However, by the time he was thoroughlycleaned and hard as a rock I was starting to feel the urge to wiggle. Should Iask again? I couldn’t decide if begging was what he’d wanted or if there wassomething else I should do. I almost asked a dozen times, but there was alittle voice in the back of my head that said it might not be a good idea.
But the little voice was interesting enoughto have my dick trying to get hard again even before Porter started rubbing hissoapy hands all over my chest. I’d always known my dick wasn’t that bright, butmy steps into BDSM had only made that more obvious.
Ignoring my dick was easier than ignoringmy bladder, though. I managed to make it all throughout the slow, gentle washPorter gave my chest, but by the time he moved me around so he could wash myback, I was starting to wiggle. “Sir…I…Sir…”
I still wasn’t sure what to say, but timewas definitely running out. “Sir, can I…can I go use the bathroom, Sir?”
Porter just stepped closer, pressing hisdick into my side and wrapping his arms around me. “No, boy. You already knewthe answer to that. You earned a reward, not privacy.”
Huh?
Oh shit.
I was the sub in the club. I was the boydoing the potty dance…and if I was the sub, that meant Porter was the Masterwho was in control…reallyin control.
Porter was in control.
Just realizing that obvious point had merelaxing against him. “I’m sorry I was naughty and asked again, Sir.”
Porter made the decisions. We both wantedit that way and I had my safewords if I needed them, but since I was embarrassedand horny and not actually scared or worried, this wasn’t a safeword moment.This was a wiggle and see what happened moment.
Would it turn him on? Yep, his dick wasstill hard and the sexy sound he made as he kissed my neck said he was loving thecommand he had over me. “That’s my good boy. I knew you could behave.”
His hand on my back slipped lower until hewas stroking right at the top of my ass. “I’m going to finish getting you allcleaned up, and then in a bit, I’ll take you to use the toilet.”
There was no way he thought I could wait,but he wasn’t going to say it.
I felt my face heating up as I nodded,closing my eyes and leaning into his touch. “I’ll be good.”
He made another happy sound as he skimmedhis finger down over my hole, but it was soon drowned out by my moan as hisfinger slipped inside me. Relaxing my ass enough to make sure I wasn’t fightingagainst him didn’t do my bladder any favors, though.
Shit. He was really going to keep going.
I was shaking before he even stroked overmy prostate, but when he started rubbing slow circles over the gland, I knew Iwas a goner. Keeping my eyes closed, because that made everything easier, Ijust focused on the way his touch felt and how incredible it was to be sotenderly owned.
When he finally pushed me over the edge andmy orgasm swept through me, it was powerful, but something about the cage made mefeel even more owned. This wasn’t my orgasm. This was the orgasm he’d given me.
Not being able to get hard and feel the cumshoot out of me like I normally would was the strangest part and the best. Iwas really his. It was that realization that seemed to trigger my bladder tosay it was done and I felt piss shooting out into the shower.
“That’s my boy. You’re being so good forme. I’m so proud of you.” The genuine emotion in Porter’s voice made itimpossible to be embarrassed, but as I stopped, I just curled into him.
Wrapping me in his arms, he kissed my headand held me tight. “Oh baby, you’re so strong. I’m so proud of you.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Closing my eyes, I letthe sweet words and tender kisses chase everything else away. All I could feelat that moment was how incredible it felt to be held by the man who changed myentire world.
Chapter 20
Porter
Landon always woke up like he was comingfrom one world into the next and he wasn’t sure how he’d gotten there, but itseemed worse as he woke up from his nap. Blinking several times as he sat up onthe couch, he pushed the blanket I’d laid over him down to his lap and lookedaround.
“You look like you want to ask where youare.” My question had a grin flashing over his face before he relaxed back.
“I think that might’ve been the first thingthat went through my mind. I was having a weird dream and then the cock cagewoke me up.” He was still looking around like he wasn’t sure everything wasreal, so I closed my laptop and went over to give him a kiss.
He’d conked out earlier after we’d run someerrands, and he’d been deeply asleep for a while. In the week since we’d goneover to his mother’s for dinner, I’d hoped he was getting more rest, but thatdidn’t seem to be the case.
“Why don’t you go grab a shower? That mighthelp wake you up. Then we’ll talk about dinner.” It was still early, but myplan was for him to be in bed at a reasonable time so he started next weekfeeling good, not exhausted.
