“Y-yes, Sir.”
He releases the key and I thread it onto my keyring, next to Susa’s house key.
That seems like a fitting place to put it.
He adds one to his keyring. There are two more keys, and three more locks, and they were all keyed alike. I don’t know what he’s going to do with them since he sets them aside, for now.
“To answer your obvious question, no, you won’t normally be wearing the tag on that collar. I’ll have to order a more appropriate one. That tag will go on your play collar.”
“Play collar, Sir?”
“The leather one. But you will be wearing that collar normally.Mine.”
My cock twitches at the possessive tone in his voice. I have a feeling if Mom showed up and tried to assert authority over me right this minute, Carter would stand and get in her face and say exactly that word in that way.
Mine.
He quickly buckles the leather collar on me, and the wrist and ankle cuffs. He checks the fit of the bit gag and the blindfold and has me kneel in front of him.
“You can talk around the gag,” he assures me. “I’m well-versed in gagspeak.”
I nod. I’m blind and mute. My ears listen for any sound I can make out.
Startled at the feel of his hand coming to rest on the top of my head, I’m quickly soothed as he once again rubs my scalp as he did earlier. He also presses on the side of my head, making me lean so my head rests against his thigh.
“Just sit there for a minute, boy,” he whispers. “This isallyou have to do, is kneel, breathe, and wait on me to tell you what to do next.”
Something about the way he’s rubbing my head, combined with being blindfolded, and I soon find myself slipping into that quiet mental space I occupied earlier.
My mind completely empties as I focus on breathing, the warmth of his thigh against my face, the way his hand strokes my head.
I feel like I’m the center of his universe right now.
He feels like the center of mine.
I’m starting to get it.
Around us, the AC kicks on, I hear a neighbor somewhere behind Susa’s house crank a lawnmower, but these things can’t penetrate the rapidly expanding velvet bubble in my mind.
I can see the two of us, alone, with no distractions.
No one pulling his attention from me.
His hand stills but remains on my head. “How’s my boy?”
I take a deep, satisfying breath. “Good, Sir,” I mumble around the gag.
“Excellent. Another five minutes, then we’ll try something else.”
I…strangely find I don’t want to move. “Only five?”
He chuckles, his fingers moving against my scalp again. “How about ten?”
I sigh, contented, wishing this sweet mental silence would never end. “Thank you, Sir.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Carter removes my blindfold so I can switch out the laundry, then has me return to the living room and kneel in front of where he’s sitting on the couch.
