Page 91 of Coiled Tight
The minx didn’t even thank me. No, he just bent down and dragged the offensive fabric down until there was nothing keeping me from pawing all over him. Until I could see his cock thickening and jutting out proudly against his skin from the perusal I was giving him.
I hummed. “Such a good, responsive boy.”
My clothes went next, falling against an old chair I kept near the front door simply because I didn’t want to get rid of it and its history, but it didn’t fit anywhere else, so it had become a spot to place anything I was working on and didn’t have the storage for.
“Daddy?”
I looked up, noting the questioning tilt to the honorific. I’d expected Cam’s eyes to be on me, to struggle to stay away from my cock the way he always did when I disrobed in front of him. Of course, he had noticed the toys on the desk.
I gauged his reaction before I gave him an answer. He didn’t look scared or even tentative. No, if I had to describe the glint in his eyes, it would be excitement.
It was the most arousing sight I’d had in a while.
“Pick one, and present it to me on your knees.”
Cam glanced sideways at me for a mere second. “How?”
I tucked him back to my chest and nipped his earlobe. “Get on your knees and hold it over your head with both hands.”
Protocols weren’t a core kink, but there were some that really did it for me. The mind games that came with this particular ritual were one of them.
His throat bobbed up and down. It was the only evidenceof his nerves—nerves I couldn’t quite fault him for when I felt them myself.
“Got it.”
He didn’t need any further encouragement, quickly stepping out of my hold to peruse the items on the desk.
It was a generous description. He spared the others a quick glance, but his whole body was fully attuned to a cat-of-nine-tails flogger I’d placed in the middle. It was made of braided, twisted leather, with a steel handle and knotted balls of black leather at the end of each tail. Aesthetically, it was one of the creations I felt proudest of.
It was also the heaviest toy I’d placed on the desk. And the one he grabbed.
With how much lip he gave about playing heavy, I should’ve expected it. I still stood tall, unaffected, with my feet spread wide below my shoulders, as Cam walked back to me and, very sweetly, tried not to bounce on his feet.
He was fucking gorgeous sliding down to his knees. It wasn’t the first time he did it, but I doubted I’d get tired of the sight anytime soon.
A slight tremble in his arms as he lifted them over his head belied the confidence and playfulness.
“Why did you pick this one, darlin’?”
I almost called him baby boy, but stopped. I’d rather keep the endearment exclusive to his Little self. He might call me Daddy regardless of where his mind was, but marking a difference in how I engaged with him when he was regressing and when he wasn’t felt right.
“Um.” Cam’s eyelashes fluttered. I bet he was trying to decide if he should keep his eyes trained on the floor or if looking up was allowed. “It’s pretty.”
Yeah… That tracked with everything I was coming to learn about him on a kink front.
“Have you been hit with anything like this before?”
There were no excuses, but I hadn’t been the most extensive when discussing his experience. I supposed I’d always been more interested in a sub’s present reactions to stimuli than anything else.
“Braided flogger? Yeah.” Cam shivered. “Not as heavy as this one, though.”
I grabbed it from him and let the leather caress down his shoulder to his torso, studied the way he straightened his spine and opened himself up to it.
“Tell me how you want to leave this room.”
Cam squirmed, intertwining his hands together behind his back, more of his chest on display for the leather to tease. His cock perked up when I focused the strands there, shifting the angle of my wrist so that they teased more of the sensitive area.
“Uh?”
