Caged Sanctuary (11 page)

“Plans?” Jake asked, head cocked as he nibbled on his lip. “I’m not against playing with others when Sam wishes it, but….”

Booming laughter burst from Deacon and Sam.

“No, pet,” Sam said. “Deacon wants to know what you remember of Kade’s limits and likes.”

“Oh,” Jake squeaked, face and neck flushing bright red. “I-I didn’t mean….”

“It’s okay, Jake.” Deacon grinned at Jake’s reaction. Sam had warned him Jake would probably go there. Of course, it was good to know Jake might be up for something with Kade later on. Maybe. “I can see why you would have thought that, but what I really need right now is your thoughts.”

K
ADE
SWALLOWED
hard, wondering what Deacon was planning. Kade knew he was the topic of discussion while the three were in the kitchen, though with the door closed, he wasn't able to hear anything.

Sam came back to the front room and sat with him. Sam was nice and polite, but it wasn’t until Deacon and Jake reentered the room that Kade truly relaxed.

They had a lovely dinner with Jake and his Dom, Sam. Deacon placed him on his special cushion and fed him, one hand usually touching him in some way. Whether it was threading his fingers through Kade’s hair, brushing his fingertips up and down Kade’s throat, or resting his hand on Kade’s shoulder, Deacon seemed determined to keep physical contact with Kade the entire time. Not that Kade was much better; Deacon allowed him to curl his hand around Deacon’s leg throughout the meal.

Jake sat beside Kade on his own cushion, though his didn’t have the high back or the depth Kade needed. The fact Jake knelt properly barely fazed Kade when he saw the look of pride in Deacon’s eyes.

Deacon kept him in the cage all through dinner and desert, and that was an event Kade would not soon forget. Not with the teasing kisses between bites of fruit, the socked foot that nudged and caressed his sac and caged cock, and the knowledge Jake was going through the same thing beside him.

When Jake leaned down to hug Kade as the two men were leaving, he startled Kade when he brushed his lips lightly over Kade’s before saying good-bye. Kade sat staring even after the front door closed, and it was once again just Deacon and him in the large house.

“Are you ready to go upstairs, boy?” Deacon’s voice was lower than it had been while their friends were there; the note of demand made his trapped cock want to harden. It wasn’t comfortable, but even that small pain he kind of liked.

“Yes, Sir. Should I grab my bag first?” Kade stared at Deacon’s throat, unable to look away but wanting to show his willingness to submit at the same time.

Deacon cupped Kade’s cheek, tracing his bottom lip with one thumb. “That would be a good idea. I have a few things planned for us, so get everything you need and then we will go up.”

Kade sat on the couch as Deacon carried his chair and bags up the ornate steps, then quickly returned to carry Kade upstairs. This time Kade knew what to do and headed straight for the playroom door. Once inside, he stripped and folded his clothes, placing them on the small table by the door. It wasn’t a quick process
—
thanks to his legs it never would be
—
but he was confident and eager, which made a huge difference in his outlook on the slow pace he needed. He then wheeled to the center of the room, positioned himself as best he could, and waited.

Kade heard Deacon moving around behind him and to the side, but without moving his head, he was unable to see what Deacon was doing.

When Deacon finally spoke again, Kade startled slightly, the sound so wanted but unexpected by that time. “You must be completely honest with me and promise to use your safe words if you need, boy.” Deacon stood behind him; one large hand settled on Kade’s shoulder, the other massaged the base of his skull. “You will be bound, blinded, and I intend to use the cane tonight. The cage will come off, but your release is still mine to give or keep.”

Kade shivered, wanting what Deacon described so badly he could taste the exquisite bite and bloom of pain already. He nodded but then thought about it. More often than not, his previous Doms had caned his legs or ass. His legs had little feeling, and as he sat all the time, he wasn’t certain his bottom would be the best choice either. Nibbling on his bottom lip, he thought about how to ask, not wanting to sound anything less than happy to serve. “Where, what part will be receiving your strikes, Sir?”

“Your back, boy. I want you to
feel
it, but I also want you to retain your independence. Don’t worry. Once we begin, there is to be no talking.” Deacon breathed words against Kade’s ear. “However, I do want all your moans. All your screams, every little bit of your pleasure and pain is to be given voice.” Moving back, his voice strong again, he added, “Understood?”

His nod was fast and the smile wide, though he knew Deacon couldn’t see it. He didn’t care. He was vibrating with need, both to please and to receive anything Deacon was willing to give.

“I need your words. I told you, I do not play without consent.”

“Sorry. Yes, Sir. Thank you for giving me the chance to serve you.”

“Good.”

Deacon moved around in front of Kade, his feet bare, as was his chest, but his black slacks still sat low on his hips. He removed the cage but left the rings around Kade’s cock and sac in place. He moved Kade to a large, wedge-shaped body pillow, laying him on his stomach. Deacon spent time arranging him before he retrieved a long, coiled black rope. “I will put the blindfold on you last. For now, stay loose and let me know if anything hurts.”

Kade kept quiet, wishing Deacon would hurry.

Instead of doing anything with the rope, though, Deacon started by massaging Kade. He began at the base of Kade’s skull and worked his way down Kade’s back to his cheeks, which he spread wide as he continued to caress and massage. Kade was moaning by the time Deacon shifted one of Kade’s legs to the side. A moment later, his other leg was moved into the exact mirror position, which confused Kade. It was as if he was doing a sideways split, but he couldn’t figure out why the odd position.

Next came the long bamboo pole he had seen against the dresser in the corner. This was placed slightly under his groin, lifting his painfully hard cock away from the cushion so the pole ran along both legs, though his legs didn’t align perfectly with the pole. He decided to add more stretching to his workout so he could do better for his Sir next time.

“So beautiful. Your skin is going to look great bound with the black silk rope, boy.”

Deacon started at his right foot, binding his foot and ankle to the pole before working his way along the leg in an intricate latticework pattern until he reached Kade’s very exposed bottom. “Not too tight? I don’t want your legs cramping or spasming and causing you damage. The only pain intended is to make you fly.”

“N-no, Sir. I work to keep my legs as healthy as I can, but I don’t get the spasms some do.”

Deacon paused to caress the skin under his hands, ghosting his fingers over Kade’s opening and taint, the touch light yet thrilling at the same time. Kade whimpered and shook, wanting, needing more. Until that touch, Deacon hadn’t paid him any attention there, even though he had given Kade the instruction that very first night to be clean and prepared, inside and out.

“Love your sounds.” Deacon continued to tease his hole, slipping the other hand down to caress and lightly squeeze Kade’s balls. “Might have to take a picture of you when I’m done, just so you can see how sexy you look like this.”

Kade moaned, hoping Deacon understood how much he wanted that. He’d never cared to watch himself before, but he wanted to see what Deacon was doing to him. What the end result would be.

As Deacon continued, binding his other leg as he had the first, he continued his words of praise for the sounds Kade made, for how lovely he looked, all bound and spread out like that. When both legs were finished, Deacon produced a second rope. He placed Kade’s arms above his head, wrists together, repeating the lattice rope structure to bind them together from wrist to elbow.

“God, you’re beautiful like this.” Deacon’s voice was husky, dripping sex and promising all kinds of delights to come. “Now the blindfold.”

When he was exactly as Deacon wanted, ass raised, cock tip brushing the soft material of the odd wedge pillow, arms bound above his head, Deacon moved around him, making sure the blindfold was secure. “Can you see anything?”

Kade shook his head, no.

“Good. I’m going to give you a few swats on the ass with my hand, to remind you of the shock being struck brings. Once you are ready, I will move to the flogger and then the cane.” Kade had no doubt he would still love the cane; he had taken to it fast in the early days of his training and loved it. “What are your safe words again?”

“Lemon for yellow and cinnamon for red, Sir.”

“Perfect, boy. Now remember, I want to hear your pleasure.”

Before Kade could nod again, he felt the first strike of Deacon’s hand. It wasn’t hard, but he felt it. By the third one, heat spread across his skin, and while it didn’t hurt, he was harder than ever, and he felt the muscles tensing in anticipation. A few more and his moans slipped out again, his excitement and need making his head swim and his heart race.

Deacon continued whispering words of praise, pausing to caress his ass and back. He didn’t spend long with the spanking, but Kade knew that was only a warm-up of sorts.

When Deacon moved around him, Kade’s breath stuttered in his throat at the first light touch of a new object against his back. “Are you ready?”

Kade nodded and moaned, hoping to make his excitement known.

Deacon began by teasing his back with a flogger, taking it slow. The moans tore out of Kade from the first strike. He pushed up into the strikes as much as he could, the bite and pain blossoming across his skin, quickly shifting to pleasure. Kade lost himself in the joy and pleasure each hit gave him.

When Deacon stopped, suddenly running his hands over Kade’s skin, pushing against the hot flesh of his back, Kade groaned. His body cried out for more, though he managed to remember not to yell for more, because that was for Deacon to choose.

“So, so beautiful. Your cries, such sweet gifts. It is time for more, though, boy. We will begin with three. Count them for me. You may add your thanks if you wish. But remember, no other words.”

Only a whimper managed to come out as Kade shook and silently begged for the cane Deacon had promised. The sound of it being swung made Kade even harder and his breath catch. When the first crack of the cane hitting his back sounded Kade cried. The pain was so sharp, he forgot to say one until he heard Deacon’s voice. “Count, boy.”

“One,” he sobbed. “Th-thank you, Sir.”

The second strike was higher, the pain amplified by pain already there and by his arousal. He cried out again, barely able to push out the word. “Two.”

When the third hit landed, Kade screamed, his body writhing of its own accord, his mind floating, nothing but the pain turned pleasure and bliss touching him. Hands touched him, one wrapping around his cock. Fingers pushed at his throbbing hole, filling him, sliding in and out.

He had no idea how much time had passed when Deacon’s voice filtered through the fog surrounding his mind. “Come for me, boy. Show me how much you feel.”

A scream of joy, of “Sir” ripped out of him, and he toppled over into nothingness. The world whited out, and all that was left was pleasure like he’d never known and the joy of pleasing his Sir.

Sometime later, Kade blinked his eyes open, momentarily confused. Instead of being bound on the floor, he was on his side with Deacon wrapped tightly around him. The pressure against his back caused the pain to spike in places, but that, he figured, had probably extended the time he was in his space, existing but not. One of Deacon’s arms was curled around him, his fingers lightly caressing the skin under it.

“Welcome back,” Deacon murmured against Kade’s ear.

“What? Uh, thank you.” Kade croaked. His throat hurt, but he expected that. He knew he had screamed his head off. He just hoped the neighbors hadn’t heard him.

The rumbling laugh against his back made him smile. “You’re welcome. Here,” Deacon continued, helping Kade turn over. When Kade focused, he realized Deacon was completely naked and holding a fresh bottle of water for him to sip. “Careful. Once I’m certain you are okay, I will make you some hot tea. Your throat has to be raw.”

Kade continued drinking, thinking hot tea sounded like a brilliant idea. It had been a very long time since he’d screamed like that, but
God!
“I would like that, if you don’t mind.”

“Rest and I will be right back.”

Curling up again, Kade watched Deacon slip on a pair of sleep pants before leaving the room. He pulled Deacon’s pillow to his chest and held it tight, still not completely focused on the world around him.

Deacon returned with a small teacup, which he set down on the nightstand. He then shed his pants and climbed back in bed. “Should I worry?” he asked, brow raised as he stared at the pillow Kade clutched.