Page 8

Chapter Seven

Morris

Was he testing me?

It was technically everything we’d talked about wanting to explore, but Collin wasn’t subtle as he kept glancing at me to see what I’d do. When he was at his most grown-up and was watching how he behaved he was harder to read, but I liked that this version of him was as subtle as a bag of rocks.

Or Austin.

“Do you remember our safewords?” Starting there seemed right, but I had to admit, I was glad when Silas barely nodded his approval.

“Yes.” Sitting straighter, Collin was doing his best to look serious and grown-up. “We use stoplight colors and I’m green.”

Alright.

“What—”

“Ask your Daddy what color he is.” Silas’s calm order had me sighing internally and Collin looking at me suspiciously.

Had it not occurred to him that I might have reservations?

No. Probably not.

I was Daddy and his Dom and that probably translated into confidence to him. Unreasonable confidence more than likely.

Shifting so he could see my face, Collin didn’t seem to mind being given an order from Silas. “What color are you, Daddy?”

Great.

“I’m close to yellow.” My being honest had his eyes going wide, but it felt good to get it out between us. “I want to explore the scene. I think you’d have a lot of fun. I would love to show you off. But something feels… off.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Silas nod again, but I did my best to keep my focus on Collin. “Can you tell me what you think about the scene? Is there a tiny something that isn’t changing your color but is making you unhappy?”

How did I ask what I wanted to know when I wasn’t sure what I wanted to know?

He clearly wanted the scene and this version of Collin was self-focused enough to go for it, but there was something I was missing. His dramatic sigh and the way he rolled his eyes said I was right on the money.

About something.

A young almost-teenaged Collin was adorably dramatic and the way he glared at me had me fighting off a grin. Even Silas was fighting to keep a straight face and seemed to be delighted with the cuteness. “I’m fine. I’m green. I want someone to stab my penis.”

Yes, that was all very believable.

“I think it should be closer to fucking your penis, but I’m glad you’re confident about that part.” So yes. He wanted to be stabbed. “I still don’t understand what’s making you frustrated.”

Collin crossed his arms over his chest and glared at me. “I’m not frustrated.”

Of course not.

“Collin, do you think your Daddy is upset?” Silas’s question had Collin going very still and shaking his head.

Well, that was one thing crossed off the list.

Raising one eyebrow, Silas gave me a questioning look that had me nodding. If he wanted to keep poking that was fine. Collin was clearly worried about something related to me and his current headspace was delightfully confrontational.

It really shouldn’t be cute but it was.

I loved getting to see new sides of him and all the little pieces I knew he kept hidden because it wasn’t how he was supposed to behave. Grown-up Collin would’ve made more of an effort to conceal the problem, but this Collin wanted to stomp his foot and demand to be stabbed.

Yep. Adorable.

“Do you think your Daddy is going to be unhappy with you after the scene?” Silas went very still as Collin turned the glare toward the gruff Dom. “Try again, cutie. I’ll tell Austin on you.”

Oh.

Don’t laugh.

Don’t laugh.

Don’t laugh.

“You’re just being mean.” Collin wasn’t backing down completely, but he eased the drama slightly as he slouched. “Austin likes me.”

But that didn’t mean the nut wouldn’t go insane.

“He does and that’s why he’d get upset that you weren’t being honest with your Daddy.” Silas shrugged as Collin started grumbling under his breath. “I’m pretty sure Austin would ask if you trusted your Daddy enough to let someone stab your penis.”

That was a horrendous way to describe being fucked with the thin rods they used for sounding.

“I do.” Collin seemed offended enough that I believed him, but it also seemed like we were finally making progress. “I came to the club. I talked to him about what I wanted. I made him my Daddy. I trust him.”

The almost growled-out statement of trust had me raising one eyebrow but staying quiet. If Silas wanted to butt heads with my gremlin, I’d watch what happened, and see at what point Collin needed to be saved.

We hadn’t hit that point yet.

“I don’t know. It doesn’t look like that to me. Austin trusts me but he’d still tell me what the problem was.” Silas cocked his head. “Are you jealous?”

No.

That was so ridiculous that Collin threw his hands up. “No, but Daddy probably will be and then he’ll be disappointed in me for liking having my penis stabbed and it’ll be a mess.”

Oh.

Silas settled back in his seat, clearly understanding that I was up. So I cupped Collin’s cheek and turned his grumpy face back toward me. “Hey, we need to stop the stabbing reference because I can’t stay hard when you say that.”

He blinked, not having expected that reaction at all. “Okay, Daddy.”

Still not grown-up but we’d made progress draining some of his negative emotions.

“I want to be able to be aroused and happy when you’re getting your penis fucked, and imagining you being stabbed is worrying. The rest is arousing, but yeah, no stabbing.”

Letting out a slightly shaky breath, Collin nodded. “No stabbing… it’s… it’s kinda funny, though.”

“I like your penis. It’s cute. I can’t wait to show it off. Stabbing is creepy.” Giving him an exaggerated scrunched-up face, I shook my head. “I’d rather we not use stabbing. That might be a limit for me. Thank you for helping me find a new one.”

It was always interesting when something like that just popped up out of nowhere.

Collin smiled, bobbing his head. “Yes, Daddy. I… I like it when I know your limits.”

So, more progress?

“I like knowing yours too.” Kissing his cheek seemed reasonable and had him snuggling into me. “I also like knowing what you’re worried about.”

And cue the dramatic sigh.

“I know we can’t always predict how we’ll respond to things.

You might end up hating being shown off, but we won’t know until we try it.

But I do know that I get aroused when I can show you off in restaurants and when other people check you out, and I wasn’t even jealous when I offered to let Austin check your cage to make sure it fit right. ”

Oh.

“In fact, we haven’t checked on it in a while.” Hoping I wasn’t going to get Silas in trouble, I raised an eyebrow in his direction as Collin curled into me and groaned. A nod. A smile. We were good to go. “Master Silas seems very knowledgeable with these kinds of things. Stand up.”

Collin’s head sprang up and his eyes went cartoon-sized, but he didn’t safeword or tell me no. “I… Daddy…”

Words weren’t his strong suit at the moment, but his wiggle and the way he reached over to tug on his probably tightening cage said a lot.

“See?” Nodding down toward his hand, I shrugged. “Something might be wrong with it. You can’t keep your hands off it.”

That realization did not help his eyes go back in his head or to their regular size. “I…”

When nothing else came out and he simply glanced between me, his shorts, and Silas, he slowly slid off my lap. As he stood, I nodded and did my best to keep a neutral expression. “Very good. That’s better behavior.”

I had to admit, part of me wanted to pull him back onto my lap and promise him nothing would change, but he wouldn’t believe that and I needed to be his Dom as well as his boyfriend. And in that moment, he needed his Dom to show him nothing would change.

Looking over at Silas who was nearly vibrating with Dom energy, I cocked my head. “Would you mind? He’s wiggly and I want to make sure there isn’t anything wrong.”

Collin was doing a wonderful impression of a goldfish as his gaze darted back and forth, but he still wasn’t giving any pushback.

Surprise, arousal, or even shock were not safewords.

Austin’s slightly weird lecture about the subject made that abundantly clear, so I patted Collin’s ass and nudged him toward Silas.

“Don’t dawdle. I can’t have your penis fucked if you’re damaged. ”

That didn’t stop his goldfish look but his feet moved him toward Silas. “That’s much better. Good boy, slut.”

The nickname, or maybe just the reminder about our previous discussions, had him blinking and he reached over to tug his caged dick again. I used it as an excuse to focus on Silas again. “See?”

He nodded slowly but kept his predatory gaze on Collin. “Yes. But as you said, he’s a slut, so he might not be able to control himself. The cage is probably a good idea, especially when you take him places where there will be temptation.”

Sighing, I shook my head, almost smiling as Collin shivered. Getting closer to Silas had to make the situation feel more real to his slightly frazzled brain, but just being in the Dom’s vicinity was probably magnetic.

“He does seem to need more supervision than other subs.” Still doing my best to sound slightly disappointed, I shrugged again. “But I don’t mind keeping him on a short leash and making sure he knows who he belongs to.”

Me.

And he needed to remember that I’d already explained I wanted to be able to show off my toys when I played.

But sometimes seeing was believing, so I didn’t bother to hide the desire in my voice as I kept up my slightly asshole commentary with Silas.

“He’s got an adorable penis, though. You’ll have to tell me if you think it would make a good demo toy. ”

Just when I started to wonder if I’d pushed the dirty talk a bit too far, Collin’s knees went weak and Silas had to catch him.

The Dom was good about keeping his hands on Collin’s hips, bracing him but not going too far.

“He’s definitely a little attention whore, that’s for sure.

I can see why Austin likes him so much.”

Collin blushed at the mention of his friend, but nothing pulled him out of the moment. “He… he said I’m a good boy.”

I doubted that and so did Silas if the disbelief on his face was anything to go by. “He is a terrible judge of behavior. But luckily for both of you, I’m better. Now, are you going to behave?”

It seemed to depend on the definition because Collin squirmed. “I… I’m not broken, Sir.”

That was not the question… or a way to get out of being inspected… and Collin was smart enough to know that.