by Kelex
Anson reached up and caressed Jereme’s cheek. “I never want you to be afraid of asking for what you need. I won’t judge you, baby. I promise.”
“I know,” Jereme whispered.
Anson smiled at his boy’s answer and went back to his job of sliding the stockings up Jereme’s smooth legs. He trailed his fingers over the silk-clad thighs, amazed at how much something so simple could raise his temperature.
“I thought men wanted to get people out of silky things, not in them.”
Anson grinned. “I want both. It’s almost like I get to wrap my own present. I love it.”
I love him.
The thought gave Anson pause. His hands stopped working for a moment, and he let the thought circle in his mind a few times. Lifting his stare, he captured Jereme’s gaze. His heart skipped a beat.
I want to spend the rest of my days doing this. Covering him in silk and lace… making him as happy as he is right now.
Unable to speak, he focused on the task at hand. He snapped the last of the clips in place—none had been easy, but the hell if he was a quitter—and then slid the pair of matching panties up. Then he took a step back to take in the view. “Goddamn, baby. You look so beautiful.”
Jereme writhed a little on the bed, showing off his delectable body. Anson stared at how changed Jereme was once dressed in lingerie… he was a whole other person. The scared boy was gone… and a real-life incubus was in his place.
His boy ran his hands down his body, sighing and writhing against the sheets. “Oh, Daddy… I feel so good.”
Anson’s cock jerked in his pants. He inhaled, scenting Jereme’s arousal.
The second he saw Jereme’s hand going where it didn’t belong, he slapped it away. “Mine.”
Jereme pouted. “But Daddy… it feels so good.”
“We need to do something about that,” Anson said before reaching for the bag from the leather shop. While Jereme had been off looking around, he’d been able to sneak a few things into the bag. He lifted out the three cock cages he’d bought. Anson had gotten a rough size while Jereme had been asleep that morning, but sizing could be difficult. Hopefully one of the three would fit.
“What’s that?”
“Cages to keep your hands off my cock,” Anson declared before unboxing the first one and showing it to his boy.
“Really?” Jereme smiled. “You’re gonna lock me up?”
“That’s the plan,” Anson whispered, trying to maintain control—all while knowing there was no way he would succeed.
* * * *
Jereme swallowed thickly as he spied the hard, plastic cage in Anson’s hand. He’d seen them online and thought they were hot as hell… but hadn’t expected to move so quickly. A smile teased over his lips as Anson brought it closer.
“We need to see if any of these will fit properly. Come here.”
Jereme rose to his knees before crawling closer. His daddy yanked his panties down roughly before pulling a silicone ring around the base of his shaft and balls. He then covered the shaft in hard plastic—it was clear and vented—so Jereme could still see everything. It was locked into place with a snap that felt so final.
“How’s that?” Anson asked, a rugged depth to his voice.
Jereme was sure he could get lost in that depth. If only he could. “Feels good,” he whispered, looking up from under his false lashes.
“We got lucky on the first one, hmm? How about that,” Anson murmured. He affixed a metal lock and pulled the key from it before lifting the chain before Jereme’s face. “I’ve got you locked away, baby. Only I get to touch that dick.”
Jereme stared at the swaying key a moment, his stomach doing a flip flop. He glanced down at his cock and smiled. “Better not lose the key.”
Anson drew the chain around his neck. “No chances of that, baby.” He moved his hand over Jereme’s hip and slid it between two cheeks. He grazed the puckered flesh before sinking a finger inside Jereme. “Now we can focus on this pretty little ass.”
Jereme gasped and pressed his forehead on Anson’s shoulder. “I need to be fucked,” he whimpered.
“Oh, it’s gonna be fucked, baby. Don’t you worry.”
Anson climbed off the bed, and Jereme pouted. He quickly peeled his clothes off… and donned his new leather harness. “How do I look?”
“Amazing,” Jereme murmured. “You’d look even better beside me in this bed.”
Anson grinned wickedly. “I need to see that ass high in the air, baby.”
Jereme rolled to his hands and knees and arched his back as much as he could. He lifted his butt high just as Anson climbed in behind him.
“That… is a thing of beauty,” Anson said before slapping each cheek hard. “So fucking pretty.” He slid the panties out of the way and began to play with Jereme’s asshole, running a fingertip around the bud gently. “But this here’s even prettier.”
His daddy lowered his head and lapped at Jereme’s hole. Spreading him wide, Anson licked and tongue fucked the tender flesh there, making Jereme cry out for more. The tongue lashing soon transformed into a finger fucking, with Anson’s thick, strong fingers opening him up for the big, fat cock to come.
Jereme lowered a hand underneath him and only touched hard plastic. Fuck. While he hated not being able to touch himself, he absolutely got off in his daddy controlling him. His cock was trying to get hard in the cage, but there wasn’t any room for him to grow.
For some reason, it seemed to make his asshole even more sensitive.
“Don’t think I didn’t see you try to sneak a feel,” Anson murmured. “That’s why I had to cover up what’s mine.” Anson added a third finger into Jereme’s asshole. “This is your only source of pleasure, baby. This sweet little ass.”
Jereme trembled as Anson continued to stretch his hole wide. “I want your cock, Daddy. Please…”
Anson reached for a condom on the nightstand, and Jereme grabbed his stepfather’s wrist. He glanced over his shoulder. “No condom. I want to feel your cum inside me.”
His daddy stared a moment before shaking his head. “Soon, baby. Not now. But I promise soon.”
Anson covered his cock in rubber. He slid the hard head against Jereme’s asshole, barely pushing it inside. “Push that ass on me, baby.”
Jereme rose some on his hands and knees before pushing back onto his daddy’s cock. A moan rose from his throat as he slowly impaled himself on the length. Anson’s hands captured his hips, the fingertips digging into his flesh as he moved. It only added to the sharp delight being filled with cock gave him.
Once his ass cheeks pressed firmly against Anson’s tight curls, he stopped. Anson took over, sliding Jereme forward before slamming them back together. It was a rough mating, exactly what Jereme needed. Anson was almost feral, beast-like in his need. They’d both been pushed too close to the edge, it seemed. Jereme smiled with each hefty thrust. The head of Anson’s cock rubbed against his prostate with every entry.
He angled his hips more so the head hit him even better. Again, he lowered a hand, searching for his own cock—only to be denied. Unable to stroke himself to completion, he fixated on the feel of his daddy’s cock stretching him wide, pounding deep. He concentrated on that spot inside his ass that gave him so much pleasure… and could feel his daddy’s heartbeat throbbing inside him.
Anson’s fingers tangled into the laces at his back. He could feel the corset tighten a little with each pull onto Anson’s cock. All of the sensations coalesced within his mind. His body was aflame, each thrust of Anson’s cock the tinder that set it higher.
“What a tight ass,” Anson murmured against his ear. “You feel so good, baby.”
Jereme cried out, an orgasm slamming into him. His cock leaked cum through the cage and dripped down to the bed. It was the second anal orgasm Anson had given him, and he was soon learning they could be as powerful—if not more so—than a traditional one. His body crested the wave, screaming out his daddy’s name.
An
son followed not long after, tensing before letting out a roar of satisfaction of his own… and filling the condom instead of Jereme’s ass.
Once Anson had withdrawn and cleaned up, Jereme curled up in his daddy’s arms. “Why won’t you come inside me?”
“If it was up to me, I would. I’m pretty damned sure I’m clean, but I don’t know what Gl—” He paused. “I don’t know what my soon-to-be-ex-wife may have been doing when I wasn’t around. I need to get tested… before I potentially share something neither of us want.” He brushed some of Jereme’s hair back. “I’ve got to protect my boy.”
Jereme looked up at Anson. “Will you get tested?”
“As soon as possible… as soon as I get back home. I promise.”
Jereme smiled. “Good.”
Anson drew him close, and they lay there for a long time, quiet. He could sense Anson was still awake…
“How long’s the cage staying on?”
Anson chuckled. “Ready for it to come off?”
“Not quite yet,” Jereme answered. “But I wasn’t sure if it was staying on permanently.”
“That would be hard of me to ask you,” Anson said. “With the distance between us. For now… let’s say that I’m gonna cage you whenever we’re together. Down the road, we can discuss longer-term caging.”
“I like the idea of that,” Jereme whispered. “Of being caged for days… maybe even weeks.”
Anson grinned. “Months?”
Jereme felt a shiver go down his spine. “Years?”
Anson’s brows rose. “You deserve a break every so often. I think years might be pushing it. Plus, you need to get used to wearing it long-term. Give it time.”
Do we have time? The question lodged in Jereme’s throat. He knew he was already getting more than he’d ever thought possible. He wouldn’t question it or make demands. He’d simply accept whatever love he got and be happy with that.
Jereme snuggled closer, holding his daddy tight and wishing it could last forever.
Chapter Nine
Jereme climbed out of bed early the following morning. With every step he was reminded of their night together. The soreness was delightful, a vivid acknowledgement of Anson’s touch. Once in the bathroom, he looked in the mirror. His makeup was smeared. He saw a few faint love bites on his neck. The cage was still locking him snugly. And he loved the sight of it all. They were badges of honor. Jereme knew Anson had changed him, but he wondered what happened once the vacation was over and his stepfather went back home. Were they just prolonging the inevitable?
He pushed the thoughts aside, took a quick shower, and then pulled out a textbook to read on the couch while Anson snoozed. Jereme couldn’t get any further behind. Anson awoke a couple of hours later and padded out into the living room area.
“I thought you’d left.” Anson slid onto the couch beside him and cuddled front to Jereme’s back. “What’cha reading?”
“Ancient History.”
“Fun,” Anson murmured before pressing a kiss to Jereme’s neck.
“I’m so behind. Between last weekend and this one? I’ve got a paper to write this week… studying for final exams… it’s going to be crazy.”
“I’ll leave you alone once your room is settled. I’ve got some things I need to get squared away in my own life back home. As you well know.” He kissed the shell of Jereme’s ear. “I haven’t gotten you too far behind, have I?”
“I can catch up. If you let me read for a little while longer.”
“Understood,” Anson whispered. “One last question before I shut the hell up.”
“Yeah?”
“I suddenly realize I have no idea what you’re even studying.”
Jereme chuckled. “History.”
“You want to teach?”
“Maybe. I really don’t know at this point. If so, I think I’d want to work at a university. Teenagers are assholes.”
“Yes, they are.” Anson looked up at him and grinned.
“Hey, I can say that. I am one.”
“Stop reminding me how young you are,” Anson whispered.
“If it helps any, I’ll be twenty soon.”
Anson nodded. “It does.”
“Truthfully, I had to grow up fast. I took care of myself most of my life. I don’t really seem to connect to people my own age very well. I’ve always felt more comfortable around older people.”
“Understandable,” Anson said. He pointed at the book. “Now… read.”
“Okay… Daddy.”
Anson slid from the couch with a smirk and started a pot of coffee. He then left the room without a word, leaving Jereme in quiet. When he returned some time later, it was with a bag full of groceries from the Whole Foods down the block. After putting some items into the refrigerator, he brought over a plate with a croissant and some cut fruit, and a cup of coffee, made just as Jereme liked it.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome,” Anson murmured. Again he disappeared for a moment, only to return with a book in hand and a pair of very sexy glasses on his face.
“I didn’t know you wore glasses.”
“I just started,” Anson said before sitting down next to Jereme and opening his book. “But if you don’t mind, I have some reading to do.”
Jereme chuckled and turned back to his textbook.
Hours passed in silence. He ended up with his head on Anson’s shoulder, cuddled close. When he reached the end of his required reading, he closed the book and pinched his nose. “I need a break.”
Anson closed his book and smiled. “Me, too.”
Jereme put his book on the coffee table before taking Anson’s and laying it down, too. He rose slightly and slid into Anson’s lap, straddling his daddy. “I know the perfect thing to pass the time.”
Anson collected his face in both hands before stealing a hungry kiss. “Me, too.”
“I do have more reading to do later,” Jereme noted.
“And then another break when you’re done?” Anson asked, anticipation in his voice.
“Absolutely,” Jereme murmured before Anson captured his lips again.
* * * *
Anson hadn’t wanted to say goodbye to Jereme. But he couldn’t monopolize the guy’s life completely and expect him to excel at school. Once his stepson was set back up in his room, Anson departed with a promise they’d see one another again soon. From the look in Jereme’s eyes, he sensed his boy didn’t quite believe him.
He’d come home to make sure his lawyer—he’d ended up choosing Chaz at the firm—had set things in motion. Fortunately Chaz did and had set up a meeting for the following day between all parties. He came in and said hello to Chaz and Gloria’s attorney, Bobby Blake.
“How’ve you been, Anson?” Bobby said with a smile. “So sorry to have to face off across the table from you today.”
“You’re just doing your job,” Anson said. “But how about not fucking me up the ass too much, huh?”
Bobby chuckled. “I’ll try not to, buddy.”
The minute Gloria walked into the meeting, he had to chuckle. She was dressed to the nines and dripping with gold and diamonds.
“Hello, darling. So good to see you,” Gloria said happily. “I’m so glad we’re going to get through this quickly and amicably. Bobby has promised me that we could.”
Anson bit the inside of his lip and plastered a smile on his lips. “Of course.”
His and Gloria’s attorneys took over from there and began to discuss the division of assets. As all assets had been his prior to the marriage and the limited time period they’d been married, Gloria wasn’t truly able to get her clutches on much.
“As for the house?” Bobby said. “She’ll want half the purchase price.”
“Half?” Anson interrupted. “Not like she made half the house payments.”
“I wanted the house, and you bought me the house,” Gloria said between the clenched teeth of a smile. “So I see it as a gift.”
“A gift?�
�� Anson narrowed his stare. “I’ll give you half… as long as you agree to pay all of your credit card debt. All thirty thousand of it.”
Gloria’s smile faded.
“Half the house would be significantly more,” Bobby said to her. “I suggest you take him up on that.”
“No,” Gloria said, lifting her chin. “Most of the credit card debt was buying things for that house. He used those items, as well.”
“I used thousands in women’s clothes and shoes?” Anson asked, lifting a brow.
“I was trying to look good for my husband,” Gloria snapped. “So in a way, yes.”
Anson thought about what he’d just told Jereme over the weekend. He’d had no enjoyment over the things she wore. Not even the lingerie—not really. Not like he did with Jereme. It was suddenly so obvious that his marriage had been a complete sham. Why had he allowed his own stupidity to blind him so much? For so long?
But had he not married her, he never would’ve met Jereme.
She was a means to an end.
And if he had to pay out the ass to make her go away, so be it.
“Fine. Half the house and the debt,” he countered. “But the Mercedes comes back to me.” He’d give the damned thing to Jereme. Wouldn’t that go over well?
“Fine,” Gloria said. “Charles has a whole garage full of cars and a driver who’ll take me anywhere I want to go. I don’t need that piece of shit car.”
“Great,” Anson muttered.
They went through a few more line items and ended with Anson’s trust. Gloria’s attorney brought it up.
“My grandfather was one of the best estate planning attorneys in this country. There’s no way you’re getting one cent of my trust.”
“No, but we can once you’re paid out,” Gloria said. “You’re paid monthly, correct? I think a portion of that should go to me as spousal support.”
“Spousal support? No. I draw the line there.” It wasn’t like it was a ton of money. Enough that he didn’t have worries. His bills would always be paid. That is, if she didn’t steal some of it.
“I got very accustomed to a particular lifestyle, Anson,” Gloria said. “You’re going to leave me destitute?”