Chapter 21
Casimir
Every peek I got into his past answered more questions but also gave me new ones and helped me understand how he saw relationships too. My sweet man had never had anyone on his team and I just don’t know how long he could’ve lasted like that.
A divorce or breakdown had been incoming even if he hadn’t realized it.
Luckily, he’d found me and I was an expert at boundaries and calling people assholes…as long as I wasn’t dating them. I didn’t have that problem with Atlee, though. No, our issues would be him not calling out my questionable behavior and putting up with too much.
Mentally vowing to be careful and to push him to find a therapist by about our six-month point, I kissed the side of his head again. “Thank you, baby, but you get privacy from me if you need it. Remember that and your safewords.”
His soft chuckle made me think he’d been expecting that from me, but it also said he wasn’t doing as bad as I’d worried. “You won’t let me forget that.”
“Fuck no. You’re important to me.” I just couldn’t understand how he wasn’t important to his parents. “You’re cute and fun to play with…and I take good care of my toys.”
My ridiculously confident and definitely sassy tone got another snicker out of him and I could feel the muscles in his body starting to relax. “Especially toys where there are so many fun ways to play with them.”
As he relaxed even more, Atlee let out a quiet sound that wasn’t quite a moan, but let me know where I could start shifting our evening. “I need to get my toy ready for playtime first.”
His emotions were so topsy-turvy I knew he wouldn’t be hard yet, but that wasn’t a problem with the plan I had in mind. “Come on, baby. Some decorations for you came in earlier.”
I loved overnight shipping.
Atlee froze as his brain immediately shifted gears. As the options started to process, he straightened and swallowed hard. “Decorations?”
It seemed like a request for information based on his tone, so I nodded and took his hand to lead him toward the bedroom. “Yes. They’re items that are on your limits list and that we’ve talked about.”
Moving, or maybe just the talk of sex toys, had his brain processing faster. “We’ve talked about a lot of things.”
Brat.
“You’re right.” That wasn’t a question, so I let him stew a bit as I took him over to the bed. “Do you need to use the restroom?”
He blinked but knew to take the question seriously because my boy was smart. “Yes.”
“Alright.” Kissing his cheek, I nodded toward my bathroom. “Take as much time as you need. I’ll be waiting out here when you’re ready.”
Hmm.
Did he need anything else to focus on?
I didn’t want thoughts of his family to drag him down again, so I smiled sweetly. “There is anything you might need under the sink, so feel free to help yourself.”
Bingo.
Distraction in place.
Atlee blinked a few times and swallowed again like he was working a boulder down his throat. I could see him think about responding with words, but after a moment, he simply nodded and headed to the bathroom at a sedate pace.
It was so measured I was pretty sure he was counting in his head, or something equally as cute, but I didn’t draw attention to it. I wanted him distracted and slightly overwhelmed because that would keep his focus on me.
And I was a much happier topic than anything else his brain could come up with.
So I was smart, and was also fabulously organized, because I had everything laid out on my nightstand and the room ready by the time he came back out.
He was doing his best to look calm and collected but his eyes widened for a moment as he noticed the candles lit around the room and his new toys on the nightstand.
Oh, that rock was back in his throat but he fought past it that time and sounded almost relaxed. “Ready, Sir.”
There was an almost for anything floating out there but that was probably because he was trying to sound confident.
It was adorable and completely fake.
“Very good. Come here, baby.” I, on the other hand, was actually calm which seemed to help his nerves. “Did you find everything you needed and are there any limits you want to change for tonight?”
We’d gone over hundreds of options and questions, so I didn’t think there would be, but he knew something interesting was incoming.
Atlee blinked a few times before shaking his head, but it was the way his gaze flashed over to the toys for a split-second that gave me confidence in his answer. He’d guessed what I was going to do, and while it made him nervous, he wanted it.
“Yea—” Stopping a slightly croaked-out answer, he tried again as he stood straighter. “I found everything I needed and I don’t need to adjust any limits.”
“I’m glad.” Stepping closer, I brushed my lips against his as I ran my hands over his chest and moaned at the soft feel of the button-down shirt he was wearing. “This isn’t one of your usual shirts.”
Leaning into it and rubbing against him like a cat got a chuckle out of him. “I thought you’d like this one.”
God, he had the best clothes.
“If I’d known it felt this good over your body, I wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands off you.” Letting out a soft, appreciative sound, I kissed along his neck. “I can’t decide if I need to punish you for that or reward you.”
Swallowing back a sigh as I ran my hand over his chest, there was a shiver in his voice that was part arousal and part relief. “I…I kept you from getting in trouble in public, Sir. The restaurant…the restaurant wasn’t like the bar you were talking about.”
Oh, his curiosity had gotten ahold of something new.
“If we’d have been at the bar, I would’ve made sure you knew you belonged to me.
” This wasn’t the point for subtle or careful.
After the run-in with his parents, the last thing he needed from me was to feel like there was distance between us.
“I might’ve made you kneel for me or just sit beside me so I could run my hands over you as I told you what I wanted. ”
Him.
I wanted Atlee and it was time to make sure we were both on the same page with that fact.
The emotion-filled shiver that raced through him made me think we were, but we were at the point where we both needed to clarify it…especially Atlee.
“I’d have…I’d have knelt for you?” He turned to hide his face against my neck as he squeaked the words out. “They’d…people would’ve seen me?”
Was he worried about that or trying to clarify it?
“Well, they might be watching the cute waiter who’s always caged or plugged.
His Dom is there a lot and they’re always having sex in the back room on the sub’s breaks.
” Atlee’s squeak said he had thoughts on those two.
“Or they might be watching a few of the other locals who can’t behave themselves at all. ”
I loved having a place to go where even I blended in with the boring people.
“And then we can’t forget the male lingerie models who go there on a regular basis.” He’d probably like sneaking peeks at them. “They’re a handful.”
Understatement of the year right there.
“So I can’t guarantee we’d be interesting enough to catch anyone’s attention, but yes, you’d kneel for me because you do that beautifully.
” Kissing the side of his head, I made the circles on his chest wider.
“I’d love showing off how sexy you were in your suit, kneeling for me and being the perfect sweet sub. ”
Blushing and squirming as he tried to ignore everyone watching him.
Ugh.
I was going to make myself too turned on if I wasn’t careful.
Atlee was still at the half-curious, half-shocked point, so I wasn’t worried about him being too hard yet. “Would I stand out? Negatively, I mean. I don’t want to put you in an awkward position.”
I thought it was more about him not wanting to feel out of place even though the more submissive side of him wanted it, so I shook my head.
“There are all types of men there. It’s a mix of Doms, subs, and curious guys who have no idea what they want yet.
Businessman, lawyers, and more blue collar types. ”
The only people who stood out there were the vanilla ones that came in to test themselves on a regular basis. But everyone behaved around them until the regulars could figure out what the newbie really needed.
“But they know they want something.” Atlee’s quiet words said we needed a shift, so I started unbuttoning his shirt as I continued kissing him. “Most people know when they’re missing something.”
“No.” I wasn’t going to agree to that line of thinking. “Most people don’t even realize they’re miserable until something smacks them in the face with it. You’re part of a small minority who took that wake-up call and was open to something new coming into your life.”
Me.
And accepting his submission.
“I…” He paused and sucked in as I tugged his shirt out of his pants and started to strip it off him. It took a moment to get his brain back on track, but it caught up again as I laid it on the end of the bed. “I knew enough to come find you.”
I couldn’t be the only gay man he could find…I was just the one his brain had latched on to as important.
“You did.” He’d done a good job with that and I rewarded it with another kiss as he stepped out of his shoes and I unbuckled his belt. “You were honest with me about what you needed and you were honest with yourself.”
That deserved more credit than he understood.
By the time I was peeling down tight, sexy briefs, he was taking long, slow breaths and felt more relaxed. “It…it never occurred to me to lie to you.”
As he stepped out of his clothes, I kissed his cheek and leaned down to pick them up. “Because once we were ready, it was easy to feel that connection. We just had to wait until the time was right.”
Neither of us were the cheating type, but Atlee was so focused on the person in front of him, he’d never have noticed me while he was with Valerie. Now all that wonderful focus was on me, though, and I loved it.
When he was naked, I cupped his cheek and gave him another soft peck on the lips. “Sit down on the bed, baby.”
The time was definitely right, but I wanted to show him that as well as talk to him about it. He might’ve been on the same page with me about that, because he sat down and spread his legs wider without a second thought. “Very good.”
As I knelt and brought the cage to his still mostly soft cock, I kept my touch quick and gentle to keep from arousing him more. “All that honesty and curiosity is what drew me to you in the first place…well…that and how sexy you are.”
That got a laugh from Atlee, but he closed his eyes as I began to fit the cage on him. “I…never knew you saw me like that. We never talked much.”
“It wouldn’t have been appropriate but now I don’t have to worry about that.” There were new things I probably should’ve been worrying about, but I just couldn’t hold on to them around him. “Now it’s perfectly appropriate for me to notice everything about you.”
Atlee sucked in a breath as the cage became something he couldn’t ignore. My adorable ostrich kept his eyes closed and was doing his best to focus on the conversation and nothing else. “Because…because now I belong to you.”
“That’s right.” Nearly purring out the words as I fit the puzzle pieces around him and locked it in place, I set the key on the nightstand with a deliberate plunk.
He jerked like I’d just let off a firecracker, but he settled again as I stroked my hands over his thighs and marveled at how beautiful his caged cock looked. “Now you belong to me and I’m going to do my best to make sure you remember that every day.”
The shiver that raced through him said his emotions were running wild but the nearly inaudible whine he let out as he squirmed said he liked the physical reminder he was currently wearing. “That’s a very common sentiment in this lifestyle.”
“That’s right.” Taking my time kissing around his thighs, I smiled as he moaned as I kissed the tip of his cock that was barely peeking out of the end of the plastic cage. “So is keeping a sexy sub locked up to help him remember who he belongs to.”
His entire body seemed to clench as he rocked his hips, something vivid flashing in his mind, but he didn’t let that stop the words that needed to escape. “You…you’re…you’re going to remind me that I belong to you.”
“Every chance I get, baby, but this time it’s going to be something that you won’t forget.” Something that he couldn’t forget. “I know exactly how I’m going to make you mine.”
Moaning again as his body tightened, Atlee tried to get his reaction under control but his emotions were too raw still. “You’re going to…are you going to…it…”
I knew what he wanted but I gave him a moment to try to get the questions out before I took over. “I’m going to leave you caged while I fuck you, baby. Yes.”
His cock did it’s best to break out of its plastic confines, but I’d picked out a sturdy reminder for my boy. That didn’t mean the feeling of ownership wasn’t frustrating, though. His frustrated groan made that clear. “You…”
I knew what he was going to say, and yes, I was amazing. “Yes, I’m going to leave you caged all night too, but just like we talked about, I’ll release you in the morning.”
But I was going to take my time as long as he didn’t have anywhere to be in the morning.
Sundays were usually slow for him, so I was confident I’d have time to fuck with him before I took it off.
Atlee’s groan might’ve been because he knew that part, or it could’ve been because of how much fun the cage would be.
His cock said he was excited, though, so I wasn’t worried. “Master…”
“Good boy.” Giving him one last peck on the tip to help reinforce the cage and my ownership, I ran my hands over him as I slowly rose. “And my beautiful sub.”
He looked so good caged and not just because my ownership looked incredible on him.
Everything from his cage to his relaxed body to his barely focused gaze added up to perfection, and I hoped he could see that on my face as I finally stood and brushed my lips against his. “If you relax and just focus on how my cock feels inside you, then you’ll have an amazing orgasm, baby.”
Blinking, he shifted and rocked his hips back and forth again. “It’ll…it’ll just feel different because…because of the cage.”
I nodded as I stroked his thighs. “Your cock won’t be able to get hard because I want you focusing on me and your ass. You’re going to love knowing my cock is the only reason you’re getting an orgasm.”
Something about that had him sucking in a breath. “You’re…you’re going to give me my orgasm…but…but what if I can’t do it?”
Such a worrier.
“Then we’ll just try over and over until I figure out every touch and thrust that makes you explode.” A bit of hard work never killed a Dom, but he might need to hear that. “I don’t mind hard work, though, baby, even if it means filling you with so much cum I have to plug you to keep it in.”
Yes, that was a good point for him to keep in mind too.
At least until I turned his brain off completely.