Page 19 of Caging Cessie (Submissives of Rawhide Ranch #20)

“Leon, honey, wake up. I need to go to the bathroom.”

It was still early based on the watery gold light she saw through the window, but as much as she wanted to laze in bed beside his warm, naked body, her bladder wouldn’t be denied.

Cessie had briefly considered digging through his discarded pockets for the key and letting herself out. That would mean he could sleep, and she’d come right back.

Considered and quickly dismissed it, because he’d built this cage for her, and she’d chosen to close the door and obey the rules of her captivity.

Starting to feel slightly desperate, Cessie planted her elbow in his stomach and leaned over him, nose to nose. “Leon.”

He grunted, opening one eye. “You have pokey elbows.”

“I need to pee.”

He immediately rolled off the bed, pulling on his pants and then hunting around on the ground. Cessie sat on the side of the bed, feet dangling and knees spread.

He turned to look at her, gaze raking down her from her head to her pussy which she had obediently put on display for him. “Good girl.”

Then he held up the hood.

Cessie reared back. “I just need to go to the bathroom quick, there’s no…” Her words trailed off, her cheeks heating with embarrassment at the stern look in his eyes.

“Chin up.”

She raised her chin, gaze still lowered, as he pulled the hood on. He moved with swift, sure movements—pulled her hair out through the slit, adjusting the eye mask so it sat just right, and finally doing the buckle.

Her hand clenched in his, she slid off the bed, following him out of the cage and then into the bathroom. She relieved herself and washed her hands before feeling for the doorknob.

“Leon?” she hesitated in the bathroom door.

“I’m here, baby.”

“Can you get me my toothbrush and put toothpaste on it?”

“Yes.” He sounded thrilled by her question, and oddly that made her feel sick. He shouldn’t be that excited about helping her get toothbrushing supplies.

Except it wasn’t about the toothbrushing. He was excited because she’d asked him for help.

And she’d only done it because she had to. Because she quite literally couldn’t do it for herself.

Her shoulder muscles tightened with discomfort as he approached her, nudging past her and into the bathroom. She listened, trying to figure out where things were, but when he stroked her cheek, then gently ran his hand down her naked body, she stopped and accepted that she needed his help.

She brushed her teeth, aware he was still in the bathroom with her. When she was done, he grabbed her by the waist, holding her still.

“I checked you last night when you fell asleep, but I need to make sure you don’t have any raw spots or burns from the ginger. Turn around. Good girl. Now bend over a little, hands on the counter.”

He must have knelt, because he gripped her ankles, guiding her to step wide.

First, he spread her ass cheeks, and she flushed with that familiar, delicious embarrassment of being examined. She could tell by the feel of his finger that he’d put on a glove, and when he gently inserted one finger into her ass, she moaned and pushed back.

“Any pain?”

“No, Master.”

“Tenderness?”

“A little, but just the normal amount for the morning after anal.”

“Good. Bend over more so I can see your clit.”

She braced her elbows on the counter and tilted her pelvis.

Gentle, bare fingers gripped and spread her labia. She moaned as he carefully examined her clit, even pushing back the hood a little.

“Any pain.”

“N-no, but I’m so—ah!” He’d stroked the glans directly and the pleasure was like an electrical shock.

“You’re so what?”

“Sensitive.”

“Good.”

He rose, hands trailing up her thighs and ass. Then he spun her around and set her down on the counter.

“That’s cold!” she yelped.

He chuckled, then cupped and examined her breasts and nipples as she leaned back on her hands. She answered his questions about how her nipples felt, and he rewarded her with a closed-mouth kiss to each nipple.

He stopped touching her and she waited, hoping. A second later she heard him brushing his teeth. The mood shifted, but she wasn’t entirely disappointed, because this was intimate in a different way.

“I wish I could watch you.”

He spit before saying, “You want to watch me brush my teeth? Okay, that’s a bit of an odd kink.”

“Kink-shaming?” She shook her head in mock disappointment. “I expected better from you.”

He jerked her knees apart, making her yelp in surprise. One hand cupped her waist, while the other cradled her neck.

He kissed her hard and deep. It was a claiming, a statement of ownership. He tasted like toothpaste, and the man she loved. And when he pulled back, she felt floaty and… loved.

“Good morning, Cessie.”

“Good morning, Leon.” She leaned forward blindly, smiling when he positioned himself perfectly so her lips touched his in a soft, chaste kiss. “I love you.”

He stilled as if surprised and she hated that she couldn’t see his expression.

“I love you, too.” His words ached with the truth of it.

Inside the hood, her eyes started to well with tears.

An awkward silence descended.

“Breakfast.” He helped her off the counter. “Then we’ll get back in bed for a while.”

“Can I be in the kitchen with you while you get it ready?”

Again, embarrassment bit at her, but why? Why was she embarrassed to tell the man who was both her boyfriend and her Dom that she wanted to be near him?

She knew the answer, but refused to voice it even in the quiet of her mind as he led her out of the bedroom.

She sat on the counter as he cooked eggs and bacon.

When she suggested some fruit or veggies for fiber, he grumbled about living with a doctor and passed her a bowl of oranges and a bag of washed grapes.

She peeled the oranges and split them into segments, then plucked the grapes off their stems, making a rather odd fruit salad, all by touch.

“Breakfast is ready. Let’s eat outside.”

She stilled. “Outside?”

“Outside,” he confirmed.

Leon led her out first, helping her down onto what she assumed was the same low stool she used the day before. She tensed, hugging herself against the cool morning air, until he returned. “Are we on a porch?”

“Yes.” Leon’s footsteps were almost silent as he came toward her and then sat—maybe he was barefoot. He dropped a thick, soft blanket around her shoulders and she sighed happily. It wasn’t particularly warm and she’d started shivering.

“Open,” he said after a moment.

She obediently parted her lips and a forkful of eggs landed against her tongue.

She realized she was hungry—probably all the fresh mountain air—and he must have been too, because for several minutes they ate in silence.

From the sounds, she knew he was taking bites in between feeding her.

Several times she stopped herself from asking for more or less of something.

It wouldn’t kill her if she ate one more piece of bacon than she normally would have.

The only thing the meal was missing was coffee, but then again, her plan every morning was to drink at least one full glass of water before coffee.

And every morning she started anxiously doing the math as to how long it would take for the caffeine to kick in, and did she really have time to delay even the five minutes it would take to get a glass of water and chug it?

Or did she need the caffeine right now because, despite it being first thing in the morning, she was already behind for the day.

Cessie aggressively chewed some orange while trying not to think about coffee, morning routines, and her insane schedule.

Once she was full, she carefully leaned forward, resting her cheek on his knee. If he told her to open her mouth she would, but now that she was full, she wanted to touch him.

His hand immediately went to her head, then slid down to her back. He gently tugged on the blanket which she was holding closed with one hand. She shivered as the cool air touched her naked body, though it was warmer than it had been.

“Morning,” Leon called out, “nice day.”

Cessie’s eyes widened behind the blindfold. “I thought… this cabin seemed remote,” she whispered.

“It has privacy,” he said mildly. “Stand up, Cessie, I want you on my lap.”

Slowly she rose, keeping a hand on him to anchor herself even as he gripped her arm and hip.

The bells on the jesses, which had been mostly silent—or she was getting used to them—jingled as she moved.

No doubt whomever he’d been talking to, assuming they were still there, was looking over and wondering why she sounded like a holiday decoration.

Leon guided her onto his knee. She perched on one thigh, spreading her legs when he tapped her knee.

His hand immediately went between her legs, parting her labia with two fingers.

She gasped at being so intimately exposed and at the shock of cold air touching her.

He’d exposed her in the Dungeon, but this felt different.

Though they were at a place catering to their lifestyle, being put on display on the porch during breakfast was very different than being spread and exposed in the Dungeon at night.

“Do you like my Cestrayl?” he called out, making her jump in surprise at the volume. The final word was her name, not “kestrel” as in the small bird of prey.

Her cheeks felt hot with embarrassment even as arousal pulsed through her. His fingers were so achingly close to her clit.

She strained but didn’t hear the reply to Leon’s question. Then again, her heartbeat was pounding in her ears, and sounds were slightly muffled by the hood.

“I forget what a nerd you are,” she whispered.

“Who, me?” He rumbled out a laugh, even as he kept her on his lap, his fingers spreading her open so anyone, everyone, could get a good look at her sex.

“It’s too early in the morning for puns,” she grumbled.

“Is it?” His free hand cupped her breast, thumbing her nipple.

Cessie arched, thrusting her breast into his hand.

“Feeling needy, baby?”