Page 40 of Blindsided

The scene had played out in my dreams both nights since, and each morning I’d woken up hard as a rock and had needed to rush to the shower to jerk off before work.

Now it was Thursday. Lincoln’s meeting was over, he was on his way back to Tennessee, and we had plans for the night, but I was stuck in a meeting with Tom. For the last hour, I’d been trying to find a way out and had texted Brax an SOS thirty minutes earlier, but it had gone unanswered, so I was taking matters into my own hands and pouting.

Tom gave me the same look my parents did when I was being unreasonable. “Easton.”

I looked between Dane, who was our social media director, the equipment manager, and Daisy, silently begging the three of them to agree with me. “This is stupid. Right? This doesn’t have to be decided tonight.”

Dane held up his hands. “Do not get me involved in this. I am not getting in the middle of another argument between the two of you.”

Tom and I might banter nearly every day but they really couldn’t be called arguments, even if Tom had told me on more than one occasion that I was more stubborn than Brax. I wasn’t going to tell him it was because Brax and I had spent so much time together that I already knew every one of Tom’s buttons to push.

Daisy opened her mouth to say something, but Brax himself walked in the room shaking his head at his dad. “Dad, it’s nearly five. You’ve been in this office for the last four hours. My ears are bleeding and I haven’t been in the same building as you. Let the poor people go.” He lifted up his phone and waved it in his dad’s direction. “Besides, your husband misses you.”

Tom sighed and waved us away. I was the first out of my seat and beelined to Brax, grabbing his cheeks and planting a smacky kiss on his lips. “Bless you. Bless you, bless you, bless you. I owe you dinner!”

Brax spat and wiped at his mouth. “Fuck, East, that was gross. Go get your man.” As I was jogging down the hallway, I could hear my best friend admonishing his dad. “Come on, you know Lincoln’s been gone all week. Did you really think you were going to get Easton to focus tonight? Besides, they have plans.”

“Last time I tell you anything!” I yelled on my way out the door. If either of them responded, I didn’t hear it. Nor did I care. I was free! It was better than the last day of school as a kid.

At home, I rushed through a shower, changed into clothes suitable for dinner and a tour of Dom And Sub Haven, and plucked the little white gift bag off the table by the door to the garage on my way back out. The blue and white tissue paper tucked in the unassuming bag had been taunting me for over two weeks as I’d waited for the perfect time to give Lincoln the gift I’d purchased for him.

It had never been the right time and I’d wanted it to be perfect. Going to see the club with Lincoln tonight, knowing he was a little nervous and a lot excited, made it feel like the right time.

I was at the airport in time to get the text from Lincoln that his plane had arrived and he’d be out shortly. Not soon enough for me, but I was a patient man. Or at least I was learning to be one.

As a young adult, Lincoln hadn’t taken much time to get ready. There hadn’t been any suits, fancy hair products, or skin care routines. As a thirty-year-old businessman, Lincoln had numerous routines in the morning and at bedtime, each taking longer than I could imagine spending on my hair, skin, or clothes. Each one of his routines took longer than the last, and I had been working on my patience as I waited for him to finish every morning and night.

Lincoln came out of the sliding doors of the airport not ten minutes after he’d texted. To the casual observer, he looked like a road-weary traveler. To me I saw an overly exhausted submissive who had been in control for the better part of a week. I tried hard to spot the cage under his suit pants as he walked, but even staring and knowing what was there, I couldn’t see it.

I still hadn’t asked how he’d coped without a Dom the years we weren’t together. He’d told me enough for me to know he hadn’t been serious with anyone since we’d broken up. Given how hard he’d hit subspace the first two times we were together, I was confident he hadn’t had many ways to let go and relax over the years.

“Is it Friday yet?” Lincoln asked, after tossing his bags in the back and sliding into the passenger seat and reaching for his seat belt.

I leaned over to give him a kiss. “You’re the boss. If you say it’s Friday, it can be.”

He barked out a laugh and kissed me back. “Thank you for dropping me off and picking me up. It’s been a long week.”

“I know.” I squeezed his thigh before putting my hand on the gearshift and sliding my SUV into drive. “I’ve got a surprise for you when we get to your place. Then we’re going to head to DASH and see the club. After that, we can order dinner and eat pizza in our underwear in bed if you want.”

“Don’t tempt me.” I heard the exhaustion in his voice. I also heard disbelief at my grand dinner plans.

“It’s a promise. Maybe a few beers to go with it.”

Lincoln’s stomach let out a rumble that made it sound like it was trying to eat itself. “Or maybe we should grab something on the way to the club. What sounds good to you?”

“Maybe a quick dinner before and a long dessert after?” Lincoln waggled his eyebrows as he made his not-so-subtle suggestion.

“I like the way you think. Come on, let’s get you to your place and into something more comfortable.” Hopefully more comfortable. My gaze fell on the rearview mirror and the little bag hanging innocently on the hook by the window.

Lincoln shot me a curious look. “What aren’t you telling me? I know that look, and that tone. My idea of something more comfortable and your idea might be worlds apart. Right now, comfortable would be my cock being freed and your mouth around my cock as I came.”

I laughed so hard I snorted. “Yes, it seems like our plans might be different. How are you doing with your cage? Is it bothering you at all?”

“It’s fine. It’s snug, but that’s only because I’ve been horny all day and haven’t been able to get hard or come.”

“You came last night.” I’d let him come while we’d been talking the night before. Of course, he hadn’t been allowed to take the cage off, but with the massager in his ass and me controlling it with the app on our phones, Lincoln hadn’t lasted ten minutes before cum had trickled from his dick as he’d writhed on the bed.

“I don’t know if a prostate orgasm actually counts. I want to get hard and come everywhere.”

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