by M. A. Innes
“Are you going to be able to keep yourself from distracting him again?” I had serious doubts about that.
“That’s the plan, but we’ll have to see what happens.” Jackson gave a shrug, and it looked like he wasn’t going to try very hard to keep things on track.
“I’m going to guess he’ll be pretty frustrated if he has to sit through the movie three times in order to actually see it.” Yup, he’d pout at the very least and not the sexy kind.
“Probably, but he didn’t seem too frustrated last night, so I’m hoping it won’t drive him crazy.”
I shrugged as I swallowed my bite of food but shook my head. “Twice is okay, but at three times, he gets frustrated.”
Jackson laughed and took another sip of his coffee. “Why do I think you have firsthand experience with that?”
I tried to look casual, but my grin gave it away. “Because you’re very smart.”
He was still smiling but now looked suspicious. “What did you do?”
Sighing, I drank some of my coffee before answering. “It wasn’t that bad.”
Jackson gave me a long look. “When your stories start like that, it means it was that bad.”
Almost giggling, I nodded conspiratorially. “Well, it was this old movie that was mind-numbing. He kept calling it a classic, and I just couldn’t stay interested…or quiet. He said he missed most of it and wanted to watch it again a few days later.”
It’d been terminally mind-numbing, and I shouldn’t have been held responsible for my actions. “Well…I got bored again. I don’t know why actors who’ve been dead for ages, in movies with terrible action sequences, are considered classics. So to keep from talking…I just found something else to put in my mouth.”
Jackson’s eyes were dancing, and he was shaking his head. “What did you find?”
“Sawyer’s cock.” I couldn’t help but beam—it’d been brilliant. “It kept me quiet and almost still, but Sawyer got mad because he said he couldn't concentrate while I was sucking him off.”
Then I kind of deflated a little and frowned. “For the third time, I had to sit quietly, and he threatened not to throw the ball for me the next time I was a pup if I said a word or moved. It was sooo long and sooo dull.”
Jackson gave me a curious look. “Why didn’t he just watch it on a night where you were working late?”
“Clearly to torture me for not shutting up the first time.” I was serious, but Jackson snorted his coffee and started coughing.
After a dozen rounds of “Are you okay?” with him just waving me off, he’d caught his breath. “I can see you driving him nuts, but I can’t see him not playing with your pup.”
I nodded. “Me too, but I wasn’t willing to push it. I like playing ball and chasing it when I’m a pup.”
His smile turned tender. “I remember.”
Nothing that he’d said made it seem like the pup thing was too much, but I asked again, anyway. “And you’re okay with me being a pup later…since we’re not going anywhere?”
“Of course.” He answered without even thinking about it.
Finally breaking down, I asked about my reward. “Am I going to get my surprise later?”
Laughing, Jackson reached over and ran a hand down my face. “I’m shocked it took you this long to ask.”
He was sweet, but that wasn’t the answer I was looking for. Sighing, I gave him a pout. “I tried hinting, but you wouldn’t tell me.”
My cuteness didn’t work. He shook his head. “Because it’s supposed to be a surprise.”
Putting my elbows on the table, I rested my head in my hands and gave him my best sad puppy dog look. “But that’s no fun.”
“It is for me.” Jackson grinned and pointed to my food. “Now, eat your breakfast. If you hurry, we have time to get a shower together if that’s what you want.”
Oh, yes.
Nodding enthusiastically since I had a mouthful of coffee, I tried to let him know that was exactly what I wanted.
Jackson chuckled. “All right, I’m going to grab a few things and take them to the guest bathroom, so we don’t wake Sawyer. You finish up, and I’ll see you in there in just a minute. Sound good?”
“Sounds perfect.” And if he was worried about us being loud, I was pretty sure that meant we were going to have some fun.
“Good.” He rose and leaned over, giving me a quick peck. “Don’t dawdle.”
“I don’t think that will be a problem.” Cramming in another bite of the bagel while he started walking out, I was finished with breakfast in a matter of minutes. It took a little bit longer to make sure everything was clean and put away before going to meet him, but I didn’t want to leave him a mess.
As I headed into the guest room, I saw a pile of clothes on the bed, and I heard Jackson moving around in the bathroom. He was just turning the water to the shower on as I walked in. His sexy body and thickening cock were a beautiful distraction, so it took me a moment to realize I was supposed to be getting naked too.
Giving me a heated look, Jackson let one hand slide down his body and start caressing his dick. Not exactly trying to get it hard, but clearly playing with it for my benefit. I wasn’t sure if the sexy sight made me go faster or slower. I wanted to feel him wet and pressed up against me, but I also wanted to watch his hand as it moved.
When I was finally naked, my cock was painfully erect. Jackson’s wandering hands made me even harder as he helped me into the shower. It was smaller than the one in the master bathroom, but there was enough room for both of us, especially if we stayed close.
As Jackson started rubbing the body wash slowly over me, he began taunting me. “You’re going to have fun this afternoon. I’ll have your surprise ready for you, and then you get to be a pup for me.”
The feel of his hands caressing slowly over me, and his sexy voice teasing me had me squirming and pressing my ass up against his cock. I wanted to feel his dick sliding into me and fucking me senseless.
“No, my boy, not that. You still have to be sore from last night.”
I could feel it, but it wasn’t bad. “But—”
“You’re going to have your tail later, and I don’t want that to be too much for you. But if you want to come, I might be willing to wrap my hands around your cock. Do you want my fingers teasing your balls and my hand rubbing along your shaft while the water beats down on you?” Jackson’s husky voice sent a shiver down my spine, and a whine escaped.
One hand slowly started moving down my abs toward my cock, and the other started working its way from my hip to my chest. By the time he was actually playing with me, I was so ready I was shaking. As his hand slowly started going up and down my shaft and his fingers started plucking at my nipples, I mentally cheered his decision for us to use the guest bathroom.
Moans and cries of pleasure as he teased at the head of my dick or pinched a sensitive nub echoed through the room, and I had to fight to keep them in. Jackson’s head came down, and he whispered low as he kissed my ear.
“My loud boy, I love hearing your sounds, but if you wake up Sawyer, I’m going to have to think up another punishment. You already have one waiting for you—don’t make it two.” Biting my lip as he continued to methodically push me closer to the edge, I whimpered and made low begging noises that I hoped were quiet enough.
But the threat of another punishment made it almost impossible.
The ideas running through my head were so tempting and so incredible. Just the idea of what he might do was enough to have me thrusting my cock harder into his hand.
“Does my boy want to come? Are you ready to show me how good it feels?” Jackson’s thumb ran over the head, and he pressed gently down on my slit making waves of pleasure run through me.
“Please…yes…” I would have kept begging, but Jackson knew that he couldn’t tease me for too long.
I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.
I loved the way he kept pushing me higher. I loved the way he wanted to
see how much pleasure he could send rushing through me. But the thing I loved most was when he growled out the words I was always desperate to hear.
“Come, my sexy boy.”
I was too loud. I knew it. But as my orgasm crashed over me, all I could do was shake and give everything over to Jackson. Cum shot out in long ropes onto the floor as the pleasure rolled through me. He kept up the sexy torture until I sagged back into his arms.
While I fought the urge to just sink into him and simply enjoy the water beating down on me as I cuddled into him, Jackson continued washing me off. “Come on, pup. You have to work.”
“Work sucks.” Sticking my head under the spray to chase the fog away, I reached for the shampoo and finished getting ready.
When we were both done, he turned off the water, and we started drying. I must have been a cat in another life because I was filled with more curiosity than common sense. “What’s my punishment going to be, Master?”
I just had to know.
Jackson’s smile, which had been simply cheerful as we’d gotten out of the shower, took a wicked turn. I wasn’t sure if his pleased-with-himself expression was a good thing for me or not. He took a step closer and cupped my cheek. The tender touch clashed with the wicked look in his eyes.
“If I tell you now, then that will be when the punishment begins. Do you understand that?”
Oh.
Work. I had to work. My brain was caught between thinking about my responsibilities and saying, Fuck it, I don’t care. “Um, can I ask a question first?”
His thumb traced my cheek, and his smile turned slightly sweeter. “Of course.”
“I’ll be able to go to work and function?” I wasn’t sure what he had in mind, but some things that had run through my head would have left me too turned-on to think, much less work.
“I can guarantee you’ll be able to work.” Then he thought for a moment. “And you might even work more efficiently, from what I saw online.”
His research was going to kill me.
Really only days into our relationship and he was trying to be the best master he could for us. “Okay then, Master. I want to know.”
My stomach whirled in anticipation as Jackson quietly watched me. When he started to reach down and cup my dick, I was a little confused. Then he started to explain. “I have a cock cage that’s going to keep you nice and soft, locked away for me.”
What?
I could feel my eyes widen, and the look on my face made Jackson grin. “You’re not going to be able to get hard without permission. I think that’s a fair punishment for coming when you were told not to.”
He hadn’t asked my opinion, and it wasn’t a question, but I found myself nodding. It was…perfect.
“Good boy. If you behave, then I’ll only leave it on for a couple of days.”
“Days?” I finally found my voice, but it came out louder than I’d intended.
“Yes.” His calm answer wasn’t enough information, but my brain was having a hard time putting everything together.
I wasn’t going to play innocent and claim I didn’t know what he was talking about. I’d watched enough porn and had read enough fun stuff on the internet to be able to picture exactly what he wanted to do, but it was still…sexy and a little insane.
“How many days? Do I get to…well, come isn’t the right word, but I don’t—” My brain wasn’t working enough to figure out what I needed to say.
“I haven’t decided how many days yet, pup, and yes, I plan on touching you and kissing you and making love to you and absolutely torturing you with pleasure.”
“But my dick won’t get hard?”
“That’s correct.”
“You’re a wicked master.”
He gave me a tender kiss. “I know. Now finish drying off and go lie down on the bed. I want to get you ready, so you’re not late for work.”
Work. Fuck.
“But I can’t—”
Jackson interrupted. “It’s designed for long-term wear, so it should be comfortable. I’m going to leave it unlocked just in case it needs to come off, because I know I can trust you to leave it on. And before you mention the bathroom or anything like that, I looked up your store online and you have the small, individual rooms instead of big bathrooms, so it will be fine.”
“But I’m going to be so turned-on.” That came out whiny, but when he reached for my towel I handed it over and started walking toward the bed.
“Yes, you are, and I can’t wait to see how sexy you look.” Jackson’s words stunned me as I sat down on the edge of the bed by the pile of clothes that wasn’t looking so innocent anymore.
“You think it’s sexy?” It was already interesting and erotic in a curious way, but when Jackson nodded and gave me a heated look, that took it to a whole new level.
As he started to speak, I lay back on the mattress unselfconsciously. His sensual words made my cock jerk, and I was grateful he’d already let me come. “I think that seeing you run around chasing after the ball, with your tail wagging and your dick soft and locked away, is going to be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.”
“Oh…” I hadn’t really thought about the puppy play with the cock cage on.
How was I supposed to work with all this running through my head?
“But if it’s too hard and too distracting?” I looked up at him, worried about disappointing him but wanting to obey.
Jackson leaned over me and gave me a kiss. “Then you won’t wear it for work, but you will wear it here and at the apartment. Does that make you feel better?”
Nodding, I took a deep breath. “And you won’t be disappointed?”
“No, baby, but I think it’s going to be fine. I’ve done a lot of reading on it, and there are plenty of guys who go to work every day locked away by their partners and Doms.” He said it like there was nothing strange about that sentence.
As he straightened and reached under the clothes, he brought out the cage. It was plastic, and I’d seen other ones like it before, so I knew he was right; it was one for long-term wear. And the fact that I knew that said I’d watched entirely too much porn over the years.
In minutes—probably less—my cock was restrained, and I was dressed. Jackson had picked out my loosest black pants to go with my uniform shirt and for that, I was grateful. Looking down, it was completely unnoticeable, but it was still weird.
Sawyer came in just as I was ready to walk out the door. Mumbling sleepily, he gave both of us strange looks. “You guys look like you’re up to something. Cooper, what did you do? It’s too early for crazy.”
Laughing, Jackson walked over and pulled him in for a hug. “He found out about his punishment for coming when he wasn’t supposed to.”
Some of the fog faded from Sawyer’s face, and he looked me over, clearly expecting to see something out of the ordinary. “What is it?”
Grinning like a very pleased master, Jackson didn’t try to hide how excited he was. “Come here, Cooper, so we can show Sawyer. I think he’s going to like it.”
Caught between finding the whole thing hot and still a bit confusing, I walked over. Jackson wrapped his other arm around me and gave me a kiss. “Unzip your pants so he can see.”
If it hadn’t been physically impossible, the order would have made my dick hard. As it was, it just stirred things low in my body and made me want to whine. “Yes, Master.”
I saw a shiver race through Sawyer at the words, and I had to smile. I’d already come, but he was waking up horny, and we were only making it worse. As I opened my pants and pushed down the tight briefs I was wearing, the cage became visible.
“Fuck.” Sawyer’s low expletive was filled with shocked arousal.
“I know, right?” It was hot.
His hand came out and gently caressed the plastic that encased my cock. “That’s so cool.”
He wanted it too. I could see it in his eyes. “This is how Master said I had to be punished for coming when I wasn’t suppo
sed to.” I let the sexy words sink into his brain before I continued. “I think it’s probably going to be the same punishment for you…if you’re naughty.”
Eyes widening, Sawyer looked to Jackson who was nodding and watching every reaction Sawyer made. He clearly wasn’t missing the interest that was rolling off Sawyer in waves. “Yes, I think it’s a reasonable consequence for your actions.”
We both nodded, although Sawyer was clearly still in shock.
As much as I wanted to stay and tempt Sawyer, I had to go. Leaning close to both of my men, I gave them quick kisses. “I have to go, but I’ll see you after work. Have fun.”
“Oh, we will.” Jackson’s words made my cock try to harden and the weird sensation had a whimper escaping.
It was going to be a long day…a long couple of days.
Chapter 8
Sawyer
“That was good.” Stretching and sitting up, I smiled at Jackson.
“So you’re glad I behaved myself this time?” One eyebrow went up, and he gave me a teasing grin. “I got a lecture from Cooper this morning that you might not mind it if I distracted you once, but I should be very careful about doing it a second time.”
Laughing, I leaned back into him again. “He was nuts, but the blowjob was great. I had to watch that movie three times—that’s just ridiculous.”
Jackson’s arms wrapped around me, and I could feel him chuckling. “He just wanted to make sure I understood there were consequences for my actions.”
“I’m glad he warned you. I appreciate your restraint, but I think the fact that we stayed in bed most of the morning helped too.” After Cooper had left for work, we’d gone back to bed and he’d made love to me. We’d cuddled and slept more before finally getting up and making breakfast.
It had taken us so long to actually function for the day that by the time we’d started the movie, we didn’t have that much time to wait until Cooper came home. Home. I was starting to do it too. Jackson’s habit of calling it our home too was making it hard to keep my distance.
Jackson’s phone chimed again, and we both groaned. I sat up as he reached for it off the coffee table. I knew who it was going to be, and I wasn’t sure if it was funny or frustrating. “If it’s another dick pic, we’re going to have to do something about that.”