Sawyer
“You know…if I wanted to drive Cooper nuts, I could tell him that we went for sushi.” I gave Jackson a slightly Cooper-ish smile, loving the way he shook his head and grinned.
“Has he been that bad?”
“You have no idea. Well, maybe you do. All those pictures and…” Once everything clicked in my head that I was talking with Jackson about sending him a dick pic I found myself blushing.
Jackson reached over and took my hand. “I loved two particular pictures. I’m sure you can guess which ones.”
Embarrassed but not willing to back down, I glanced at my plate but kept talking. “I told him he couldn’t show my face.”
“Like the rule for the puppy photo?” Once Jackson had seen that I was nervous but not unwilling to talk, he’d kept pushing.
He had made it very clear in the past that safewords weren’t just for when we were having sex, and I knew I could stop the conversation at any time. Maybe I was simply less stressed than I’d been about it all originally, or maybe I was just more comfortable with him, but the need to clam up was a lot less intense.
“Yes. I thought you might want to see a bit and…and so when Cooper got the phone out, I didn’t tell him no.” I thought naked photos were stupid, but since the two pictures hadn’t included my face and you really couldn’t tell who it was, I’d given in.
Then laughing, I finally glanced back up at Jackson to see him smiling tenderly at me. “But when he wanted to do a whole series and pretend to be a real photographer, I put a stop to it.”
Jackson’s smile widened, and he started to laugh. “You don’t want to be my sexy naked model?”
“Um, no. Just those two were weird.” Shrugging, I went back to playing with my potato. “He feels daring and sexy when he does it, and sometimes he just gets stupid excited over something, but it’s more awkward for me.”
“Just remind Cooper that you don’t want to. I loved the two he sent me, but I don’t want you to do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” Jackson squeezed my hand, and I felt his fingers start caressing it. “It’s been easy to see that he likes the cock cage. How has it been for you?”
Fuck.
When Jackson had originally asked for a booth at the back of the restaurant that had some privacy, I’d known he wanted to talk about more interesting topics than just the weather. That didn’t make it any easier, though.
The cock cage.
I wasn’t sure how to describe it. Taking a deep breath, and possibly holding on to Jackson too tight, I just jumped right in. “I like it.”
And that was a toe in the water and not the belly flop I’d imagined.
Forcing myself to go again, I looked down at Jackson’s hand wrapped around mine. “I like feeling like I belong to you. I know the one item doesn’t change anything really, but it feels like it does.”
“It’s giving me a lot more control. Even though you weren’t able to orgasm before without permission, now you’ve given me the ability to decide when you get hard.” Jackson’s voice was deeper, and as I glanced up at him, I could see the desire building inside him.
“You like it.”
Well, duh, it’d been his idea, but…
Jackson nodded, smiling, but not losing the arousal that was wrapping itself around him. “More than I thought I would. When I’d originally started thinking about the toy and researching it, I wasn’t sure how it would feel. But I’m not going to lie—I love knowing that you belong to me on that basic a level. It’s…powerful, not like power hungry but more like…special and important.”
“For me too.” Losing my nerve, my gaze fell back to our hands. “I know for Cooper, the feeling of being owned makes him turned-on and crazy hot. I think for me, it’s not really about the desire that it amplifies, but it’s more like the feelings I get when I’m a pup…quiet, centered…I don’t know if I’m explaining it right.”
Trying to describe things like that always made me feel stupid—like I didn’t know enough English to get my point across. It was as if there were a whole bunch of words that would be perfect, but they were just out of reach.
He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Don’t put yourself down. I can see those negative thoughts flying across your face. You explained it very well. You and Cooper are completely different people, and I wasn’t expecting you both to have the same reaction. I’m extremely proud of you for admitting what you wanted and telling me how it feels.”
His fingers released me, but before I could even miss it, his hand came down to rest on my leg. The simple touch sent a flood of sensation through me. That was another fun fact about the cage, most of the time it was calming, but once I started to get turned-on, it seemed to magnify everything.
It was all I could do not to groan as his finger started absently caressing my leg. Jackson kept talking like it was nothing, but meeting his gaze, I realized he knew exactly what he was doing.
But I wasn’t sure if I was relieved that he was taking things in a naughtier direction or not.
I was hoping it meant I was going to get to come, but after being trapped for several days, I wasn’t going to assume. Thinking back to what he’d just said, it was hard to get my brain to function. What had he been saying? Oh, he was proud of me.
“Um, thank you. I…it’s…” The words didn’t want to come out. It took entirely too much brainpower to sit still while his fingers kept wandering higher, toward my dick. “I like…making you proud.”
The hand that was wandering over me stilled while he ate a bite of his steak. It gave me time to make my brain work, but instead of feeling more embarrassed, something inside me loosened. “Having that physical proof of our relationship makes it easier for me. Talking to you about stuff isn’t as hard, and even letting Cooper talk me into embarrassing things is easier.”
“Like sending me a picture of your sexy, trapped cock.” He said it simply, like he was stating a fact, and his hand wasn’t even moving, but something about it pushed me back toward the aroused and confused side again.
“Um, yes…it was sexy?” My brain really wasn’t working. Not that Jackson seemed to mind.
No, Jackson seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself. His hand started to move again. The slow exploration in the direction of my dick made me want to moan and beg for more. Jackson’s voice dropped lower, and it sent sparks through me. “It was very sexy. It was my boys showing their master their trapped cocks. And I knew how hard it would be for you, so that made it even hotter.”
His fingers were finally at the edge of the cage, and I was suddenly grateful he’d tucked me in the back of the booth facing away from most of the restaurant. If it’d been packed, people would still have been able to see me, but on a Wednesday night, the place was only half-full.
“Getting you boys tucked into your cages was incredible, and seeing you both wearing them was even better, but knowing how it made you feel makes it special.” He pressed another kiss to my cheek, but the sweet touch of his lips was at odds with the wicked things his fingers were doing.
Caressing just around the base of the restraint, he wasn’t touching my cock, but it was close enough that it was sending delicious sparks through me. Jackson’s words didn’t help either. “And hearing from Cooper how turned-on he was and reading his dirty texts about the kisses he wanted made my cock so hard it hurt.”
Jackson was trying to kill me.
I was an idiot. “Kisses?”
Jackson’s dirty chuckle made me shiver. “Yes, Cooper wanted to know if kisses were allowed, but he didn’t mean on your face.” His voice grew quieter, and he leaned closer. “The naughty boy wanted to bend you over and see what would happen if he kissed and licked around your hole. He’s been reading dirty things online. But I told him no. I wanted to be with my boys when they got to come next.”
Fuck.
I moaned. It was low, and I stopped it as soon as I realized what I was doing, but Jackson heard it. My eyes slammed shut, but I could hear the devilish grin on his face when he spoke. “It sounds like you approve of that idea. Have you been reading dirty things online too?”
My head nodded without me even thinking about it. I couldn’t decide if my brain was tattling on me or if it was my trapped cock, but it was impossible to hide it from him. Jackson’s hand finally moved to drape over my cage and the way it shifted made me fight to sit still.
“I bet you’ve been looking at wicked things. Maybe watching porn online where a master has his sexy boy locked away and won’t let him come?” Before I could even figure out how to respond, Jackson continued his wicked teasing. “I bet you’ve been thinking about how Cooper looked running around with his tail wagging and his cage on.”
Yes.
Yes.
Yes.
The words wouldn’t come out, though. But a needy whimper did.
Jackson’s fingers trailed down over the cage to play with my balls, and it felt so incredible, I wasn’t sure I could breathe. Almost painful, but not in a bad way—they were sensitive, and it was close to the same feeling as when he’d spanked me.
“Do you want to know how it feels to come, still trapped in your cage? Do you want to know how it feels to have that incredible pleasure when you orgasm but not feel the rush of cum as it shoots out of you?” My sweet, attentive boyfriend might have picked me up for our date, but it was clear that my wicked, dirty master would be the one to take me home.
Thank God.
I loved being caged and knowing how much he loved it made it even better, but I was ready to come. So ready, I actually found the words. “Please.”
Well, word.
But Master was happy, and that was all that mattered. “My good boy, I love it when you’re open with me and tell me what you want.” Master’s hand pushed between my legs, forcing me to spread myself open for him.
Fuck.
His finger started caressing the sensitive spot between my balls and ass, and all I could think about was coming. “See what kind of rewards you get when you’re a good boy for Master?”
He was going to kill me.
When I got one last caress, and he slowly moved his hand away, I whimpered. Jackson chuckled. “Naughty boy, the waiter is coming, and he doesn’t need to see how needy my sexy boy is.”
Shit.
My eyes popped open, and I sat up straighter in the seat. How had I forgotten where we were? Pure pleasure rolled off Jackson as he watched me try to look functional in the seconds before the waiter came around the side of the booth.
Crazy need was still bouncing around in me as the man started to speak. “And how are your steaks, gentleman?”
Thankfully, Jackson took the question. “Delicious, thank you.”
The tall, quiet waiter nodded. “Please let me know if there is anything else I can get for you.”
“Of course, but I think we’re fine for now.” Jackson’s words were smooth and even. There was no hint at all that he’d been whispering dirty things to me or that he’d been feeling me up under the table. The images running through my head and the rush of naughty arousal made it even harder to think.
“I’ll check on you later then.” Nodding and giving us a bland smile, he walked away.
“I’m not sure it’s a good idea for him to check on us later. Who knows what I might be doing to you when he comes back.” Jackson’s hand went back to my cage-covered dick. “Open your legs again. I wasn’t done playing with my boy yet.”
The full spectrum of emotions ran through me as I spread wider for him. I felt dirty and beautiful at the same time, and the desire that pounded away at me only seemed to magnify when there was nowhere for it to go.
“Eat your dinner. I can’t take you home if you’re still hungry.” It shouldn’t have been sexy, but something about the implied threat in his voice that he’d keep me here, turned-on and needy, for as long as he wanted was stupid hot.
With shaking hands, I managed to take several more bites, but as one finger dipped down and teased over my hole, I had to set the fork down. Even through the layers of clothing, it was incredible. “Please…”
“What do you need?” Jackson’s wicked smile said he knew exactly what he was doing to me.
I had a feeling that hints and embarrassment were not going to be good enough to get me home in a timely manner and fucked—and that was what I wanted. “Take me back to the apartment, Master. Please make love to me.”
Leaning in and giving me a quick peck on the lips, Jackson pulled away smiling. “If that’s what my good boy wants for his date, then let’s go.”
The relief that rushed through me as he spoke was staggering.
I loved going out with Jackson, but watching him get the check so we could leave was the best part of the date. In minutes, he had us out the door and back in the car. But if I thought his teasing at the restaurant was bad, privacy made it even worse.
As we pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road, Jackson’s hand came back to my thigh. “Open your pants for me. I want to see what your sexy, trapped cock looks like again.” His fingers teased and caressed up my leg as he continued the dirty talk. “I wanted to strip you down as soon as I picked you up, but I knew that if I did, we’d never leave the apartment.”
Trying to make my arms work enough to get my hands to my pants, I listened as Jackson’s naughty words turned sweet. “But I like taking you out and doing things with you. I like having our time together.”
My fingers finally started to open my pants, but the flashes of headlights had my heart pounding in my chest. Jackson finally moaned as I pushed my briefs down just enough to for him to see the cage covering my cock.
When we pulled up at a light seconds later, I covered my cock up again. Jackson shook his head. “There’s no one here. Let me see it again. You look so sexy, baby.”
Letting out a moan that was part embarrassment and part arousal, I pushed them down again. Jackson’s hand moved to cover my cock, and I could feel his fingers start to caress my balls as the car began to go again.
As they inched lower down my body, Jackson didn’t seem to mind when I released the fabric and gripped the seat instead. His hand and my dick were covered, but if anyone had glanced at the car, they would have known something was up.
With my head thrown back and the desperate fight not to shove myself against his touch and beg for more, it must have been clear how aroused I was. Cooper was usually the exhibitionist in the bunch, but the idea that someone might see us was insanely erotic.
By the time we were pulling into the parking lot, Jackson had one finger circling my opening, and he was telling me all the crazy things he’d been fantasizing about. Master had a dirty imagination and wasn’t afraid to let it show.
He begrudgingly let me straighten my clothes as he stopped the car, but I knew his teasing had only paused long enough to get us to the apartment. The walk across the parking lot and up the stairs had never been longer. I’d grown used to the feeling of being locked away, but now every movement and sway of my cock brought my attention back to the cage.
I’d half expected Jackson to throw me up against the door as soon as it closed behind us, but much to my disappointment, he’d found his patience again, damn it.
Jackson led me over to the couch, and sitting down, pulled me into his lap. As I straddled his legs, his hands wrapped around me to start kneading at my cheeks. Tugging me close, he took my mouth in a slow, deep kiss that had me moaning in his arms.
Easing away to nibble on my lips and kiss along my jaw, Jackson’s fingers started caressing the area around my hole, pulling my cheeks apart so I felt empty and aching to be filled. I moaned and whimpered as he continued to kiss and tease me.
When I was shaking and fighting to stop myself from thrusting my ass back harder into his hands to demand more, Jackson finally reached around to unbutton my clothing. A confused sort of relief flooded through me as he shoved my pants and briefs down my legs. The combination of being aroused and naked, but still trapped and unable to get hard was confusing but hot.
My moan echoed through the room when Jackson brought his hands around to start playing with my ass again. My cock was fighting to get hard, pressing against the smooth cage. Everything in me wanted to feel more of his touch and to have his dick slide deep inside me. I knew how good it would feel, and it was all my body could focus on.
“That’s my sexy boy. Let me hear how good it feels.” Master’s rough words sent me even higher as he started rocking my hips so my cage rubbed against his cock.
When the tip of one finger pressed against my hole, the words just came tumbling out. “Please. Master. Please. Touch. Yes. Please.”
Jackson chuckled. “What do you want? What does my sexy boy want from his master?”
“Please. Yes. Please.” Real words just wouldn’t come out. My head fell to his shoulder, and another moan tore out of me as he eased the tip right inside my ass. The clenched muscles stretched, and it was the barest hint of what was to come, but it was enough to fry my brain.
I was so lost in the flood of sensations, it took Cooper’s excited voice coming from entirely too close before I realized he was home.
“God, that’s hot. I knew you guys would finally learn what to do when I wasn’t around.”