“I couldn’t do it all the time. And I wouldn’t ask you to.” Even though I’m not one, I understand how hard it is to be a good Dom. I appreciate how much restraint and control it takes to defile someone the way Ronan has done to me, while not hurting someone beyond what’s been agreed.
“I like hurting you.”
“I can tell.”
He makes an amused sound and sets his coffee down beside his thigh.
“I don’t mind normal sex,” I continue.
“Most people don’t,” he says, finger walking toward the bars of the cage. “But it’s better like this, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“I don’t need to do it like we’ve been doing it to hurt you, though,” he says.
“I didn’t think you did.”
“So, sometimes like last night, but always to some degree of it?”
“That sounds like a dream,” I whisper.
“I’m inclined to agree with you. Now eat your breakfast.”
I bite into a fatty strip of bacon. The grease oozes against my tongue, and it’s perfect. I devour my meal and the leftovers from Ronan’s plate that he feeds me by hand through the bars.
“Kevin,” he says, clearing his throat after our coffee has cooled to room temperature. It should be weird that I’m still in this cage and he’s still out there, but it’s not in the slightest, and I don’t know if that says more about me or him.
“Yes, Ronan?”
“What do you do for work?”
I bark out a laugh and bump my head into the top of the cage. It’s such an absurd question, after the things we’ve done.
“I’m an architect. What about you?”
“I’m a doctor.”
I laugh again. “How inappropriate.”
“I have an off schedule during the week. I’m not always around.”
“I work late,” I tell him. “Deadlines.”
“Weekends are good, though.”
“Yes.”
“We’ll figure the rest out?” He stands up and brushes crumbs off his pants.
“Yes, Ronan,” I rasp.
He flips the latch on the cage and the door swings open again. “Come on.”
I crawl because there’s no other way out, and I hesitate once I am out, because I don’t know if I have permission to stand. More so, I don’t know if Iwantpermission to stand.
He seems to sense my internal struggle, and he pats his thigh, so I crawl toward him and nuzzle my face against his leg. I’ve never done this before. It’s not a kind of submission I’m familiar with, but it comes naturally, so I don’t fight against it.
“Let’s get you clean.”
