Yup. That worked!
I cleared my throat. “Let me show you the bedroom. I guess it’s the closest we come to a dungeon. If you’re lucky, you might get to spend the night in Master’s cage sometime.”
“C-cage?”
I chuckled at his stutter and opened the door to our bedroom. Wasn’t a whole lot to see; the bed took up most of the space. In fact, we only had one nightstand for that reason. Huge, vaulted window though, with a windowsill I’d padded so Lee could sit there and read.
The wall above the headboard had a bunch of photos of Lee and me, mostly from our vacations, but the rest of the room was bare.
I lifted the bedspread so Franklin could see the cage underneath the mattress. Or more specifically, the wrought-iron framework and bars.
“My goodness, you weren’t joking.” He bent down to check it out. “Have you been forced to sleep there?”
“A few times.” I smirked.
“And you obey him?”
“Of course. He’s my Owner. If I cross a line, he punishes me.”
Franklin straightened again and looked at me with a pensive expression.
I showed him my wrists and turned the bracelets so he could see what was written in the metal.
The Property and Love of Master Kingsley.
“Huh.” He ghosted a finger over the engraving. “Do you take them off when you’re dominant?”
“No. I’m always his property.” And love. “But that doesn’t affect my dynamic with someone else, if that’s what you’re really asking.”
Heat bled onto his cheeks, and he didn’t respond.
I could sense that he wasn’t going to take any initiative with me, but I could also sense his interest. He was always ready to push the envelope a fraction, mainly by steering the conversation to sex and kink.
He made no move to leave the bedroom either. The opposite—he walked over to the window.
“What did you do to be forced to sleep in the cage?” he asked.
He was asking for an answer he didn’t care a whole lot about. He wanted to know something else.
“It doesn’t matter,” I replied. Then I rounded the bed and sat down on the edge, slightly behind him. “I know what could land your ass in there.”
He turned around and looked at me.
This, I wanted to drag out. Ounce by ounce, my body flooded with control and sadistic pleasure.
Franklin Townsend was a gorgeous man—and presumably skilled in most aspects of his life, but not here. Not with this. He was run by stereotypes and first impressions that came straight from porn. When he saw me, he saw someone who was seventeen years his junior. He saw someone who was significantly shorter. And he knew I had a Master. He knew I loved to serve Lee.
So I wasn’t going to pretend to be the opposite. My dominance wasn’t threatened just because my partner was larger or older.
“Are you going to tell me?” he prodded, a hint of impatience seeping through.
I tilted my head and planted my hands behind me on the mattress. “Don’t act like you have the upper hand here, Franklin. You can’t push me around.”
“I wasn’t trying to.” He hurried out the words and sat down next to me. “I apologize.”
He wasn’t sorry. I grinned and shook my head. He’d say anything to get laid.
Lee was probably right. Franklin would end up a hard-core fetishist. An exhibitionist and experimentalist.
“All right—this is a hypothetical scenario,” I said. “But say I had a Daddy. A filthy, perverted degenerate. And he did something inappropriate with his boy… With me.” I watched his eyes darken with lust, and his blush became more pronounced. “That would probably make the boy’s Master royally pissed.”
He drew an unsteady breath and swallowed. “That makes sense. It would be wrong to touch the Master’s property without asking. Especially when Daddy doesn’t have a claim.”
“None whatsoever,” I agreed. “Hell, the boy can throw Daddy in the cage too, if he discovers that Daddy’s been lusting after the boy’s Master and boyfriend. In short, Daddy’s fucked either way.”
His gaze dropped to my mouth for a quick second before he glanced up again. “What if he can’t help himself? What if Daddy’s boy is too irresistible? Would you hold that against him?”
I smiled slowly. Fuck, I wasn’t expecting to get turned on so easily, but I definitely felt desire creeping in.
“I’m not gonna give a desperate whore all the answers,” I murmured. “Daddy will just have to risk it.”
I fucking loved how his breathing pattern changed. He was expressive and free of filters. He didn’t even try to conceal how I affected him.
“It’s an overwhelmingly tempting idea,” he admitted. “That you could be my boy who belongs to someone else.”
It was damn tempting to me too.
“Can we please try that dynamic?” His plea was spoken so quietly I almost missed it. “I just heard of it, and now it’s suddenly the only fantasy I can think about.”