“Since we’re getting married soon, I think it’s important we spend some more time learning about each other, don’t you, kitten?” Jack dropped the towel he’d tied around his waist onto the floor.
“Yes, Daddy,” Callum agreed, that raspy fucking alto of his voice shooting straight to Jack’s cock like always.
“You liked getting spanked, didn’t you?”
Callum’s cock answered for him with a noticeable jump against his stomach.
“You see what goes on at Rapture.” Jack tilted his head to the side and studied the lines that formed around Callum’s eyes. “Is that what you want?”
Callum licked his lips. “A bit.”
“That’s not me, kitten,” Jack told him honestly. Callum’s focus didn’t falter though, his eyes trained on Jack as he moved around the bed. He sat next to Callum’s hip and ghosted a finger up the length of Callum’s cock. “Pain hasn’t ever been my thing.”
Jack pinched the head of Callum’s enflamed erection between his fingers and Callum whined, arching off the bed and closing his eyes.
“But I’ll figure it out. For you.”
“Daddy,” Callum panted.
“Flatten your feet. Bend your knees,” Jack instructed, and Callum did.
Jack moved between his spread legs and ran his hands up the inside of Callum’s thighs, breaking contact and slapping his palms hard against the rarely touched skin.
Callum gasped, his head writhing against the pillow. He fisted the sheets in his hands and parted his lips to breathe.
Jack slapped him again, watching the way Callum’s skin pinked and turned white in the shape of Jack’s hands. He struck him again and again, much as he would have if he were spanking his ass.
Callum mumbled incoherently, his cock dripping a steady stream of precum against his belly. Jack dragged his fingers up toward the place where Callum’s thighs folded into his groin, and he pinched the skin tight between the pads of his fingers.
“Fuck!” Callum cried out, his back flying off the bed with a jerk.
Jack pushed him back down with a palm against the chest. “Pain, I’m new to, kitten. Restraints, not so much. Don’t make me use them.”
“You could, Daddy. Fuck,” Callum groaned.
“Too bad you’re not in charge,” Jack told him with a shrug.
Callum just stared at him, breathing heavily. Jack folded Callum’s knees toward his shoulders and used his weight to keep his body bent in half.
“Make yourself come, kitten,” Jack said before promptly burying his face between Callum’s spread ass. He kissed his hole and it was wet and sloppy and Callum came with a shout as soon as Jack pushed his tongue through the tight rim of his ass.
“Jesus,” Callum mumbled after his muscles calmed their tremors.
Jack lowered Callum’s legs to the bed and laughed. Callum’s face was covered in his own cum. A spatter against his cheekbone and nose, a spray against his mouth and a drop on his eyelid. Jack leaned down and licked Callum’s face until he was free of his release.
Callum’s cock lay soft between them, which was exactly how Jack wanted it. He rested back on his heels and pointed to the drawer in one of their new bedside tables.
“Open that.”
Callum rolled over and yanked the drawer open, sticking his hand inside. His face paled, that beautiful flush from his orgasm vanishing in the blink of an eye. He returned to his original position and extended his hand to Jack, dropping the clear plastic chastity cage into his outstretched hand.
“I love you more than life, kitten, and I’ll always take care of you,” Jack swore, maneuvering Callum’s cock and balls into the device. “But don’t ever forget that Daddy’s rules are law.”
23
Callum
Jack had leftCallum in the chastity cage until Friday, letting him out just before he had to leave for work. His cock felt a thousand pounds lighter once it was free of its constraints and it swung freely between his legs, even as it plumped at the memory of Jack locking him up in the first place.
