Chapter 15
Casimir
Getting full responses out of him was like pulling teeth, but after seeing the women he’d spent the last few years around, I could understand it better.
“I want to feel your hands on me, baby, but I can’t get that unless you behave.” Framing it as giving me what I wanted made it easier and I could see his shoulders losing their tension as his gaze dropped down again. “Remember how nosy I am.”
That got a faint hint of a smile, but his brain seemed to be going back and forth between the clothes and the worry about how I’ll react. After a few seconds, he let out a deep breath and actually closed his eyes like a kid who thought he’d disappear if he couldn’t see what was going on around him.
“I ended up living with mostly art students when I was in college. We had to fill out surveys to help match us with roommates and I always ended up living with the strangest people.” Atlee’s face scrunched up like he still couldn’t figure it out.
I could, but we didn’t need to address that at the moment.
“My roommate my junior year was…well, he was on the more feminine—and probably submissive side of things—and he liked panties.” Atlee’s confused expression got more stressed. “And changing in front of me possibly?”
Oh yeah.
But young Atlee wouldn’t have understood any of it and had probably been too polite to send the right signals.
“I didn’t have an issue with what he was wearing and only a few passing thoughts about how pretty they were.
Nothing beyond that, though. He liked expensive stuff, but he made me uncomfortable.
” My sexy sub was being good about giving me answers but he didn’t seem to be able to process what he was saying.
“I think that was because he kept watching me. I knew he was expecting something but I couldn’t give it to him.
I don’t remember having a strong response to his underwear, though.
” Atlee’s pause had me fighting to keep a neutral expression.
“When you wear them it’s different. So…so it’s you wearing the panties that’s different. ”
I also wasn’t a manipulative sub who was trying to get the hot guy’s attention in all the wrong ways.
“That’s a much clearer answer.” I kissed his cheek as I took his hand and brought it to the front of my panties. “Thank you.”
He moaned at the first feel of the silky fabric over my cock, but I wasn’t sure if he’d even know what he liked best. “That’s…you’re…”
I was something that made him happy, at the very least.
“Can you picture sharing a dorm room with me?” Yes seemed to be the answer based on how he sucked in a breath. “I’d have been naughty and would’ve found a thousand reasons why I had to change in front of you. But we were roommates and friends, so it would’ve been fine.”
Oh, that moan.
“Maybe I’d have worn a cute nightie to bed instead of pajamas but you’d have been okay with that, wouldn’t you?
” He made the most delicious sounds as I pushed a teasing tone in my voice, but it was his earnest nod that was the cutest. “Would seeing me in panties and flimsy nighties have made you hard?”
The way he blushed made it clear he could hear desire in my voice but he nodded and swallowed hard. “I…I wouldn’t have known what to do.”
For a variety of reasons.
“I’d have told you what to do, baby.” Even at that point I’d understood I was more dominant than the average guy when it’d come to sex. “I’d have teased you and gotten reactions, but once I knew you were into it, I’d have taken complete control.”
That had his entire body relaxing and I could feel him finally sinking into the fantasy as he stroked my cock through the panties.
Deciding how to handle situations like that was stressful but my taking control was relaxing and opened him up more.
“I’d have tried to hide how hard you made me.
You shouldn’t jerk off to people you know. ”
He was so cute.
“What if I told you to jerk off to me…and for me?” His hand squeezed my cock, letting me know what he thought about that idea.
“Maybe during a storm I’d have climbed up on your bed and snuggled next to you.
You couldn’t kick me out if I was scared.
Then one thing would’ve led to another and I’d have had you show me how hard I made you. ”
Atlee’s hips rocked as his muscles clenched. “You’d have…you’d have been very confusing.”
I’d have given him a heart attack but he’d have loved it.
“Touch yourself for me, baby. Show me how hard I make you.” Having an order to follow made my sweet sub much happier and I could see contentment spreading through him as he reached for his erection.
“If you’d begged nicely as you jerked off for me, I’d have let you rub my panties.
But you’d have really had to beg to earn the right to get my cum on you. ”
Whatever he was thinking, the fantasy hit him hard because I could feel desire hit his whole body as he squeezed me again. “I’m…I’m supposed to make you come.”
“No, you’re supposed to submit and obey me.
I get to decide what we’re doing and how I use you.
” Someone had definitely said he had to work at pleasing his partner over everything else, but I wasn’t sure if it was a birds and bees lecture that’d gone off the rails or something he’d seen online.
“Sometimes I’ll use you to make myself come and sometimes I’ll use you other ways. ”
That was going to be hard for him to process right off the bat.
Fucking myself against his hand, I moaned as I finally stopped doing my best to ignore how good he was making me feel. “No matter if I’m making you jerk me off or suck my cock, or if I have you jerk off for me, I’m going to enjoy your submission in a thousand different ways.”
His hand tightened on his cock as he seemed to be mentally arguing with me about it. “Yes, Sir.”
Oh, that was sexy.
His pleased chuckle said he’d felt my reaction to it. “You…you liked that.”
“I did, baby.” Running my hands over his chest, I leaned closer and kissed his neck. “Say it again.”
I might’ve liked the honorific but he liked the order just as much. “Yes… Yes, Sir.”
Giving him another moan, I pressed closer against him and rocked my dick harder against his hand. “I can’t wait to hear you say that when I’m in you or spanking you.”
Oh, he couldn’t wait either based on the visceral reaction that raced through him. “It’s…it’s one of the polite ways of addressing a Dom.”
Was he ready to ease deeper into that side of our relationship?
Talking about it in logical ways was easy for him but it’d felt a little like he was still overthinking the me being his Dom part of everything.
“It’s sexy to hear you give yourself to me, too.” Tilting my head, I made a soft, needy sound. “Kisses, baby.”
That had him opening his eyes and curling himself around me to start kissing my neck. The change was amazing and it was like a switch had been flipped in him. “That’s right. That feels so good.”
Atlee made a quiet, needy sound I wasn’t even sure he heard as he kissed up my neck and gently rubbed me through the silky fabric. “I…I might’ve already told you this, but I like the way you always tell me what makes you happy.”
Because making a sub constantly guess how to please their Dom was a truly fucked-up way to treat them unless it was a kink they were both into. I’d met some subs who would’ve liked the stress for a single scene but Atlee couldn’t live that way without it breaking something inside him.
“That’s so sexy…I love how much you want to obey me.” And I wanted to do everything possible to encourage him to explore deepening his submission. “I’m so proud of how strong you are.”
It might take him a while to understand that, but he could mentally overthink that later. It was time to see if we could turn his brain off completely and just let him run on instinct and obedience. “Let’s see if you can give all that strength to me to hold for you, baby.”
Easing back from him, I settled against the pillows and smiled as he huffed before pressing his lips together. “What was that?”
He blinked, clearly not sure what to say. “Um, not a word, Sir.”
The technically correct answer made me want to laugh but I held back my delight and frowned deeper at him. “I think you need an attitude adjustment.”
It was going to be fun, but starting off with that confused look on his face made it perfect. He had no idea what to say to that, so I saved him by patting my lap. “Come here.”
Atlee’s entire body tensed before he let out a deliberate exhale like he was forcing himself to relax. “Yes, Sir.”
As I nodded, I leaned over and reached into a box on my nightstand. The toile pattern matched the accents in the room, but Atlee was more interested in the contents. He managed not to ask any questions but his eyes went wide before he carefully laid himself over my lap.
I wouldn’t have described him as hiding against the bed, but he was very glad to be able to ignore what was going on behind him.
He was a sexy ostrich, but he was very clearly consenting.
And probably questioning if he should’ve agreed to a plug in his limits list.
We’d have to see what he thought about it when our scene was done, but I was fairly certain he was going to enjoy it. Atlee loved anything that made him feel claimed and owned, so the constant reminder that his body was mine would be right up his alley.
And his ass.
But we’d take things one step at a time, so I started by slowly stroking his full cheeks and letting him hear how much I was enjoying it. “God. This ass is perfection.”
He chuckled softly but turned his head so he was almost hiding. “I’m not going to tell my Dom that it’s not perfect.”
“Good because you don’t want to argue with me when you’re clearly wrong.” It was perfect, and at some point, I was going to enjoy using my teeth to show him how amazing it was. “Especially when you don’t know what you want.”
That got another embarrassed chuckle as he finally gave in and hid his face completely. “That’s very normal.”