Page 11 of Weston & Cyrus (Beautiful Shame #6)

Weston

“I’m gonna kill him. It’s fucking seven in the morning. No one will convict me.” I wasn’t stupid enough to think I could hide his body. He was too big to carry down the stairs, but I could look really pathetic and innocent in court.

Focusing on how I was going to make that work, I stumbled through my apartment and threw open the door. “What?”

He simply stepped forward, raising one eyebrow as he leaned against the doorframe. “First, I know you understand the basics of public. The most important part being…don’t answer the door naked.”

Naked?

I finally looked down at myself.

Naked.

Caged.

I clenched.

No plug.

I managed to step back so he could come inside and close the door, but that was where my brain kind of stopped working. “You texted and knocked and I came to the door.”

For fuck’s sake.

“Second, is that how you greet your Dom when I’m only over here this early because you demanded it?” Cyrus waited in silence as I groaned.

I’d done this to myself.

God.

“It.” Pausing, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath as the previous night came rushing back. “It seemed important at the time.”

He’d been fucking with me for hours at that point, rubbing the tip of my dick through the cage and running his hands over me as we watched the stupid explosion movie.

It was something about a foreign war, so not the good kind of explosions, but I had no idea what he’d turned on.

“I know. That’s why I was very nice and agreed to come over first thing and take off your cage.” His tone was technically polite but I could hear a bit of a duh in it, and that made me want to blush and squirm even more. “Because do you get to touch the cage?”

Swallowing, I shook my head but couldn’t manage to actually open my eyes yet. “No, Sir.”

The Sir part had him making a pleased sound, which sent a shiver through me and had my dick trying to get hard in the cage.

Yep, I was definitely caged.

“Well, at least you’re starting to remember your manners.” Something dangerous in his tone made me shiver because it felt like I was waiting for the other very sexy shoe to drop. “I’ll have to decide what to do about the way you opened the door in just a minute.”

Fuck.

Was he trying to scare me or make me hard?

I couldn’t tell and that made it all even more erotic, which made the cage tighter and made my ass clench remembering how good the plug had felt.

“Thank you for coming over to help me, Sir.” What else might fix the situation? “I haven’t touched the cage.”

I hadn’t been awake long enough to notice it’d been on, but I wasn’t going to volunteer that part.

His soft chuckle made me think he’d realized that too, but he didn’t call me out on it. “Let’s go check your hole again and then we’ll see about taking off that cage.”

Shit.

I remembered that part too.

I really needed to be a bit more of a morning person if we were going to do this every Saturday.

Were we going to do this every Saturday?

“Confess.” Cyrus touched my shoulders, pausing for a second before steering me toward the bedroom again. “You don’t need vision for this, so feel free to keep hiding.”

“Thank you, Sir.” I was going to do that either way, but it was nice to know I wasn’t going to be punished for it. “I trust you. You won’t let me run into anything.”

That got me another pleased sound and a kiss to the back of my head.

Cyrus kissed me.

He’d kissed me last night too, but my brain was clear enough to really think about it.

Cyrus kissed me.

“I haven’t heard your confession yet, and I want you to remember I know you don’t have to go anywhere today.” His subtle threat to leave the cage on, and probably torture me more, sent a shiver through me because I was stupid. “Unless that’s what you’re aiming for.”

Groaning made him laugh again, but he got distracted when he turned me into what had to be my bedroom. “You’re going to bend over the bed so I can check this toy first.”

He patted my ass as we stopped and I couldn’t hold back a groan. He was probably silently laughing but I wasn’t going to check. I was curious but not enough to give myself a heart attack by actually looking at him. “So stubborn.”

Maybe.

I was definitely stupid, though, because I moaned as he moved me around so my chest was resting on the bed. It gave me a better place to hide my face, but it also put my ass on full display. “Such a pretty slut.”

God.

How was he so good at this?

I knew he’d never done anything like it before. He might’ve hidden the little meetups from me but he’d been open about who he’d dated.

“This looks good enough that I won’t worry about playing with it later.” He gave my ass another pat, right over my hole that time, and made a pleased sound. “Oh, and I’ve got some cream I can put on later to make sure your toy doesn’t get a boo-boo.”

It wasn’t technically hot, but the wording was so embarrassing and he was studying my ass and talking about how he was going to play with the toy and that made me squirm, which turned me on. So technically it was hot?

God, it was so confusing but so fucking good.

“Very well-behaved for the most part.” He tried to kill me again by pressing a kiss to one ass cheek. “But what am I waiting for?”

Waiting?

More kisses?

No.

Confessions.

What had I been thinking?

Oh.

Ugh.

“I was thinking about, well, a lot of random things.” I wasn’t going to volunteer about the grumbling if I didn’t have to. “And then I wondered if you were going to come over to…to take care of me every Saturday morning.”

He really needed to live a bit farther away because the hum he made said he didn’t think it was a ridiculous idea. “As long as I get a better greeting, I don’t see why I can’t. There’s no reason to leave you caged any longer if I’m not here to see it.”

He was going to come over every Saturday morning?

Wait.

How often was I going to be caged?

“Let’s roll you over so I can check out your other toy.” Cyrus didn’t wait for my brain to catch up to what he’d said before he straightened me. “Keeping you healthy makes me happy, so don’t worry about taking up so much of my time.”

God.

I could feel my face heating up as he picked me up and set me on the bed, but I couldn’t stop it. He kept saying crazy things and the best or maybe worst part was that it all seemed to be genuine. Cyrus didn’t lie well at all and he was thoroughly enjoying himself.

Which made the humiliation cycle start all over again.

And the way he spread my legs and put my feet on the mattress didn’t help the situation any.

“Much better.” Spreading my knees wider as I whined, he chuckled. “This reminds me a bit of the medical room at the club. I never understood why people wanted to do scenes in there but it’s becoming clearer.”

Oh shit.

Making him curious was going to give me an orgasm-induced heart attack.

How was it coming this naturally to him?

That probably would’ve popped out of my mouth, but he saved me from myself by shifting the cage and sending pleasure flooding through me.

“Tight but you’ve still got good circulation.

Nothing is rubbing. It also doesn’t look like you’ve been naughty and tried to play with it because it’s still clean from when I washed you up last night. ”

I could feel his breath on me and I knew he had to be leaning over, actually studying the cage and my dick. “I was good.”

He made a soft tsking sound and I pictured him shaking his head as he moved the cage around again. “Try again. You’re naked and spread open for me and I’m clearly in charge for the moment, so how should you have said that?”

I had one lucid moment of realization that he’d arranged this to make sure I couldn’t wake up and panic, but it disappeared in a flash as he gave the cage a tug and sparks of pleasure and something close to pain fired through me. “I’m waiting and it’s just going to make me more creative.”

Poof.

All my brain cells vanished.

“I was your good slut, Sir.” Worrying was overrated when making him happy made us both feel so good.

I’d do it later.

Much later.

After I’d done my best to see what kind of reward I had to earn to feel his cock inside me.

“I didn’t touch the toy or play with it.

” Relief and pleasure rushed through me as everything stressful lifted off me, and it felt so incredible I was almost lightheaded.

So as the world spun and I pulled my submission over me like a blanket, I relished in being his good boy.

“I didn’t hump the bed and…and I came right to the door when I saw the message. ”

Master ran his hands down the inside of my thighs and made a pleased sound as he kissed right above my cage. “I’m proud of you. I couldn’t wait to come back and check on my slut this morning and I’m glad you’ve been good. I like getting to reward you.”

Yes.

Rewards were wonderful.

“I like making you happy.” I’d just never imagined it being so good for both of us. “I want to make you happy now but I don’t remember the plan.”

Yes. I was supposed to tell him what I was thinking.

“I’m glad you confessed that.” It got me another kiss, that time on my inner thigh, and he made a pleased sound. “Once I free your toy so I can decide how I’m going to play with it, I’m going to make you breakfast.”

Play with it?

“I like playing.” So did he. “You like playing.”

I liked coming too but I wasn’t sure if I could ask for that.

“I don’t know what I can ask for, Sir.” Another happy sound. Another kiss. “I want to be good.”

Good boys made happy Masters and happy Masters made orgasms.

I remembered that even if the rest of life was kind of fuzzy.

“You can always ask for anything, but understand sometimes I might say no.” A kiss on my other thigh inched closer to my cock. “I might have a plan for later or I might have a surprise. You might need to be punished. But it’s always okay to ask.”

Surprises.

Punishments.

Always okay to ask.

Kisses.

“When.” It was always okay to ask. “When the cage comes off your toy…when the cage comes off your toy, it’s going to want to play.”

Yes. That was the best way to ask.

It made me squirmy and that made him happy and happy got kisses.

So close.

I needed more kisses.

“I think you’ve been very well-behaved, my sweet slut, so having playtime with this cute little toy would be fun.

” Master chased the thank you I was going to give him away when he kissed me again, right beside the cage.

“But you have to promise to keep being a good boy. There’s no getting playtime and then being naughty. ”

No naughties.

“I’ll be good.” Yes. “I’ll be a good slut and we’ll have breakfast.”

Then we’d do something.

Anything.

Anything that would make me floaty and him happy.

“You’ll help me.”

That was what Masters did.

“Yes, I’ll be a big help for my slut.” Master moved, making a low, sexy sound, and then his fingers were at the cage. “And you’re going to be sweet for me and not worry and we’re going to have a fun day together.”

“You’re.” Was he taking it off? “You’re going to stay? All day? Right?”

“Yes.” His confident tone had relief rushing through me, and it was so wonderful I didn’t even realize he’d released the cage until my cock sprang up for attention and it was so hard I almost hurt. “I’m not going anywhere. We’re going to have a fun day together and you’ll earn more rewards.”

Rewards.

Like getting out of the cage.

And having his mouth on me.

God.

His mouth was as big as the rest of him.

It took my whole toy in one smooth motion, sending fireworks through me as the shaking took over. “Master!”

I.

He.

I.

He hummed around my toy as he swallowed it down, but I was his good slut. I was still and I didn’t come. I was a good slut.

The words went round and round in my head until he pulled off, licking the head and chuckling. “Such a tasty boy.”

Words.

I had to tell him words.

“Come, baby. Little toys don’t last long. It’s okay.”

God.

One more swallow.

One more hum.

Master was right.

One more chuckle.

“My little minute man.” Master made another happy sound and kissed the end of my soft cock as I twitched and moaned and spun. “So cute.”

He was…

Evil? Wonderful? Smart?

“You made me so happy, slut.”

Master.

My happy Master.

I was totally screwed but that was going to be a problem for later me to worry about. I’d promised Master that today me wouldn’t worry and I was going to be his good boy.