Calen had it in his head that they would wait until after dinner. So here he was, getting ready with another blasted erection, only this time he wasn’t going to play with it. He was just supposed to ignore it and go to Garrett’s house. He didn’t want to. He wanted to get naked with Calen!
He wasn’t feeling submissive at all.
Maybe that was the problem. He’d gotten little tastes of it all day long, but nothing completely satisfying. It was like getting a bite of dessert once in a while, but never enough to feel like he’d actually gotten a treat. It only made him want it more.
He was heading out to the living room to find his shoes when Calen came up behind him and wrapped his arms around Brent's chest, pinning his arms to his sides. “You are climbing the walls. What’s bothering you?”
Brent sighed and leaned back into Calen’s embrace. “I don’t know exactly. I’m on edge. I’m not sure what it is.”
It wasn’t exactly the truth, but it wasn’t a lie.
However, Calen didn’t seem to need the full answer. He already seemed to have a pretty good guess what the problem was. “It’s been a long time since you got to sink into your submission completely, hasn’t it? When was the last time you got to surrender for more than a scene? Like all day or even over a weekend.”
Brent loved the fact that Calen wasn’t jealous and that he could ask questions about Brent’s past, but he wasn’t sure he felt like talking. The way Calen’s arms tightened, though, Brent didn’t think he’d have much of a choice. Sighing, he thought back. “A few years, probably.”
“So you only had scenes, even though you had at least a couple of more serious relationships during that time?” Calen sounded surprised.
Brent shrugged. He wasn’t sure why Calen was surprised. “A lot of Doms aren’t interested in submission that goes beyond a scene or several hours at most.”
Calen’s arms tightened even more and Brent wanted to sink into him. It wasn’t simply a hug, it went beyond that. The restraint and domination it implied were perfect. He must have made some kind of noise because Calen hummed and started rubbing his nose along Brent’s ear, sending shivers through him.
“You like that, don’t you?” Calen already knew the answer, but he waited for Brent to nod before he continued. “I know exactly what we’re going to do. After we leave Garrett’s later, we’ll head over to my house. Once we get there, I’m going to take control. Not for a scene or even a couple of hours, but a day or two where you won’t make any decisions. We’ll go completely lifestyle during that time so you can relax. Once you’ve had a chance to escape your own head for a while and aren’t so tense, we’ll bring things back to normal. How does that sound? Neither of us is working right now so the timing couldn’t have been more perfect.”
“You wouldn't mind?” Brent thought the idea sounded perfect, but was it too soon? Was it too much to ask of Calen? “I know it wouldn't exactly be easing into the relationship if we did that.”
“I don’t mind at all. I love the idea of you being mine for days. Neither of us wants something like that permanently, but I think this is the perfect time to take a few days as a kind of break from real life.”
Calen paused and seemed to be collecting his thoughts, but Brent wasn’t going to rush him. Calen could take all the time in the world as long as he didn’t let go of Brent. “Now, I’m giving you fair warning. I’m going to take complete control. Aside from necessary privacy, everything else would be up to my discretion.”
“Everything?”
“Everything.”
Brent was tired of thinking. Between work and trying to figure out what had been going on with him and Calen, he was done. “Please.”
“When we get back, I’m in charge.”
Calen sounded like he wanted one more confirmation from Brent. It wasn’t really a question, but he answered again. “Yes, Sir.”
“You won’t need regular clothes, but let me see the stuff you have for the club. I’ve only seen you in the cuffs you usually wear. Do you have other things?” Arousal was clear in Calen’s voice, even if Brent hadn’t noticed the erection pressing up against him.
Pushing back the instinctive embarrassment, Brent nodded. “I have a few pieces. Nothing complicated, but stuff to wear for the club or a scene.”
“Okay. We’ll see what you have and then we’ll head over to Garrett’s house.” Giving Brent’s cheek a quick kiss, Calen released him and stepped back.
Brent had to take a deep breath and shove the uncertainty away. He wasn’t worried about submitting to Calen later, but the idea of showing him the drawer filled with clothes and toys made him…nervous. He knew it was silly, but it seemed more intimate, like he was inviting Calen to see the most private part of himself.
And considering he was talking about getting naked and submitting for days, that was ridiculous.
Taking Calen’s hand, Brent led him back to the bedroom and over to the dresser. Kneeling down, he opened the bottom drawer and waited. He didn’t have a ton of things because he hadn't gotten to play enough to justify buying that much. But what he did have, he knew he looked good in. It was just incredibly strange to have Calen looking at them.
Calen crouched down and started looking through the drawer. Pushing aside the cuffs and more obvious pieces, he seemed to gravitate towards the briefs and underwear. Well, almost underwear. Brent didn’t think something that was a pouch with elastic holding it up should be called underwear.
Most of them he’d never even worn for someone else or to the club. They were fun and made him feel sexy. He couldn't help but wonder what Calen would think. Would he think they were hot or silly?
He shouldn’t have worried. Calen zeroed in on them immediately, and one glance at his face had Brent relaxing. After picking out a few pieces, Calen looked over at Brent and smiled. “How often do you wear these to work? Every time I see you in a suit now, all I’m going to be able to focus on is what kind of sexy underwear is decorating your body. Because, subbie, stuff like this is just for decorating your cock.”
Brent shook his head in disbelief. “I don’t wear any of that to work.”
