“You,” I whispered. “Always you.”
“Always is a very long time. And one more thing—the party. We have time for that one, so it’s something we will think about and discuss again. If not that party, we can go to another.”
Oh God…it was really a possibility?
Aidan didn’t give me much time to think about it. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to my lips. “Now go downstairs and start breakfast. I’m behind.”
“Yes, Aidan.”
It was…weird to walk around with my dick in a cage. I felt it there as I pulled on some sweats, as I walked downstairs and cooked Aidan breakfast.
We ate together, and he kissed me at the door—he was kissing me a lot more today—then grabbed my cock and said, “Remember what I said.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I was distinctly aware of the cage with every move I made, as I cleaned and exercised and deep-throated the dildo suctioned to my shower. He’d never told me to stop practicing, so I hadn’t.
It felt odd washing myself in the shower and then taking a piss for the first time, but all it did was remind me of Aidan and that I belonged to him, and that was…that was everything.
Nerves tickled at the base of my spine as I sat through my English lesson. My professor rambled on, and for the first time I found it hard to focus. All I could think about was the cage on my cock. I kept wondering if anyone could possibly know. They couldn’t, of course, and that was both a comfort and disappointing. It would be hot if people knew Aidan controlled me that way.
Which made me glance at Jordan, who looked over at me and smiled. He was cute, that was for sure, in this boyish sort of way. Well, a way I supposed people thought when they looked at me. That had never been my type, not really. I could appreciate Jordan’s looks, but I’d always wanted a man like Aidan. There were things he could give me that I didn’t think someone like Jordan could, which was probably stereotyping. Jordan could be dominant as fuck in the bedroom for all I knew.
When my professor dismissed class, my hands shook slightly as I put my stuff away. I knew without looking that Jordan would come over. I wasn’t sure how, but I did, and then he was there.
“Hey, you. How have you been?”
“Good,” I replied as we walked out. The cage felt heavier suddenly. My brain imagined this sign over my head that pointed to me and said something like Dirty little freak who can’t come until his Sir allows it.
“You’re smiling. Why are you smiling?” Jordan asked.
Oh…I hadn’t realized I was. I guess I really did like being a dirty little freak who belonged to Aidan.
“Nothing. Wanna sit down for a minute?”
“Sure,” he replied. We went over to one of the picnic tables under a tree. Jordan nodded for me to sit down first, which was sweet. “How are you feeling about the upcoming exam? Good?”
“Yeah, you?”
“That would be a no, Mr. Teacher’s Pet.” He winked.
“Hey! Whatever!” I playfully shoved him, then jerked my hand back, surprised I’d done it. It was such a normal thing to do, but I had never allowed myself to have friendships like this outside of Ian.
“I’m giving you shit.”
We were both quiet for a moment. I didn’t know what to say. All I could think about was the chastity I was wearing and how nervous I was to actually invite Jordan to do something. What if I wanted to play around with him? Would it ruin what I had with Aidan? What if Jordan turned on me or just wanted to laugh at me like so many other people in my life? What if he found out what kind of relationship I had with Aidan, and what if, what if, what if—
“You okay?” Jordan asked, with a hand on my shoulder.
“Yeah, sorry. I’m fine. Just…have a lot on my mind. Can you stay here for just a second? Don’t go anywhere…please, and I’ll be right back.”
Jordan frowned in what was likely confusion, but then he nodded. I left my bag with him before jogging over to the building and leaning against it. No one was around me, and my heart was going crazy as I called Aidan. I didn’t ever interrupt him at work, and I knew there was a possibility that he couldn’t answer, but I suddenly needed him. Needed to hear his voice and work through this with him.
“What’s wrong?” he asked instead of hello.
“Nothing. I… I don’t know? Is it okay that I called?”
“Of course it is. Take a couple of deep breaths and calm down, and then I want you to tell me exactly what’s on your mind. Don’t think of it as what’s wrong; just share your thoughts.”
Wow…that was a good way to put it. I hadn’t thought of that, so I did as Aidan said. I took a couple of deep breaths and then just…opened myself up to him as he was so good at making me do. There wasn’t anything Aidan couldn’t give me. “I’m a little nervous. About the friend thing. I want it, but I’m scared he’ll like, reject me or whatever? And then I’m also scared I might want him and it’ll make you not want me, or that he’ll figure out I’m submissive and think I’m weird, and I can’t stop thinking about the cage and being both excited by it, about belonging to you, but also weird about wearing it and talking to Jordan like…I don’t know. That’s it. That’s what I’m thinking.”
There was a soft sigh on the other end of the line. Not one that sounded angry or frustrated, but just…unsure. “I’m sorry. I should have checked in with you before I had you do this.”
“What? No. This isn’t your fault.”
“It’s certainly not yours,” Aidan replied. “Maybe it’s no one’s fault, and it’s just something that happened, but I still feel responsible because you’re mine, are you not?”
Well…that helped. My thoughts quieted some, and my heart slowed.
“Do you want to take the cage off? If it’s a limit for you, or you’re reacting in a way we hadn’t anticipated, you can.”
“No,” rushed from my mouth. I hadn’t realized how much that wasn’t what I wanted until Aidan asked.
“Okay, so we have that piece figured out. And the second, which I should have started with, is no matter what happens or what you decide you want, you’re still mine, Finley. You will still serve me and still belong to me. If we have to adjust rules, we will, but your desires won’t make me turn away from you. Do you understand that?”
I leaned against the wall, and suddenly…suddenly it was all okay. I could breathe, and my pulse didn’t race. “Thank you, Sir. I needed to hear that.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you this morning, then. You’re being a very good boy right now—doing as I say and calling me when you’re struggling. That’s what I’m here for.”
“Thank you.” And now, that easily, I was starting to feel…confident. Strong. Sure.
“Do you want to spend time with Jordan? Get to know him? When we first spoke about it, you did.”
My eyes locked on the brown-haired boy sitting at the picnic table, waiting for me. The one who teased me about being good at English. “I do.”
“Then do it. You can do this, Finley. Do it and make me proud. And if it doesn’t work out, that’s okay. If he doesn’t turn out to be what you think, that’s okay. If he uses who you are against you in any way, or if that makes him decide he doesn’t want to be friends with you, that’s his loss and not yours. You are…you are incredible, my precious warrior.”