Master By Choice

by M. A. Innes

  Laughing, Jackson held up a picture of Cooper’s trapped cock. It looked like he was sitting in his car taking the picture, angling it down at his lap. Jackson thought he was cute. “He’s just excited.”

  I rolled my eyes and flopped back against the couch while he typed a response to Cooper. “He’s going to get arrested.”

  Jackson chuckled. “He said he put his toy away.” Setting the phone back down, Jackson smiled at me. “And he said that he and his toy are on their way home. He also said that his cock wasn’t sure if it liked being in the cage.”

  “Of course he did.” The little ham had been texting indecent things all morning.

  We’d woken up to find three pictures of his dick that he’d taken in the bathroom mirror. They’d been accompanied by messages that went from whining about being horny to wanting to know if it looked cute locked away.

  Little attention whore.

  Jackson wrapped his arms around me and lay back against the arm of the couch, pulling me so I was stretched out over him. His hands slid down to cup my ass, and he shifted me so our cocks were rubbing against each other. “I think you are just a little jealous. I saw how you looked at his cage this morning.”

  I’d kind of hoped we weren’t going to talk about that.

  However, considering the number of other things he didn’t make me talk about, this one wasn’t the worst he could have brought up. Taking a deep breath, I curled into him, resting my head on his shoulder. “Maybe?”

  His fingers started to knead the muscles of my ass, and it was distracting enough that I almost missed his next words. “Just maybe? I saw the way you touched it, and the way you let your fingers trail over the smooth cage. Did you want to know how it would feel?”

  “Yes.” Simple questions that didn’t require actual sentences were so much easier when the topic was slightly embarrassing.

  “Do you like the idea of not only giving me control of your orgasms but your ability to get hard as well?” Before I could answer, Jackson continued, his husky voice sending a shiver through me. “Now, I probably shouldn’t try to influence you, but I have to tell you how erotic I find it.”

  Denying the truth would have been even more wrong since he’d been honest. “Yes.”

  “Before you go back to the apartment, do you want me to put a cage on you? Not because you’ve been naughty, but so you can remember who you belong to? Should I make sure my boys leave with matching cages keeping their cocks nice and soft and ready for me to let them out?” Jackson made no effort to hide how the fantasy affected him. His hard dick rubbed against mine as he used his grip on my ass to shift me back and forth over him.

  Fuck.

  “I…” I wasn’t sure what to say.

  Did I like the idea of being locked away for him?

  Yes.

  Would it be hot to know that he really wasn’t going to let us come?

  Yes.

  Had I liked the way Cooper had looked in it?

  Hell, yes.

  Was I ready to ask for it?

  Probably not.

  “Yes.” It didn’t come out as confidently as I wanted, but just the fact that I was admitting it was a big step.

  Jackson pressed a kiss to my cheek but didn’t make a big deal out of it, which I appreciated. “Then that’s what we’re going to do. Once we figure out if you guys are staying the night or heading back to the apartment, we’ll iron out the details. But basically, I’m just going to put it on right before you leave.”

  Nodding, I tried not to let the images run rampant in my head. Needing a distraction, I lifted my head to be able to look at Jackson. “You said something to Cooper about a surprise? If he’s going to be home soon, then do we need to get something ready?”

  Jackson looked like a kid who had a juicy secret. “Yes, but we’re going to have to hurry. Come on.”

  Giving my ass a pat, he urged us off the couch. Glancing down, he shook his head. “We need clothes.”

  Well, whatever we were doing involved leaving the house, because evidently sleep pants weren’t enough clothing. Jackson refused to say exactly what we were doing as we hurriedly got dressed. When we were ready, I expected him to take us out front to the cars, but instead, he started walking us over toward the other side of the property where the training building was.

  Rolling my eyes, I finally gave in and started asking more questions. “What are we doing? He’s going to be here in just a few minutes.”

  Jackson grinned. “We’re going to set up an obstacle course in the living room for Cooper’s pup.”

  What?

  “Ohh.”

  “Just a few things this time, but eventually, I’m going to figure out how to make it work out here. Right now, I don’t like the fact that he’d be on concrete, and it’s not as clean as I’d want for him. But I think the house will be fine.”

  Cooper was going to get to run through an obstacle course.

  I was a cuddly pup, maybe even slightly lazy, so running over things and basically doing tricks didn’t really sound appealing, but I knew Cooper would love it. If I was jealous of anything, it was that Cooper was so confident and had such a good time showing Jackson his pup side.

  The idea didn’t give me hives anymore, so I thought I was making progress.

  Jackson seemed to know what I was thinking, or at least some of it, because he shook his head. “At your own pace, Sawyer.”

  Reaching out to take his hand, I gave it a squeeze. “I know.”

  “So, you think he’s going to like it?” There was a hint of nervousness behind the words that was sweet, and it showed how much he was thinking of Cooper…both of us, really.

  “He’s going to love it. He’s going to be bouncing off the walls.” I smiled as Jackson relaxed and started walking even faster.

  The first thing that Cooper had packed for our weekend with Jackson was his puppy gear—and mine as well. He’d made it very clear that it was just in case and promised not to bring it up to Jackson. Cooper was going to love getting to play with more than just balls and rope toys.

  As Jackson led me into the large open space, I couldn’t help but picture Cooper chasing balls and playing in all the space. It was amazing. But yes, with the concrete floors and the openness it was cool and probably not someplace he needed to be crawling around. But there was potential.

  “Maybe an area where some of those foam mats can go to cushion the floor?” Jackson had the almost warehouse-style building divided into different areas. Some were just ropes that acted as fencing so the spaces could be opened up, but others had small walls that neatly marked the divide.

  Jackson nodded and pointed toward the back. “I was thinking about using one of those penned off areas. Something like those black exercise mats to make it easier to crawl on would be perfect.”

  “I agree—and a bit more privacy as well.”

  He chuckled. “Yeah, I think I’d need new locks and something better covering those windows just to be sure.”

  I had to agree. “Cooper would not appreciate your sister walking in on him like that.” And neither would I.

  “No, locks and coverings would be the first thing to consider. But for now, the stuff I was thinking about is over there.” He walked over to a long cabinet and started pulling out what looked like oversized building blocks, but I quickly realized what they were: little fences.

  “He can jump over these for today, and I have…there it is…a tunnel that he’ll fit through. Just grab a few things you think he’d like.” Jackson was excited as we pulled out the toys he thought Cooper would enjoy.

  He glanced over when I didn’t move. “They’re clean, so you don’t have to worry. I wouldn’t have suggested—”

  Smiling, I shook my head and interrupted his OCD explanation of how clean it was. “No, that’s not it. I was just…surprised at how much thought you’ve put into all this. I know we haven’t really…been around that long and it’s…”

  I was feeling stupid, and I wasn�
�t sure how to explain it.

  Jackson leaned in and gave me a tender kiss. “It’s happening fast, and you just don’t see how it works as well as it does?”

  Nodding, I tried not to look away. “Yes, basically.”

  He gave me a tender smile. “It doesn’t feel that fast to me most of the time. When I got that first email, it was like a lightbulb went off inside of me, and it just kept pushing me to find out more. It kept pushing me to you. Nothing you guys have told me or shared scares me. I like not only how different you both are, but how honest and sincere and strong you are as well.”

  With one last tender kiss, he pulled away. “Let’s get this back to the house and set it up.” Then his I’ve-got-a-secret smile broke out again. “There’s something else in the house I want to show you.”

  Cooper and I might be young, but Jackson was the biggest kid of all.

  As we made it back to the house with our loot from his business, Jackson started getting even more excited. He forced himself to focus on the living room, moving the coffee table out of the way and setting up the little obstacle course he’d envisioned before moving on to his last surprise.

  When we were down to seconds before Cooper would be walking in the door, Jackson grinned. “Come on, the last part is in the guest room.”

  I’d been in there earlier, and I couldn’t remember anything out of the ordinary in the room. “What is it?”

  “I went out and got them the other day. I wasn’t sure if I should wait to get them out or not, but I’m not sure there’s a reason to wait. It’s not like either of you have to use it until you’re ready. It’ll wait.” It was more information than when I’d started asking questions, but Jackson didn’t seem to realize the answer was not sufficient.

  “But what is it?” If it would wait until we were ready, then I was guessing it wasn’t food. There was always the chance it was more toys, but that wasn’t what I was picturing.

  His eyes danced. “I think you’ve already guessed.”

  Possibly.

  My nerves were slightly on edge as he walked over to the closet, which probably made me the biggest wuss ever. As Jackson opened it, he stepped back in an almost ta-da fashion. Yup, he was my big kid, all right.

  “Aren’t they perfect? Feel. They’re so soft.” It was like it was Christmas morning for Jackson.

  Puppy beds.

  Crossing the last few feet to stand beside him, they weren’t as overwhelming as I’d expected. They basically looked like two oversized pillows, just with slightly raised sides and tags that said how perfect they would be for a large-breed dog.

  I think we qualified as large breeds.

  Reaching out to touch them as Jackson wrapped himself around me, I couldn’t help but think of how they would feel against my skin. One blue and one brown, they were soft—like a blanket that you just wanted to curl up in on cold nights. As I moved my hand over it, I felt the padding underneath, and I knew it would be comfortable to lie on.

  “It feels nice.” Not my most descriptive sentence, but I hadn’t just stood there staring, so I was pretty pleased.

  “They have a memory foam core that makes it really comfortable. The lady in the store thought I was crazy for sitting on it, but I wanted to make sure it was comfortable enough for you both.” Jackson pulled me tighter against him and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “There is no rush, remember? I just wanted you to have one too. You’re both very important to me.”

  He’d tried out dog beds for us.

  Leaning back in his arms, I closed my eyes to relax for just a moment. I finally smiled. “How many beds did you sit on before you picked these out?”

  Jackson laughed. “About ten at three different pet stores. You weren’t supposed to ask that.”

  Taking my hand off the pillow I turned in his arms. “Thank you. Let’s get these set up before Cooper gets home.”

  Grinning like a kid, Jackson nodded. “He’s going to love it.”

  He was right. Cooper was going to be over-the-moon excited.

  Dragging out the beds and getting them set up in the living room took no time at all. Placing them in a corner just off to the side of the couch, they looked like regular puppy beds. Curling up on the couch with Jackson to wait for Cooper, I looked over at them. “Are you going to keep them out all the time?”

  Jackson shrugged. “Most of the time. I know you don’t want to share that part of yourself with just anyone, so we can easily pick them up and put them away if we have company or someone in the family is coming over. We can say that I was watching a friend’s dogs while they were out of town if we can’t put them in the closet before they come in.”

  Nodding, I knew he was right, but the idea of having them out felt weird. In the time that we’d known him, his sister was the only one who dropped by—he was more of a homebody than we were—but it was still…odd.

  “It’s going to take some getting used to.” I thought it was a subtle way of saying how strange it was, but Jackson just started chuckling and wrapped his arms tighter around me.

  “Somehow, I thought you would say that.” There was no malice in his voice, and it was clear that he didn’t mind at all. I shook my head and ignored his teasing.

  “When do you think Coop—”

  Before I could even finish the sentence, I heard Cooper bounce through the front door. “I’m home, but you two need to start locking the door. I cannot be the only person who remembers to do that.”

  As he walked into the living room, he stopped and his mouth fell open. “Ohhh…”

  Jackson stilled, and I sat up, giving him one last kiss, so he could stand and go over to Cooper. Curling up on the couch, I watched as Jackson slowly made his way to Cooper, then wrapped his stunned boyfriend in his arms. They were both so funny.

  “Oh, Master…it’s…and it’s a…you…” And the nut was finally speechless.

  All it took was ridiculously priced dog beds and an obstacle course.

  “What do you think?” Jackson tried to sound calm, but I could hear the nervousness in his voice.

  He was the sexiest Dom in bed and loved to push us to the limit and make us crazy, but other times he was sweet and tender—and worried about pleasing his pups.

  “It’s amazing.” Cooper’s wide-eyed stare never moved from the perfection that was laid out in front of him. “Thank you, Master. Can I be a pup now? Can I play?”

  Jackson gave Cooper a slightly indulgent, but no less pleased with himself, smile and nodded. “Yes. Let’s get you ready.”

  In minutes, a decked-out pup was dashing around the living room, only pausing when the cock cage occasionally startled him. I gave the two of them time to kiss and cuddle as Jackson got him ready, but once Cooper had his knee pads and mitts on, he’d given his tail a wag and barked before running around at top speed.

  Through the tunnel and over the jumps, he barreled through the living room as fast as he could go. Jackson would laugh when Cooper’s cock would try to harden, causing him to give a little whine. The fact that he would then shake his tail to try to get turned-on, which only started the whole cycle over again, had neither of us feeling bad for him.

  Cooper liked being denied even when he wanted to come.

  It made me wonder what it would look like on me and how it would feel. I wasn’t going to be the type to send selfies of my trapped cock to Jackson all day long, but it was going to be incredibly erotic.

  If just being told we had to ask for permission to come was hot, being denied access to even getting erections would be even hotter.

  As Jackson settled down on the floor, out of the way of Cooper’s mad race, he glanced over at me and smiled. “Come cuddle with me. Eventually, he’s going to get bored and want us to throw the ball.”

  I smiled as I stood and started walking over to him. “I don’t know about that. He’s gone through that tunnel a dozen times already.”

  Cooper’s pup needed lots of stimulation and excitement, and Jackson’s idea had been perfect
. Dodging an excited pup who burst out of the tunnel barking, I laughed and made my way across the room. Giving the blue bed a long look, I took a deep breath and made a small detour.

  Carrying the cushion closer to him, while he pretended not to pay attention to what I was doing, I lay down and curled up on it, resting my head on his lap. Jackson’s hand came up and started running through my hair and down my back.

  It was almost perfect.

  The bed was soft, and Jackson’s touch was tender and soothing. I knew it would feel even better when I was a pup, but it still seemed so hard. Jackson didn’t seem to mind as I moved even closer to him, almost as a pup, but not completely.

  He didn’t ask questions or make me speak, but he didn’t seem to expect me to act like a pup either. He was content with the half step I’d taken and honestly seemed to simply enjoy cuddling with me while Cooper played and barked.

  Watching Cooper come flying out of the tunnel, that time with his ball in his mouth, I smiled as he stopped in front of Jackson. Dropping his chest low, he arched his tail up and started wagging it. A low whimper escaped as he let the ball fall to the floor.

  He didn’t stop wagging his tail, though.

  Jackson didn’t seem to have any pity for the poor, horny pup. If anything, Cooper’s frustration turned him on. It was kind of hot to watch.

  “You’re being punished, pup.” Jackson reached out and ran his hand over Cooper’s head. “No erections for you, but you can show me how you wag your tail. I bet that feels good, doesn’t it?”

  Confusing sensations seemed to be running through Cooper, and I couldn’t wait to ask him about it later. The trapped feeling of being owned seemed to clash with the fabulous way the plug rubbed against his prostate, because he’d wag and whine and then wag again.

  I was a little jealous, but not enough to go get my tail out. Not yet, at least.

  “That’s my pretty pup. Wag it faster.” Jackson’s hand reached down to start rubbing along Cooper’s back and Cooper turned, trying to beg for more.