Page 58 of Coiled Tight
As Cam lost the tension in his muscles and his gaze glazed over, edging closer to the headspace I wanted him in, I… I needed a second. A second to close my eyes. To breathe. To ground myself.
Damian repositioned himself on the armchair behind me. I’d been around him long enough, I knew the move was intentional, meant to keep me rooted in the here and now.
It helped.
This wasn’t just a scene he was dragging me into under some strange sense of loyalty and friendly love I’d stopped questioning years ago. It wasn’t like every other time where he pretended I was in charge, but he was the one ensuring everyone got what they were after. It was what I needed, the reminder to get my head back in the game. Things with Cam were different—they’d have to be—but right now, there was comfort in the familiarity of the setting. Right now, he wasn’t my skittish vet with a more troubled past than I’d assumed when he first showed up at my back gate with a giant suitcase andlittle else.
He was a boy, a submissive man trusting me with giving him what he needed. He was showing himself more vulnerable than he ever had, and there was no way I’d do anything to cause him harm.
He was precious.
So giving, despite the shadows lurking, I’d gotten a glimpse of. And, this evening, he was consenting to being under my whim, to being pushed to the edge, all because it would please me. All because despite everything else, he still had wants and needs, and he’d chosen me to explore them with.
“As you pointed out…” I let my thumb graze against his sac, his balls pulling tighter as a soft shiver ran up his spine. I glanced up to see his toes curling. “I’m not taking the impact route with you. In fact, I’m not going to do anything you don’t beg me for.”
I had so many ideas, so many wants and needs of my own that involved his body and had me rocking forward, stifling a Neanderthal groan from slipping out of my lips. But that would be another day. Today, I wanted his enthusiastic consent. I wanted to take him to the point where all limitations disappeared, where he forgot all about propriety and didn’t have an option other than to do as I’d asked. To beg for what he wanted.
“Fuck.” Cam gasped, breathing getting labored.
I gave him a minute, then continued my exploration of his body. It wasn’t soft, but it wasn’t rough, either, an appraisal without the implication that he was something delicate or fragile. He was in some ways, but here, he was a god. A thing of beauty. If I thought he’d break, I wouldn’t have agreed to any of this. I wanted him—needed him—to internalize that distinction, to have the confidence that came from it.
“What do you want, Cam?”
His skin was hot to the touch, marked with sparsefreckles and dots I dug my fingers into. I wasn’t going to flog him, or even spank him, but I could tease the line of sensation for him. With him. I could relish in the way his breath hitched every time, the way he arched toward the touch even though his face scrunched up with the sharper handling.
“Pinch me.”
I grunted, moving so that I had one hand bracing his leg against my skin, and the other stayed splayed over his abdomen. His cock was a fucking work of art. Slender but long, slightly curved to the left. And those fucking piercings…
“Pinch you where?” The question was posed before I grew too distracted, before I forgot what he’d asked of me and what we were supposed to be doing here.
Not that Damian would be one to care if we swerved plans.
Cam moaned in response. His eyes scrunched shut.
I forgot all about inspecting his body in favor of watching his face like a hawk. Like a predator reading everything there was to read about their prey.
“Pinch you where, Cam?”
“Please, Daddy.”
I smirked. “We have all night, darlin’.”
I could tease him with soft caresses and the tongue he’d asked for that long, and I wouldn’t be too bothered by it. There was something about going soft with a sub who was used to handling it rough. It was probably my core kink, if there was a name for it that wasn’t a mouthful.
Cam alternated between melting beneath my hand and tensing, waiting for a strike he’d soon realize was not coming until it was at his request.
His chest heaved up and down as he kept watching me, kept letting out wanton noises to—I supposed—spur me on.
My heart picked up when he licked his lips, when hismouth parted, and I knew he was about to give me the answer I’d been waiting for.
“Thighs, Daddy. Please?”
I hummed, repositioning us again so that I could use both hands to do as he’d asked. Teasing the skin of his inner thighs, I tracked his gaze as he followed the motion. His throat bobbed up and down as he prepared for it. “Here?”
He nodded right away.
“Words, Cam.”
