Chapter 9
Casimir
His wide eyes and stunned expression said he was curious about that, at the very least.
“You’d…” Atlee paused, swallowing hard as I massaged his erection. “You’d…you’d like that?”
It was an interesting question and I answered it with a nod. “Yes.”
There was no point in hiding that, especially when it left him sexy and stunned. After a moment, he licked his lips. “What…what would you do?”
Assuming he meant after the ring was around him, I stroked him over his clothes and made sure I looked thoughtful as I considered the question.
He seemed visual in a way that he needed to see my thoughts to keep his at bay.
Closing his eyes after the scene had completely fucked it up before.
“I like you kneeling for me, but it would be better if you were naked and displayed.”
The matter-of-fact tone might’ve been what did it for him but I couldn’t be sure yet why his cock tried to jump out of his pants. His confused expression said he might not know either. “Is…is that common?”
His questions made me really curious about what kind of research he’d been doing, but I was glad I could answer without having to get creative with the truth.
“Yes. Subs are generally arranged or displayed in ways that please their Dom. It can be by being naked or with clothing. Poses and specific rules might come into play as well. I’m not one for a lot of rules, but I’m going to enjoy making you look even sexier for me. ”
He blinked a few times before glancing down at himself. “I saw a sub online who liked rules and seemed to need them to be happy.”
Atlee wasn’t one for needing a lot of odd rules to feel important.
“I’d rather find ways to remind you that you belong to me like the watch I mentioned and the cock ring.” I gave him another squeeze to remind him that he was still hard. “And if we have rules and routines, I’d prefer something like you coming over after work so I can use your mouth.”
Or his ass.
We’d focused our conversation on the limits for the evening but I needed to come back to that sooner rather than later.
The using his mouth comment had him looking up again, giving me wide eyes. “You…you mentioned that.”
He was trying to sound calm and relaxed but I liked him needy and confused better. “I’m always going to be clear about what I want but we’ll compromise based on both of our limits.”
“Like…” His brain had to be an interesting place for him to keep pushing the topic, but I waited while he shifted and finally realized I still had a hold of his dick. Even that didn’t deter him, though. “Like using my ass.”
Interesting.
“Yes.” I was pretty sure keeping him distracted would be a good idea, so I shifted to jerking him off through his pants.
It got a faint rocking motion from him and I could see his gaze losing focus.
“That’s something I’m making clear I’d enjoy, but we’re going to take your limits into consideration as well. ”
He just blinked.
“If that’s something you won’t do…no matter what your reasoning…I’ll pick other ways to enjoy using you.” It wouldn’t be hard. He was sexy and adorably earnest when it came to wanting to please me.
However his other relationships had gone, Atlee wanted to please his partner more than most guys would.
It was definitely an ingrained part of his submission even if he didn’t understand it.
That was okay, though, because he just needed me to handle a few tiny things like that.
“I’m going to love fucking your mouth and there are a lot of different ways I can have you use it to get myself off. ”
I was going to be very helpful when it came to giving him what he needed.
Swallowing hard, he nodded slowly after a moment. “That’s very common.”
What was common?
“I’m not into anything out of the ordinary when it comes to the BDSM spectrum, but if there’s something you’re curious about, it takes a lot to shock or confuse me.
” He seemed amazingly openminded considering his background, so all that calm might be hiding some interesting kinks.
“Good communication and compromise are going to be the key to making sure both of us get what we need.”
His head bobbed again but it seemed more automatic than an actual opinion. “Good communication. Yes.”
Well, that was a good sign?
“Is there anything about using you anally that you think I need to know for good communication?” I could’ve started with specific questions but I was curious to see where his brain was at. “Is there anything about being displayed that you need to communicate to me?”
Giving him an out seemed like a good idea just in case the anal thing was a touchy subject for him. The way he hadn’t mentioned it at all stood out as odd but didn’t give me much to go on. Neither did his utterly confusing almost blank expression while he processed the questions.
So I waited.
He was giving my patience a workout.
“I probably need to tell you that I’ve never done either of those things?” His frown was thoughtful not emotional, but his answer definitely gave me a starting point. “I think…I think my past male partners made assumptions about things.”
Duh.
Wait.
Had none of his female parters wanted to explore that either?
Atlee glanced down at himself again. “I’m starting to think I was giving off the wrong impression when I tried to date men previously.”
Oh yeah.
“Media gives the impression that tall, dark and sexy means Dom. A lot of people also assume that Dom means top.” I shrugged and tried not to smile when he sighed. “Your more stoic nature also probably threw them off and kept them from looking deeper into what made you happy.”
It also seemed to keep him from looking into what made him happy but there were probably a lot of reasons why he hadn’t poked at that side of himself.
“How would you compromise on wanting…wanting to use my ass?” He still looked slightly confused but I thought his wording was telling. “That’s…that’s a reasonable question?”
“Yes.” I had to remember he’d been in an unhealthy relationship for years.
“But even if you ask me a sincere question that’s completely unreasonable or that doesn’t have anything to do with our current conversation, I still want to hear it.
We communicate. Period. Even if it’s slightly roundabout or illogical. ”
I was not going to bitch at him for distracting us as long as he was communicating.
Whatever he heard from me had him swallowing again but it didn’t take him long to nod.
It was my cue to keep going and answer his actual question.
“I’m vers, so I can enjoy giving or receiving.
I don’t associate the actual acts with being a Dom or a sub.
That’s about how the scene goes for me. Would you like a random example? ”
Blink.
Blink.
Deep breath.
“Yes, please.” His tone was even but his cock was a better meter of how he was feeling…and that was still jumping around like a rabbit on a leash.
“Alright, now keep in mind this is just random and not something you have to agree to.” I raised one eyebrow and waited until he let out a tiny smile and nodded. “Let’s say our rule is you come over after work every day.”
Because I was going to do my best to make sure that ended up as our rule.
“Some days I might have you kneel once you’re in the house and I’ll use your mouth right away.” That was going to be amazing. “We’d do that if you had somewhere else to be and couldn’t stay long or we were heading out for a date.”
Nothing said he had an issue with that, which was interesting, but I didn’t let myself get distracted.
“If anal sex is something you agree to, I might bend you over the end of the couch and use your ass to come. With correct prep and making sure you enjoy it even if you didn’t get an orgasm.” That reminder got another good reaction from his cock, even if his face tried to stay neutral.
I just couldn’t decide if it was a kink or if he honestly thought rewards only happened when he’d been successful at an activity.
Pushing aside the question, I focused on the topic at hand.
His ass.
“If you don’t like receiving anal sex and that’s just off the table, I might put a cock ring on you and then ride you for a quick orgasm.
Then once I’d come, I’d jerk you off or find a way to reward you with an orgasm as long as you earned one.
” Oh, he liked that. “Or I might leave you unrestrained and let you come while you’re inside me if you’ve been very good. ”
Even his dick went still that time.
“With a condom…right?” His careful tone had a wicked smile peeking out from me. “Um…”
He was so cute.
“Do you want to know how to be good enough to get to fill me up with your cum, baby?” Just the question had his cock trying to leap out of his pants, but as he thought about it, he shivered and a needy sound escaped. “Do you like the idea of being allowed to mark me?”
Yes…yes, he did.
His mouth looked too dry to answer that, though, and it took several long moments for his brain and body to work at the same time. “Your smile says that’s not an unreasonable request.”
Adorable.
“I’m glad you understand that.” The request also made my dick try to get hard again already. “It’s sexy and makes me feel wanted.”
It also made me want to do wicked things to him but I was going to keep us on track.
“I think I like that part more than most nondynamic people would.” Wetting his lips, he looked like he had to work to keep his thoughts in order. “I was enjoying your body, which is to be expected, but I think a large part of my focus was just how you were feeling.”
Did he think that was odd?
Normal?
“I’m glad. It makes me less selfish.” That got a soft laugh from him and he shook his head for just a moment until I gave his cock a tug that had his eyes rolling back in his head. “That made me happy too, baby.”
Oh, that moan.
It was quiet and barely escaped but he loved knowing he’d pleased me.
“Sometimes leaving you hard is going to make me happy.” So I was curious about his thoughts on that. “What did you think about having to edge yourself before you left work so you could be hard and desperate for me when you got home?”
It was a wonderful start to a thousand different fantasies, but we’d have to see what he thought about it from a practical standpoint as well as an idea for a scene. He made me be patient again before I could get the answer, though.
That was partly because he took the idea of edging himself a bit literally and rocked his hips to get a nice tug on his cock a few times. Once would’ve been enough to let him know if he hated it, so we were either experimenting or he’d found something he liked about it.
Maybe both?
“Tell me about edging yourself, baby, and I’ll make you come like this.” Lowering my voice, I let a sweet Dom tone ease into it. “It’d feel even better with my hand around your cock.”
I really should’ve asked him about his thoughts on dirty talk before we’d gotten to this point, but scenes with new partners were always a learning experience. More conversations were definitely required but we were doing great for as new as he was.
“Are you going to be good for me?” Letting him tug against my hand again, I softly caressed over his hair with my other and kept that touch tender. “I want to see you come for me, baby.”
That got a shiver from him as his entire body seemed to clench at the same time and I could almost hear his brain slowing as his gaze came back to me.
I knew I was right about that when he had to swallow hard and work at getting a clear response out for me.
“I…I could do that at…at the end of the day, but…but only if it would make you happy. I don’t…
I don’t want this to be an…an inconvenience. ”
God, whoever had told him something like that needed to be tortured and to never get another orgasm in their entire life.
“Your mouth and this sexy cock will never be an inconvenience.” Never. “I’ll always be able to find a fun way to play with you.”
“Then…” Blinking, he nodded slowly and I could feel him trying to think. “Then yes…I can…that’s within my limits.”
“Very good.” Leaning closer, I brushed my lips against his in a ghost of a kiss. “I’m going to enjoy using you, baby.”
In one way or another.
But we needed to keep his mind at a low simmer for me to get clearer answers from him, so I brought the hand on his hair down to his pants. It wasn’t easy to open them and keep playing with him through the fabric, but I was a master at multitasking.
When I had his perfect, thick cock in my hand, I gave him another gentle kiss as my grip turned rough. “Fuck my hand, baby.”
We’d see what he thought about words like hump later.
The firm grip and tight hold had his eyes rolling back in his head as he fucked my fist. It didn’t look fun to me, my guy liked a softer touch, but Atlee was moaning and could hardly breathe he wanted to come so badly.
“This is going to make me feel so good when I let you inside me.” His gasp and the way his head fell back said he was imagining how incredible it would feel too. “You’re so thick the stretch is going to make me feel full and you’re going to nail my prostate when I’m riding you.”
Erection throbbing in my hand, he let out another needy sound as he fucked my fist faster. “I’ll lay you out on the bed and ride you hard…or I’ll bend over the couch and tell you exactly how to fuck me.”
That got a full-body jolt, so I knew something about it hit a fantasy for him. “How fast…how hard…I might have to put a cock ring on you to keep you hard as long as I want, though.”
I almost laughed as his body bowed and his balls pulled up. Atlee was almost there and his explosion was going to be epic. “When you fuck me just right and you wear me out, I’ll finally free that sexy cock of yours and I’ll let you fill me with your cum.”
Bingo.
That was definitely a favorite fantasy of his because he cried out and cum filled my hand as I continued to let him fuck my fist senseless.
When my sexy man was messy and adorably fuzzy-brained as he stared at me, I leaned over and brushed my lips against his.
“If you hide what you’re thinking from me and worry by yourself needlessly, you won’t come for a month. Got it?”
Blinking a few times, he finally let out a sigh and barely smiled. “Your penchant for jumping right to threats is going to get ridiculous at some point.”
I shrugged. “Keep complaining and I’ll get a cage for you overnighted.”
Atlee went completely still, studying me and possibly overthinking about something, but after a few seconds, he let out whatever stress he’d been holding as he exhaled. “You’re going to be difficult.”
“Aww.” I smiled and gave him a little peck. “You say the sweetest things.”
Rolling his eyes like that was going to get him in even more trouble, but luckily for him I liked drama queens.