Page 11 of Tattoos and Tiaras
It was amazing to watch the subtle changes in Doc when he came back from the bathroom. The tension that had been lingering in his body had all but vanished, and he had risked a sexy smile when I praised him again as he knelt by my side.
I had laughed when Roman had initially suggested Doc as my assistant for the night. Why would that surly, bratty man want to help me? Cullen was a man full of barbs and sass. I normally found bratty subs fun for a short time, but they grew tiresome. With Cullen, though, maybe it was the challenge I saw in him. When I'd first seen him, I saw a handsome older guy. Finding out he was a sub and had similar kinks to my own had caughtmy interest, but somehow during that period we had formed an antagonistic relationship.
Looking at the man kneeling at my feet now, I wondered if we had turned a new chapter. I wasn't looking for a permanent sub or a new play partner, or so I thought. Even so, my brain was trying to find excuses to get Cullen to agree to do more scenes with me.
I was also still caught up in what I saw him putting back into his duffle bag: the tulle skirt and soft, worn-looking stuffed lion. It had snagged my attention and hadn't let go.
I'd never seen myself as a daddy. My kinks had always been D/s orientated, but that had changed a few months earlier when I had started spending more time with Simon and Cal and their boys, and it had opened my eyes to the daddy/ boy dynamic. But I didn't exactly want what Simon and Rhys had. Rhys was adorable, but I think I was more drawn to middles like Mouse.
But I was getting ahead of myself. I wasn't even sure if Cullen was a boy.
Cullen moved slightly. Were his knees bothering him? I didn't want him to feel like he had to suffer through to please me. There was a difference between suffering to please a Dom and putting yourself through unnecessary pain.
“How are your knees feeling?” Cullen lifted his head and nodded slightly enough for me to know he heard me. “You may speak, Cullen.”
“They feel fine, Sir. No pressure on the joints and the cushion is very comfortable.” Cullen offered me a shy smile. I was rather proud of my idea for a cushion for Cullen's knees. As I had told him, it was something I'd had to deal with a previous sub, and I saw no problem in providing something that would allow Cullen to kneel like he desperately wanted, but without feeling old or incapable. This sweet man hadn't had a proper scene in a longtime. I swore this was why Roman had suggested him as my assistant.
“Princess, I want you to listen carefully. I know you agreed to be my assistant to help me demonstrate our mutual kink to the group tonight, and forgive me if I’m wrong, but I think it would be good for us both if we continued this scene through the night. Safe words apply of course, and I would be your Master for the night, not just now and the demonstration. You may speak.”
The smile Cullen gave me was priceless. “Yes please. I mean, we are basically already in a dynamic for the evening.” He blushed slightly and bowed his head, looking both seductive and adorable. “I must admit I’m confused. I was so ready to be annoyed by you and want this night over quickly, but you're nothing like I expected and that’s thrown me for a bit of a loop.” Cullen gave a cute, perplexed frown.
“You’re not the only one surprised, and I don’t have a problem if you choose to let your brat out a little after the demonstration, but just be prepared for the consequences if you do.” I gave him my most wicked smirk.
Cullen. the sexy minx, just winked and licked his lips. “I won’t go hard on you, Sir. I wouldn’t want to break you our first time together.”
I leant down and brushed my fingers down his cheek, stopping to tug lightly on his beard. “Give me your best shot, Princess, but remember: only after our demonstration.”
Cullen knelt a little straighter, his blue-grey eyes bright in the club lights. “Yes, Sir.”
I had to say there was something damn sexy about a man kneeling, and Cullen looked extra fucking sexy with the chest harness framing his firm chest and highlighting the gorgeous ink that covered his body. I was still confused as to why he hadn't been snapped up.
Any Dom worth his straps could see what a smart, gorgeous man Cullen was, and the fact that he was older ticked a few boxes I was learning I had. His thick silver hair was sexy as sin, not to mention the light dusting of hair on his chest. I mean, I supposed that I had to put myself in that list of blind Doms. I'd spent so much time grouching about the man that I'd forgotten how sexy and smart he was.
I looked down to see Cullen fiddling with his chest strap, possibly some nervous tension still lingering. I tapped his shoulder gently, and Cullen lifted his eyes to me. “Hands in your lap please.”
His eyes widened slightly, but he dropped his hands to his lap and sat straighter. “Eyes on the stage now, Pet. It looks like Cal and Mouse are about to start.” Without thinking, I reached down and brushed my fingers against Cullen's hair. Anybody looking wouldn't have noticed, but I felt the subtle movement of him leaning into my touch.
Mouse was dressed in the tightest pair of boxer briefs showing off his ink to everyone. He was a billboard for the amazing tattoo art both his brother and Cal did, and he was grinning so broadly, I could imagine how excited he was for this. While Mouse was the embodiment of frenetic energy, his daddy was the picture of stoic calm. Cal stood to one side. dressed simply in a pair of worn black jeans. He was the embodiment of a confident Dom; no arrogance, just a solid knowledge of who he was.
I envied him. I was a confident guy, but I still felt like such a beginner around men like him and Roman. However, as my old mentor back at uni said, a good Dom is always learning and always looking at ways to be better.
The gathered group laughed as Mouse gently sassed his daddy. We could all see the affection the men shared, and Mouse's bratty behaviour fed the sadist in Cal. Tonight was going to be fun.
“I think little Mouse needs to be careful when his daddy has a dragon tail flogger that he wants to break in on his boy's bottom.” Cullen let out an inadvertent hiss, and I gently tugged on his hair, tutting softly as he looked up at me. “Is that something that interests you? Mouse getting disciplined? Or are you thinking about that whip against your own tender cheeks?” Cullen's cheeks flamed in answer to my question but that wasn't enough, I needed words.
“Tell me, Cullen, is that something that interests you? You may speak.”
Cullen tilted his head, looking back to where Cal was carefully strapping an unrepentant Mouse to the Saint Andrew’s cross. “I'm not sure. I love spankings, not so much the punishment sort, but I guess those ones aren't to be enjoyed. Still, there is something about them that clears my head even though I think I hate it at the time.”
I gently touched Cullen's cheek, his beard soft beneath my fingers. “If we play together properly again, maybe it's something we can explore.”
It had never occurred to me to ask Cullen to scene with me regularly. We were like oil and water, but maybe I should take a chance, or at least think about it, once we had our demonstration scene. Sweet older submissive guys were my crack. I loved everything about them, and Cullen was sexy as hell. But that fire he had…
I found myself thinking of the fun we could have, what his feelings were on predicament bondage. Before I could lose myself in thoughts of anal hooks and training collars, Roman clapped his hands, loudly drawing our attention to the stage.
“Evening everyone. It’s lovely to see you all turn out for tonight's demonstrations. I'm sure we’re all going to enjoy seeing Mouse wearing his daddy’s marks.” A loud raspberry sound interrupted Roman. Mouse yelled out, “You're all justpervy pervs who want to see a poor boy get his arse whipped,” earning a rough chuckle from Callum.
“Boy, you'd be more pissed off if everyone wasn't here to ogle your arse. Now shush or you get the ring gag, and I will find someone else to flog.” All eyes turned to where Mouse was strapped to the cross, waiting for his response.
