That I could understand. “Telling peopleyou like those fancy grownup coloring books is one thing, but it’s got to beharder explaining the little part.”
Porter kissed my head as he moved to adjustthe strap that was now encircling my other arm and pinning it to my chest. “AndI think the part of you that liked dominating your ex might like the littles.”
That definitely moved my attention awayfrom the restraint and back to the conversation at hand. “You think? Thatwouldn’t be awkward? I mean, with us?”
Porter scoffed. “Of course not; justbecause you’re submissive with me doesn’t mean the part of you that enjoyeddominating someone is gone. Even if you just liked it because it made her happyand that was the only reason you did it, we still might want to explore it.”
I must have looked startled because helaughed. “I’m not planning on letting you do anything crazy. You’re completelymine. Don’t doubt that. But if you wanted to dominate one of the single subs atthe club together or something like that, we could do it.”
Coming around in front of me, he kissed megently. “Not me, mind you. But as your Dom, I could teach you how to use allkinds of things. There’s no right or wrong way to dominate or submit or toswitch like Derek.”
I finally smiled. “Just not dominatingyou?”
He rolled his eyes. “Yes, alright, that’sthe only wrong way to do it.”
Laughing, I nodded. “Can I think about it?I’ve never really thought about why I liked dominating her.”
I’d never claimed to be the mostintrospective person in general, and in my defense, I’d been focused onunderstanding the submissive side of myself, not the other parts.
“Of course.” Porter gave me another kiss,stroking his hands over my now trapped arms. “I want you to understand that ifthere are other things you want to explore, that’s perfectly reasonable. We’djust do it together. That’s what matters.”
I wasn’t sure where his mind was going, soI spoke up. “You’re the Dom between us and we don’t do anything without theother.”
He nodded, stroking one hand over my head.“We’ll do everything together, baby.”
Hearing him call me that had me curlinginto his arms and nodding. “Good. Everything.”
I tried to raise my arms to touch his chestbefore remembering I was stuck. All it took was that one realization that hehad me all wrapped up and all I could do was submit, and something shifted inmy head.
Porter chuckled and ran his hands along myarms again. “You look very sexy like this. Beautifully restrained and decoratedjust for me.”
As he stepped back, he tweaked my nipplesbefore running his hands down my chest to analyze the cock cage again. “Almostperfect.”
The look on his face made it clear I wasgoing to end up caged more than I’d originally expected. I’d guessed that itwas something he’d enjoy when he’d first brought it up, but the expression hewas wearing when he looked at the cage said it was more than that.
“One last step and you’re going to be allset.” Then he reached into the bag and pulled out the tiny lock and key setDerek had given us.
Porter was locking the cage.
Still smiling and thoroughly pleased, he putthe tiny lock in place and slipped the chain that held the key over his head.Giving the cage one last long inspection, he stroked it again. “Perfect.”
It seemed like a very blunt expression ofthe ownership I felt when he looked at me, especially when I was kneeling forhim. Everything from the way he touched me as I knelt to the way he wanted totuck me close to his body said that I mattered to him. The cock cage just madeit even more real.
No one else in my life had ever made mefeel the way he did.
As he straightened and ran his hands backup my body, he smiled. “We’re going to walk over to the couch and I want you towalk carefully. If you fall and hurt yourself, I’ll give you a spanking youwon’t soon forget.”
That was the oddest way anyone had evertold me to be careful. “Yes, Sir.”
I was used to walking in all kinds ofconditions at work, so moving to the couch wasn’t a problem, no matter what hewas worried about. But it was cute, so I was careful as I made my way over tothe couch and sat down on the cushion between his legs.
Porter wrapped his arms around me, pullingme close so my back was resting against his chest, and then he propped up hisfeet on the coffee table. “Lean back and just relax.”
Obeying that command was easy until hestarted to gently stroke his fingers over my chest. As he turned on the TV andfound an old movie we’d both probably watched a thousand times, his fingersmoved from my nipples to the restraint and then back up.
It was arousing and frustrating and somehowbetween one pinch and another caress, I was out.
Chapter 18
