Page 10 of Disciplinary Action
Gideon shook his head, unable to contain his smile. He set Cal on his feet once they passed through the door to the bathroom and went about grabbing what they needed.
Cal gaped at the enormous tub. “That seems excessive. Is this where you have all of your orgies?” he asked.
“Not all of them,” Gideon snarked, earning an eye roll from the boy. He was definitely still a teenager.
Once there was a reasonable amount of water in the tub, he stepped inside and sat, crooking his finger towards Cal. “Come on, little bird.”
Cal reached up toward the collar but stopped, looking uncertain. “Do I take it off?”
“Come, I’ll do it.”
The boy stepped over the lip of the tub, turning away from Gideon before seating himself between his thighs and pulling his own knees up to his chest.
“It’s a little late to be shy now, isn’t it?” Gideon asked, unbuckling the collar from his neck and setting it on the side of the tub. Cal rubbed at his throat but said nothing, leaning back against Gideon’s chest. He soaped up a washcloth and began to scrub the boy’s chest and belly. “How are you feeling? Do you still hurt?”
Cal shook his head no but then seemed to rethink his answer. “Well, yeah, but not in a bad way. Like, in a way where I’ll be thinking about what we did every time I sit down tomorrow.”
Gideon dropped the cloth, his hands dipping beneath the water to wrap around the boy’s soft cock, stroking him. “Do you like that thought, baby boy?”
Cal sucked in a ragged breath, his head tipping back against Gideon’s shoulder, his legs widening. “Yes, Daddy.”
Gideon’s lips skimmed along his neck and shoulder. “Are you going to think of me every time you touch yourself? Going to think of riding my cock in your collar, being a good boy just for me?”
The boy whimpered, nodding. “Yes, Daddy.”
“You were so good for me tonight. Good boys get rewarded. Do you want me to reward you, baby?”
Cal’s breath came in pants, his hands gripping Gideon’s thighs tight enough to leave bruises. “Yes, Daddy. Please.”
Gideon didn’t edge the boy, just used the soap to slick up his hand and let him fuck into his tightened fist. He was so honest, so responsive, he held nothing back. Gideon wanted to capture every whimper, every half-bitten moan falling from his lips as he worked his hips. “Oh, Daddy… Daddy. Oh, God. Oh, fuck.”
Gideon bit down on the boy’s ear lobe. “Come for me, little bird. I want to hear you.”
Four more strokes and the boy’s hips spasmed, and he cried out before falling back against Gideon’s shoulder, chest heaving. “Wow.”
“Wow, indeed,” Gideon said against his ear.
Gideon finished washing Cal before turning off the water and just floating there, eyes closed, enjoying the feel of the boy pressed against him.
“Gideon?”
“Yeah?” he asked, cracking his lids open to see the boy’s head tipped up enough to look at him.
“What happened to your back?”
Cal was the first boy he’d hired who had ever dared ask. Maybe he was the only one who had ever cared enough to inquire, or maybe the others thought it rude. He didn’t like to talk about it and certainly not with a stranger, but he felt like they’d moved past being strangers hours ago. “When I was your age, I let somebody convince me that love had to hurt, and that love meant not respecting limits.”
“Hard limits?” Cal asked.
Gideon smiled, pressing his lips to the boy’s cheek. “Yes, exactly. Hard limits. Safe words. I knew nothing back then, and I put my trust in the wrong person.”
“You… Somebody did that to you?” Cal asked.
“Yes.”
Cal caressed Gideon’s thighs in a soothing gesture. “Are they in jail?”
“No. I didn’t think I could report him. I’d consented to some of it, just not…all of it. Like I said, it was years ago, and I was very young. I believed him when he said he just got excited and went too far, when he said he knew what I could handle.”
