The internet was wonderful for a lot of reasons but it gave new subs completely unrealistic expectations.
“If you walk away and just say it was great because you really enjoyed making me happy, that’s the important part. ”
We had no idea what submitting would look like for him, much less subspace or anything else. Just getting him to relax and ease his stress levels down would be an amazing win to me, but he wasn’t having any of it.
“There is always a goal in mind for a project.” He shrugged as we headed up the stairs to my front porch. “I’m just saying I think your standard of success is too low.”
Type-A men were going to be the death of me.
“At this point, success to me is going to look like punishing you until you realize I’m in charge and I make the fuckin’ definitions.
” Pausing in front of the door, I kept my body relaxed so the neighbors wouldn’t think we were fighting, but I put some umpf in my tone.
“When we walk in the house the constant questioning will stop. Period. You will stand in the middle of the living room, shoes off and hands at your sides.”
No more debates.
No more being vague and careful.
It was time for shock and awe.
Atlee went still and blinked a few times. He couldn’t help himself and his mouth opened, but he got control of his naughty impulse before anything ridiculous escaped. As he clamped his lips together, he nodded.
Smart man.
“Very good.” I resisted the urge to touch his chest and just let us into the house before the temptation was too much and we gave the neighborhood a show. “You know what to do.”
Giving him a moment to follow directions, I locked the door and made sure the curtains were all closed before taking off my shoes and slowly following him. Atlee was doing good at keeping his automatic pushback to himself, but I wasn’t mistaking compliance for reasonable thoughts.
He was still mentally arguing about everything, but at least I didn’t have to listen to him be ridiculous.
“Better.” Standing perfectly straight when I walked in, his hands were at his sides but he looked stiff and I could almost hear his silent grumbling. “Quick recap to make sure we’re on the same page.”
Oh, he wanted to grumble about that too based on how his mouth tensed, but he stopped it just in time.
I managed not to laugh but I smiled as I moved behind him where he couldn’t see me.
“I decided your bribe was going to be getting to touch me. You’re also consenting to being touched over your clothes and naked as long as you’re aroused.
Your limits on touching me were over my clothes or naked.
We’re not having penetrative sex of any kind. ”
We’d discussed other things but those were the highlights I was keeping in mind for the time being. I needed to keep them at the front of my mind because as much as I wanted to explore Atlee’s sexy body, the more he talked, the more I realized that didn’t seem to make him feel submissive at all.
“We’re using stoplight safewords and I’ve explained how excited I am to be able to touch you more and to feel your lips on me again.
” Making that clear in the car had been fun but I was pretty sure it was what was making him comfortable enough to be dramatic.
I’d clearly turned him on and made him hard, but it wasn’t relaxing to him.
We’d have to figure out ways around that later.
Nodding again, he jerked slightly as I ran one hand over his shoulders as I continued my circle around him. “You were sexy in your suit earlier but I love this too.”
His uptight, preppy style was cute and had me fighting a constant urge to ruffle his feathers and make him messy.
He didn’t speak but his lips twitched and he looked lighter.
Atlee liked the reminder that I thought he was sexy, so I continued to trail my fingers over his chest as I reminisced.
“I fantasized about using that tie to restrain your hands. Hypothetically for another scene, what do you think about being tied up like that for me?”
I’d made it clear I wouldn’t do anything to restrain him this time but we’d left the door open for it later. This was the first time I was using the idea in a fantasy, though, so I wasn’t sure how he would respond. “I…”
I’d obviously given him something new to overthink because he didn’t seem to know how he was going to respond either.
That didn’t seem to bother him, though, because his body lost some of its rigidity as he considered the question, so I just kept touching him and slowly letting him get used to me.
It took another full circle for him to sort through his thoughts and he had me very curious.
“The idea of my tie being wrinkled or damaged is distracting.”
Interesting.
Stopping behind him again, I took his hands and crossed his wrists behind his back, barely holding them together. “What if I bought you a tie just for playing? Not one of your work ones but a tie you’d only wear when I wanted to restrain you?”
His soft thinking sound said more than his silence but that was telling too. “That’s a reasonable compromise.”
Good to know…but how did he feel about it?
I kept one hand looped around his wrists and stepped to the side so I could stroke my hand over his chest. We weren’t in the right headspace yet but he was more relaxed which was a great start.
“Would you pick it out?” The question was interesting but not surprising. “That way it would be completely separate.”
I loved the way his brain processed things.
“Yes. I’d like to pick out any toys I use on you.” Running my hand over his chest and down his torso, I leaned in and pressed a kiss to his neck. “It’d make me feel possessive.”
He made a quiet hum, relaxing into the kiss before the words hit him and he gave a tiny jerk. “Possessive?”
I gave a low, agreeing sound before kissing him again and stroking higher to brush over his nipples. “Knowing you’re wearing things or using toys I bought you would give me a thrill.”
Blinking as he processed, his mind worked as his body responded quietly to my touch. “I never thought about feeling possessive of someone in that way.”
Maybe not, but he’d probably thought about being owned even if he’d labeled it differently.
“I like little things like that. It turns me on and just makes me happy.” Barely caressing him, I shifted my hand so I could brush my fingers low on his neck. “Like how some subs wear jewelry that’s considered a collar…a necklace or a watch. There are all kinds of options.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed as I softly ran my finger over it. “I’ve…I’ve heard of collars but I hadn’t thought about the options.”
Hmm…maybe he hadn’t let himself think about the options but he’d wanted to. The look in his eyes made that obvious.
“I like the idea of a watch where every time you look down at it you’d have to think about me.” He liked it too based on how his body tensed. “I could set alarms on a watch too. Little points where you have to think about me and what I was going to do to you later.”
The tiny shift of his hips said he liked something about it.
“I could set an alarm at three in the afternoon and tell you to think about kissing me or one just after you wake up in the morning so you have to think about me using you to get off.” Oh…he liked that one.
His entire body lit up and every muscle clenched for a moment before he tried to relax. “I’d make you close your eyes and picture me grinding my cock against yours or humping my dick between your thighs until you’re covered in my cum.”
The tension flashed back but it was shorter that time.
“How else could I use you to get off?” Tightening my hold on his hands, I pulled them down just enough to open his chest. “All these muscles make me think of straddling your chest and using it to jerk off against.”
He really was built for someone who worked in an office all day, but he blinked like he’d never thought about that before glancing down at his chest. “That’s…”
Not a bad idea.
“I like the idea of making you wear my cum.” Stroking my hand over his chest like I was rubbing it in, I made a low hum and rocked forward to fuck myself against his hip. “I could paint you with it and then lick it off you.”
I was going to have more detailed questions about how the physical side of his relationships with men had gone but for the time being I ignored how confused that seemed to make him. “Or should I have you imagine sucking my cock every morning?”
That sounded fun too.
“Then at the exact same time I’d be over here jerking off thinking about your mouth wrapped around my dick.” And we were back to being lit up like it was fucking Christmas. “What time should I have the alarm to edge yourself go off? Hmm…lunch? Just before you left for the day?”
His eyes went wide enough I didn’t think his brain was working at all, so I was helpful and continued to explain what I was thinking. “It’d go off just before six and you’d have to go into the bathroom or lock your office and spend five minutes playing with your cock.”
Wondering how frustrated he’d be when he got home had a shiver racing through me and I decided it was time to take our plans to the next level. He wasn’t using his brain anyway, so I didn’t have to worry about it.
“Step toward the couch.” A nudge was all it took to have him taking one long step toward the couch, putting him in the perfect position. Releasing his wrists, I rested my hand on his shoulder to steady him and quickly put a throw pillow on the floor. “Kneel.”
He was working on autopilot as he lowered himself but it was graceful and showed the muscles I was thoroughly enjoying weren’t just for show.
“Very good.” Moving in front of him, I paused just long enough to make sure he saw the proof of how much I was enjoying him before slowly sitting. “You were made for this.”
I didn’t know how much was instinct and how much was research but his legs were spread perfectly and he’d placed his hands on his knees. With his brain still stuck or just completely off, he looked relaxed and like he’d finally started inching toward subspace in some way.
“I’d have to give you a reward if you got home and were still hard.
” Slipping my foot between his legs, I ran it over his erection and barely jerked him off.
“As soon as you came over, I’d see if you were hard, and if you’d been good for me, I’d have you kneel down and use your mouth. That’d be a fun reward for both of us.”
It wasn’t a question but his head barely bobbed in a nod.
Seeing some part of him processing what I was saying was a good sign.
It gave me the confidence to lean forward and brush my lips against his as I kept teasing him with my foot.
“If you were a good cocksucker, I’d think about letting you come.
You’d need to earn your orgasm, though.”
His head jerked.
“But you’re going to work hard to please me, so I know you’ll get to come on a regular basis.” Straightening, I released the top buttons on my shirt and wrapped one hand around his head to bring him closer. “Kiss, baby.”
God…he did that so good.
Lips nuzzled and brushed against my neck as I ran my hand over his head, keeping him close and making sure he could feel who was in control. “That’s right. You’re going to learn to give my cock good kisses too.”
I could feel the way that went right through him even before he let out a soft, needy sound.
It was as close as he probably came to a whimper and it told me how much he wanted something about the fantasy.
“I’m going to teach you how to please me and how to submit and let yourself be used to make me happy. ”
Yes…he liked that.
Had he ever even hinted at being more submissive in the bedroom with men or had they assumed tall, sexy, and stoic meant dominant in some way?
Atlee made another low, needy sound as he kissed and licked my neck.
It was close enough to a thinking sound that it had me prompting him with another question to see what would happen.
Just because the last one hadn’t processed completely didn’t mean this one wouldn’t either.
“How should I use you? How do the Doms online use their sexy subs?”
Would that be too close to making him feel like he had to be in charge?
As I wondered if I’d pushed him too far, he nuzzled and sighed into me like relief was rushing through him. “They use every hole.”
Use.
Hole.
Did my uptight cutie want something rougher or just to feel used?
“Because that’s what makes them feel special.” Kissing the side of his head, I moaned as he nibbled on my ear. “It makes them feel important and owned.”
It wasn’t really a question but he nodded and I could feel his body losing the tension he’d been carrying.
So I reached between us and slowly unbuttoned the rest of my shirt as he whined and kissed and finally stopped trying to be someone that he wasn’t.
When his lips started working their way down again, instinctively knowing what to do, I stroked his head and leaned back. I loved the way he curled himself around me, kissing along my collarbone and moving lower. “I’m going to use you so good, baby.”
Then it’d be my turn to see him fly and hear him cry out as he came.
He just didn’t know it yet.