CHAPTER 12
Brent
The posture and movements were automatic for Brent, but the feeling of kneeling in Calen’s living room while his Dom watched was very different. He was actually submitting for Calen. It was nothing like what he’d expected.
With slow, careful touches, Calen had his whole body singing. With a touch that was sometimes erotic and sometimes tender, Calen made him feel like the center of his entire world. And that was just the beginning.
Brent could see the plans and ideas dancing around in Calen’s mind. He couldn't wait to see what else his Dom had in store for them. But he knew there would be no way to guess. Every time he thought he understood what would happen next, his Dom would surprise him. The massage was a perfect example.
Waiting while Calen stood in the doorway, all Brent could do was to try to be patient. Maybe it was the massage, or maybe it was knowing that his submission wasn’t just for a few hours this time, but everything felt much easier than he’d expected.
He’d been so stressed and overwhelmed earlier but that had all faded. As Calen pushed away from the doorframe, Brent took a deep breath and focused on the floor in front of the couch. He would have loved to have watched Calen, but he knew better, and he wanted Calen to see that.
Calen stayed right outside of his field of vision but Brent could sense him as his Dom came up behind him.
“You look incredible. So good, in fact, you’re going to stay like this so I can admire my beautiful submissive.” Calen’s voice was sexy and rough.
Brent wasn’t sure what Calen meant, but he was completely surprised when a blindfold was wrapped around his eyes. Calen must have noticed his start because his Dom made a soothing sound and started running his hands through Brent’s hair.
“Shh. You’re not going to move. Nothing is going to happen. You’re going to stay right here for me to look at. The only thing that might be different is that I’m going to make sure you don’t have anything else to focus on but kneeling right here.” Calen’s voice was warm and soothing, settling nerves Brent hadn’t even realized he had.
There wasn’t anything to say. It wasn’t like the scene was anywhere near his limits and he didn’t have any reason to be jumpy. But he wanted Calen to know everything was fine, so he responded anyway. “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s good. Now I’m going to put ear plugs in you, subbie. You’re not going to be able to hear anything, but you don’t need to.” Calen’s words came out slow and even, like he was trying to settle a skittish horse.
Why was he so nervous?
He trusted Calen. Hell, Brent wanted this. He’d wanted this for so long. It wasn’t even a particularly edgy scene. He even liked sensory play. He knew how relaxing it was going to be once he got in the right headspace.
Maybe that was the problem.
It had been so long since he’d been able to turn over control to someone. Not only let them be in charge during a scene but really give himself to another person. Maybe he simply needed to remember how much he liked this. “Yes, Sir.”
Again, there was nothing else to say. Eyes covered, head down, he waited until he felt the tickle of Calen’s fingers near his ears. “That’s it.”
One hand trailed over his body as the other fit the plug in one ear. Calen’s touch made him want to arch and beg but that wasn’t possible, so he tried to let the warmth soak into him. Over his chest and down to caress his erection, Calen’s words felt as good as his caress.
Little thoughts and phrases kept escaping his Dom, and Brent wasn’t even sure he realized it. Telling Brent how incredible he was…how beautiful…how perfect…It was like basking in the sun and soaking up the wonderful warmth after a winter of cold, cloudy days.
Exceptthis time, Calen was his sun.
As the other ear plug slid in and the sounds faded away, Brent could still feel the trail of Calen’s fingers as they traced invisible paths along his cock and legs. When all he had to focus on was that gentle touch, everything seemed magnified.
The drag of Calen’s fingers against his skin sent shivers through his body. And as ridiculous as it was, he could almost feel the heat of Calen’s gaze. His Dom wanted to watch him—wanted to display his body just for his Dom’s pleasure. As Calen moved away, Brent found that he could feel his Master’s movements through the floor.
The shifts in the boards and the vibrations carried up through his legs. It was another little thing he never would have noticed, but now it made the sensation of being watched even stronger. Master was there and wanted to see what a pretty sub Brent was.
Master thought he was beautiful.
Thoughts tumbled around in Brent’s brain. Imagining how Calen saw him. He tried to picture if he was sitting straight enough, and if he was kneeling correctly. Slowly, though, as he knelt in the quiet, some of the jumble in his head seemed to fade away.
Fleeting ideas floated into his head but just as quickly they were gone. His body seemed to settle into the floor and it was almost as if he could have stayed there forever. Knowing that by being silent and still he could please his master helped push the remaining thoughts from his mind.
He had no idea how long he knelt there waiting, but at some point, the time didn’t matter. Everything was still and peaceful. It had been so long since there was that much tranquility, Brent let it draw him in.
When the touch came, the gentle caress sent lightning through his body. It was softer than the most delicate touch of a finger, but as the sensation moved up his legs and over to his cock, Brent thought he might lose his mind.
Uncontrollable shivers raced up his body, and he felt a moan vibrate in his chest. As the touch traveled up his torso and circled around his nipples, Brent knew he moved but he couldn’t seem to help himself. Arching, he strained to get even closer but when his body begged for more, the caress moved away down his body again.
