Chapter 14
Atlee
What was he going to do?
Asking that was too difficult as well as possibly rude, so I kept my question to myself as he slowly shifted his hand and squeezed his cock through the tight pants.
“The internet said that information was usually shared much sooner in this kind of situation.” Whatever we were calling ourselves. “I didn’t want you to worry.”
He was very good about giving important facts.
Something had his smile peeking out again, but the world was running just slow enough it was hard to read his reactions. “You do a very good job with things like that.”
Making sure he didn’t worry?
“Stand up carefully for me.” Casimir braced my arm, distracting me and forcing my question to the back of my head as I obeyed him. “You look so sexy doing that.”
What?
Glancing down at myself got a chuckle from him, but it was too pleased a sound to get upset over. “Kneeling and rising. It looks perfectly natural for you and I love it.”
Oh.
“Thank you.” Right? “I’ve got naturally good balance.”
It was true but something had him kissing my cheek and smiling again. “You’re so cute.”
And he was confusing, but I didn’t think pointing that out would work in my favor at the moment. Sometimes poking him was fun but this didn’t seem to be the right point to drive him insane. When orgasms and spankings were involved, I wanted him in a generous headspace.
Or, at the very least, not one that was too spicy…even if he was sexy like that.
“Be careful or I’m going to ask what you’re thinking.” His threat made me wonder what my expression had given away.
“I’m thinking about you.” It was true but it also made him chuckle softly.
“Smooth talker.” He was still grinning as he nodded his head toward the back of the house. “Trying to butter me up before your spanking isn’t going to work.”
Responding to that felt more confusing than it should’ve, so I stayed quiet as he led me through the house. It got another chuckle from him but he didn’t make me poke at any of the strange questions running through my head.
“One reminder that we’re using stoplight colors as safewords, but I won’t harp on it.” He shot me a glare that was probably supposed to say something but I kept a neutral expression which had him rolling his eyes and mumbling something about me being dramatic.
I was not the dramatic one.
“I understand I’m supposed to use safewords.” Not using them meant I’d automatically screwed up and we couldn’t call the scene a success. That was one of the foundational rules of BDSM and I wasn’t going to fuck up something that basic.
“Good.” He was wearing another funny expression as we got to his room at the back of the house, but he chased every thought out of my head as we stopped by the bed and he reached for the buttons on my shirt. “I can’t enjoy you if I’m worried about not reading your reactions right.”
Casimir didn’t find worrying erotic.
It was probably a good thing but it put more pressure on me not to screw it up.
“Communication is very important.” Unfortunately. I knew my strengths and weaknesses, and somehow it always went wrong in traditional settings. “Your lists have made it easy to work through my current limits.”
There were just some topics I wouldn’t know how I’d react until we tried it, though.
Like spankings.
And my ass.
And any number of other slightly confusing topics that the internet said were fairly common in BDSM and with gay sex.
It was like learning a new language, but I had a good teacher to explain the confusing new topics. I just had to keep gathering knowledge and researching aspects I didn’t have enough information on. This was like any other subject. I was smart enough to learn anything I put my mind to.
“It’s time to turn your brain off, baby.” Casimir’s expression shifted toward something more serious. “I have a feeling I wouldn’t like what I’d hear.”
Possibly.
“I’m focused on our scene.” He didn’t like that answer but it felt like a better option than actually walking through my logic.
His huff had me pressing my lips together, which had him shaking his head again. But I didn’t think we’d run into a real problem because he kept stripping me out of my shirt. “Let’s turn this sexy brain off.”
Okay, he was just dramatic not upset.
He thought my brain was sexy?
“Hmm…” Casimir made a pleased sound as he pushed my shirt wider and ran his hands over my chest, sending soft prickles of desire through me. “You’re going to wash your car for me this weekend. No more automatic ones.”
I wasn’t sure how I should’ve reacted but it was a mix of pleasure and embarrassment that made me want to squirm. “It’s…it’s warm enough for it.”
I’d just gotten into the habit of running through one of the brushless options lately.
Casimir nearly purred as he teased his fingers over my nipples, sending a shiver through me. “And you have no idea how glad I am about that.”
He’d really enjoyed watching me?
“Probably not.” Wait. “I enjoy watching you. That’s not what I meant.”
Casimir’s chuckle said I probably didn’t need to worry about him taking my words the wrong way. “I’m confident about how you see me and I know it’s my lusting after you that was slightly confusing.”
How?
How did my responses always seem to make sense to him and no one else?
“Ah…” He chased every thought away as pain flashed through my nipples and went right to my dick. “That’s…”
Confusing?
Casimir’s soft hum didn’t sound worried in the slightest. “Sexy.”
I’d never had anyone pinch me like that, so I was going to say confusing and somehow erotic. He didn’t need my input, though. Casimir just gave them another pinch and smiled as I sucked in a breath without thinking about it. “I love how responsive you are.”
Responsive?
I realized what he meant as one hand reached down and cupped my erection, sending more sparks through me. A wicked something I’d started to associate with his dominant side peeked out as he nodded slowly. “Very sexy.”
The whole thing was confusing but pushing it all to the back of my head had everything feeling steadier. “And there you go.”
Go?
He made it hard to think by slowly stroking my cock through my pants, and impossible to use my brain as he released my belt. “I’m glad we’re both ready to play.”
Play?
I’d started mentally sorting through what parts would be play and what would probably be consequences as he pulled down my zipper, but ending up naked for him made it hard to concentrate. “You’re—”
“Enjoying myself.” Casimir kissed my cheek as he wrapped his hand around my erection and gave it a rough stroke that had me moaning without thinking about it. “That was perfect. Step out of your clothes.”
Some instructions were easier to follow than others but he seemed just as pleased with me following the simple ones. Part of me was glad he didn’t need complicated to be happy but part of me found it confusing.
Doing something well that was harder should’ve made him happier.
It was only logical but Casimir didn’t seem to run on the same logic as everyone else.
“Very good. Now up on the bed and kneel for me again. You look so good I could eat you up.” His devilish grin made me wonder what he meant by eat, but I knew he’d answer if I asked any questions.
So I stayed silent.
Kneeling on the bed was definitely easier than having him explain what he was picturing, so obeying was quick and painless. It also made him happy too because he smiled and sighed like I’d given him a diamond as I got into position. “God, that’s…”
Correct, at the very least, and it settled something in me I couldn’t quite describe.
Making a soft, pleased sound, Casimir reached out and stroked his hand down my chest and torso to cup my erection again. “I’ll be very favorable with your reward if you stay hard for me, but I want this to be clear, going soft is not failing.”
Before I could decide how to politely disagree with him, his glare came back.
“Dicks have a mind of their own, and when they’re startled, they react.
Sometimes they react by getting hard in inappropriate situations.
Sometimes they react by going soft. Sometime they just go off like sexy volcanos before they’re given permission. ”
Well, that logic was difficult to argue against.
“Submitting and staying erect are two different things, otherwise we wouldn’t have so many fun toys to control naughty penises.” He raised one eyebrow, daring me to push back against what he seemed to wholeheartedly believe.
When I stayed silent, he cocked his head. “Do you need a moment to think about how to respond?”
He really was dramatic.
“Yes.” Hmm. “Thank you.”
Casimir took that time to smile and start slowly removing his clothes. It wasn’t a strip tease but it made it difficult to stay on track. His body was beautiful, smooth in what I thought of as a more feminine look but still having hard, masculine planes.
And panties.
Well, I thought they’d be considered panties but men’s fashion kept getting more and more confusing.
Maybe they were some kind of new brief?
Just a tiny one?
Casimir stepped out of the rest of his clothes, just wearing the tiny white panties that didn’t hide his cock or hold it in place very well.
He was barely contained and the scrap of fabric seemed to make him look larger than he probably was…
I hoped it made him look larger otherwise we were going to have a fit problem at some point.
“What are you thinking?” Casimir ran his hand down his chest, stopping just before he got to the lacy edge low on his hips. As his fingers started higher, he chuckled and made me realize he’d asked a question.
“What to call your underwear.” With the information out there, I swallowed and watched his fingers continue to explore his chest. “I tried doing research to understand how you might…see yourself, but I got overwhelmed when I found a couple of blog posts online.”
My being bi and liking masculine and feminine things seemed to be more controversial online than I’d expected. I’d tried researching the issues people brought up but I’d given up when all of the comment sections devolved into people screaming at each other.
Rolling his eyes, Casimir sighed. “Some people make things more complicated than they need to be. I’m very comfortable in my skin and I see myself as a man. But. Women’s clothing is much more fun and I like being able to indulge my more feminine side.”
I liked it too.
“Is…is there anything I shouldn’t say?” I could’ve asked a better question if his fingers were further away from his erection. “Are…are those considered panties?”
Something about his smile was confusing and comforting. I knew, at the very least, I hadn’t offended him but I wasn’t sure why he liked my question. Casimir nodded, but I could almost hear his brain whirling. “Do you just like panties in general or do you like something about me wearing panties?”
Swallowing hard, I thought about closing my eyes to be able to think better but that sounded like torture. “I…I think it’s more about you wearing the panties…but…”
Oh.
Probably shouldn’t keep going.
“You wearing the panties.” Yes. That was a better place to stop.
Ugh.
He laughed. “If I let you answer that again and you tell me the full truth that time, I’ll let you feel how soft they are over my cock. But if you lie, they come off.”
That.
I.
He.
His expression said he was going to be stubborn.
“You can’t get angry at me for answering a question. That’s one of the basic rules of this type of relationship.” And it was one that I liked best, if I was being honest. “You asked.”
I wasn’t sure if he needed the reminder and the way he climbed up on the bed and knelt in front of me didn’t give me much to go on.
It was certainly distracting, though.