Chapter 24
Atlee
“I…” I had to be something. “Green.”
Yes, I was green.
“Thank you for using your colors, baby.” Master rocked back and forth over me, barely fucking me and somehow still staying magically hard.
Magic.
Masters were magic.
That was the only thing that made sense because my brain was fuzzy and still and felt like a thousand pounds. The only problem with that was my body trying to float away, so it was slightly confusing if I tried to focus on it.
So I didn’t.
I focused my gaze on Master…my ass on his cock…my hands on his back where he’d let me caress him…my legs where they were spread wide for him.
“There’s my sexy boy.” Squeezing his cock had his eyes rolling back in his head as his slow rhythm faltered.
I’d done that.
I’d made him feel so good he forgot he was enjoying me slowly.
His groan had my cock trying to get harder and made my head swim faster. “That’s so good. Again, baby.”
Tight.
Relax.
Tight.
Relax.
Opening when he fucked me, I tightened as he slid almost all the way out, going as slowly as he could because that was his favorite way to fuck me.
“That’s…” Good. I was doing good even if he couldn’t say the words. “Baby…”
His gaze found mine.
He thrust harder.
He moaned louder.
I couldn’t think about anything else without my brain trying to float away, but I could focus on Master. That was instinct and submission and perfection. All I had to do was focus on Master and follow his orders. There was nothing else.
Just Master.
Master’s orders.
Master’s smile.
Master’s eyes.
Master’s moans.
Master’s cock.
And at that moment all he wanted me to think about was being open so he could use me.
“This…every…every weekend this…” Master squeezed his eyes shut as he jerked and used me faster. “We’re going to…to wake up just like this every weekend.”
Master’s body went tight as he shook and his body bowed like it was trying to take control from him. But Master always had control. His orgasms. Mine. Master was always in control and he wrestled his body to obey him until he looked down at me again.
That.
That was his…
He wanted to come.
Moving my body faster, I let him hold me down to the bed and worked my ass around his cock. “Saturday is going to be for doing things with my boyfriend…breakfast…errands…dates. Sunday is going to be with my boy…caged…spanked…filled.”
Tighten.
Open.
Tighten.
Open.
“Your…I’m going to be your…I’m your…” My brains were locked up with my dick. It was the only reason that made sense why nothing worked. Nothing but my hole. I could make that work for Master.
“Yes, baby.” Pushing up, he rested one hand on my throat, barely holding me. “My boyfriend. My boy. My sexy hole to use. All mine.”
His.
I was all his.
He was going to keep me.
Master’s voice went lower, sending a shiver through me. “Sundays are going to be my favorite day of the week…but don’t worry…I’m going to use you every day, baby.”
He was going to use me.
Every day.
He was going to use me.
“Who do you belong to, baby?” His rough, sexy tone made me whimper as the cage got tighter and the words were stuck in my throat. “Tell me and then I’ll let you come. You’ve been so good for me.”
Good.
I was good.
I was his good boy.
He was going to keep me.
Master was going to use me every day.
“You!” The word burst out, earning a smile and another thrust from him. From Master. “You’re Master.”
“And…” Master shifted and suddenly sent fireworks through me with every thrust. “Let me hear it. All of it, baby.”
All of it.
“Master and…and my boyfriend…and…and you’re Casimir. You’re you.” He was so much it was overwhelming. “Master.”
That.
That was my favorite.
“Good boy.” Master brushed his lips over mine before tightening his hand again. “You’re going to look so good for me in your collar.”
Collar.
He was going to collar me.
Own me.
Me.
“Come for me, baby.” Master squeezed just tight enough that I could feel the collar around me with every swallow and it sent the orgasm he gave me firing through me like a bullet. “Mine.”
His.
His caged boy.
The cage flared to life, squeezing me tighter and making sure I knew who I belonged to.
Master.
The pain and pleasure did something and then it was all too much and I let it all go.
When I was heavy and being held down to the bed again, I realized Master was snuggled on top of me, stroking my chest. I was his fidget toy. His body pillow. He had a thousand different ways he liked to use me so he could relax.
He even let out a soft sigh and rubbed his face against me. “I’m going to put you in something silky later so I can use you to hump and orgasm.”
Yes.
That.
“Yes.” I was going to say Master but his chuckle turned into a kiss. His eyes were smiling and he was so distracting I forgot. “Will…will I be caged?”
He frowned, thinking and picturing how he was going to use me as he went back to rubbing against me. “Maybe…but I might want you in your cock ring so I can hump you when you’re hard.”
He’d like that.
My eyes closed again before I told them they could, but I could still hear what Master wanted. I let the fuzzy feeling curl around me just like Master and smiled when I felt his kisses on my chest. “Will…will you use my mouth later?”
He hadn’t used my ass last night, but I’d woken up from the best dream where he’d used my mouth all night long.
“You’d like that.” He chuckled, making my face hotter even if I knew he’d liked the question. “Yes, but we’ll have to see if it’s my boyfriend sucking my cock or if I’m going to use my sub…or maybe I’ll be rewarding my boy for being good.”
I…I was going to like rewards.
“I’m…” Holding on to the words was hard, but I knew he wanted those too. He’d said so. If I gave him words, I’d get another spanking later.
Spankings led to pleasure and orgasms and even better rewards because I was his good boy.
“I’m your boyfriend…but…but you’ll still…you’ll still be in charge, right?” Yes. Questions got rewards too. Master liked questions. He liked knowing what his boy was thinking. That was important. “I like it…I like it when you’re in charge.”
I did it.
I gave him words and thoughts and I’d asked him for something.
It was exhausting but I’d done it.
“Yes, baby.” Master’s lips brushed over my cheeks. “I’m going to be in charge and I’ll make sure you know exactly how to take care of me.”
I was so heavy it felt like the air was one of those weighted blankets everyone had talked about…sometimes…they’d talked about those sometimes.
“That’s…that’s important.” Words. Thoughts. Questions. Words. Thoughts. Questions. “Guessing is…it’s so…it’s exhausting.”
Master didn’t make me guess.
Masters were in control.
Casimir liked being in control.
I didn’t have to guess with Casimir.
“I’m going to make sure you always know what will please me and you’re always going to make sure I have your thoughts.
That’s going to please me too.” Master liked being pleased.
I liked him being pleased. We’d all be pleased.
“Tell me one thought and then you’re going to just relax for me with your eyes closed. ”
Eyes closed.
Relaxed.
One thought.
One thought.
“This is nice, Master.”
Yes.
That was a good thought.
****
“That grumpy face is making me think I need to get your cage out.” Casimir smirked as he straddled my lap, probably remembering how stupid the cage had made me. “But that might be rewarding you for hiding what you’re thinking.”
Maybe?
I wasn’t sure I had to admit that, though.
“I’m not grumpy.” I didn’t know what I was, but I didn’t think I was grumpy. I’d just felt weird since he’d taken it off. “I’d say I was fine but you wouldn’t believe me.”
He barked out a laugh as he settled on my lap with wiggles and kisses. “Nope, so try again.”
As I thought, because that was what he wanted, he reached over to the table and picked up his cup, moaning around his coffee. “How do you make this so good?”
Measuring the grounds and following the directions.
He didn’t want to hear that answer again, though, because it hadn’t satisfied him the first two times. Trying something else sounded better than dissecting my feelings, so I focused on that instead. I could do something cute.
I was smart enough for cute.
No.
I could remember what other subs had said online, though.
I was definitely smart enough for that, so as he set his cup back down, I kissed his neck and nuzzled against him. “It’s good because I made it special for you.”
Practice…I needed practice to make that sound smooth and cute, but it sent a shiver through him as his eyes sparkled. “I like that more than I probably should.”
Good.
It might save me from having to think about my emotions.
“It’s true, so I’m glad you like it.” I’d liked making it for him, especially because he was what should probably be considered a hot mess in the kitchen. “I’m also going to like making you dinner later.”
As long as he’d let me.
Casimir had an interesting list of things he was confident he should be doing for me. It was completely backward but arguing with him about how he could take care of me went against the whole Dom-sub dynamic.
It was a Catch-22 I hadn’t figured out how to get around yet.
I’d keep trying, though, so I rubbed his back and kissed the other side of his neck that time. “I liked seeing you sitting at the table while I made your coffee.”
I hadn’t liked that he’d kept me away from the stove because of the whole naked thing. Safety first meant he hadn’t let me make him breakfast but I was going to figure out a way around that at some point.
Because the only other option to him was to get me dressed and I liked that even less.
I was back to feeling like me and not me at the same time and it was fucking with my head.
“You’re getting better at distracting me.” Sitting back, he gave me another smirk. “That almost worked.”
“What part didn’t work? I need to learn from my mistakes.” His laughter filled the room but also got me a sexy glare when he was done. “So you’re going to make me guess instead of educating me? Is that how you help your sub?”
He wanted to laugh again. I could see it in his eyes but he stuck with the sexy glare. “I can’t decide if you’re working on a new distraction or just aiming for a spanking?”
I wouldn’t argue with that…because I wasn’t sure what I was doing either.
Ugh. He shook his head. “My goal is not to break my toy.”
“It’s not breaking me.” It’d probably just be giving me what I wanted. “But if you think that’s not a good idea, what would you like to do?”
His brows pulled together. “I haven’t gotten past playtime and food.”
Had that actually worked?
I almost breathed a sigh of relief when he perked up.
“I know. We’re going to play what’s wrong with my sub.” His expression shifted back to a glare when I sighed. “It’ll be fun for me at least.”
I was going to have to try harder next time.