Chapter 25 #2
But his Master was smart, so I could do it.
I just needed a bit of creativity.
At the moment, though, he didn’t need creativity…he needed pain and control.
“Rise.” He was still graceful but his legs were slightly wobbly that time. “Good boy. Now go kneel in the middle of the bed. Legs spread for me.”
As he quickly moved to obey, I took my time standing and going back to the kitchen to get my coffee and a wooden spoon before following him. Letting the anticipation build and giving him a faint reminder that I was in charge had him shaking and hard as he waited for me on the bed.
Yes, he’d come out of subspace entirely too early before, but I’d make up for it and once he was in a better headspace, I’d apologize for getting it wrong.
Not now, though. No, my overachiever would take it as his fault and I needed time to figure out just the right wording to make sure he knew he hadn’t done anything wrong.
“That’s much better.” Pausing in the doorway, I took a sip of my coffee and studied him as I swung the long spoon back and forth. “That free cock is probably giving you ideas, though.”
A confusing mix of wicked and worried ones, probably.
I was still learning my boy, but a free cock seemed to mean he had to worry about what to do with it and how to please someone else. Caged meant I was in control of the pleasure and that he belonged to me.
I hoped I was reading that right.
“I…” Swallowing again, my nervous boy took a deep breath before settling back into position as his gaze tracked the spoon. “I’m just thinking of you, Master.”
At the very least, that was all he wanted to think about, so it was time to help him with that goal. “I’m going to be all you think about very soon, baby.”
The mix of a threat and a promise pushed him closer to subspace again. His legs splayed wider and I could see relief showing on his face before he tried to push it away. “Yes, Master. All I think about.”
Slowly moving closer, I took my time crossing the room. He probably thought it was to drive him insane but it was actually to give me a few seconds to figure out how the scene would play out. I hadn’t prepped for this and I wanted to get it right.
Not fuck things up any more than they’d already gotten.
The plus side of it was that it got me sexy whimpers from him and made him have to fight to keep his body still. He’d probably just started to realize what he’d asked for and the images in his head were doing wonderful things to keep him off-balance.
Normally I wouldn’t encourage that but Atlee needed it.
He also needed to be controlled and given a purpose, so I was going to be a wonderful helpful Master.
“Once I get this naughty cock taken care of, I’m going to use that pretty mouth of yours.” Slowly making my way over to the bed, I kept my movements slow and deliberate as I let the tension in him build.
Setting the coffee cup down on my nightstand barely registered, but he almost came off the bed when the spoon made a light thud.
Perfection.
Whatever he was thinking stayed in his head, but his gaze stayed glued to the spoon like his life depended on it.
I couldn’t decide if there was too much going on in his head or not enough, but either way, stunned silence wasn’t a safeword and it gave me time to make sure I had all the pieces for the cage ready.
I kept my expression as neutral as possible as I finally picked up the spoon again and slowly swung it between my fingers, but he wasn’t looking at my face.
No, he missed the way I studied him completely, but reaching out and tracing the smooth wooden spoon down his chest had him holding his breath.
That wasn’t a good plan for the scene because oxygen was important, so I was helpful and quickly flicked it down, barely swatting the head of his now hard cock.
Oh.
That was fun.
His body lit up like fireworks had gone off inside of him and his eyes just about rolled back in his head as it fell back. The strangled sound he let out was incredible but my favorite part was the way he spread himself wider.
He was my sexy pain slut, but we’d test the limits of that another time.
“Good boy. But let’s see what we can do about this naughty cock.” Spacing out the smacks from the rounded wood got more wonderful sounds from him and had the amazing side effect of keeping him hard too. “Hmm, I might have to milk you to get this to go away. You’re enjoying your taps too much.”
Whatever image that put in his head was incredible enough that all it took was one more smack to set him off like a bottle rocket.
His body bowed as cum shot out and he made a desperate cry that filled the room as his orgasm rolled through him. We were going to come back to that fantasy later, but for the time being, I gave him a few more taps to keep his pleasure going.
When he finally came back down from the high it’d given him, his cock was soft and his gaze had gone fuzzy. He’d lost touch with reality enough that he didn’t understand what I was doing until halfway through getting his cage on.
As I secured it again, I flicked the lock and made a show of putting the key back down on the nightstand. “I’m going to put this on a chain so it’ll be right over my heart every time you wear it, baby.”
All I got were several long blinks before he let out another shaky breath. “Because…because I belong to you.”
“That’s right, baby.” Maybe the six-month timeline for therapy had been a bit too generous. “You’re all mine and now I’m going to use my sexy boy’s mouth as I finish my coffee.”
Which was definitely what I should’ve done earlier…yes, we were going to need a different plan for next Sunday.
Practice made perfect, though, and we had a lot of Sundays in front of us for me to get it right.