He looks down, at the mess between us—I need to tip my cleaners better—and chuckles. “No, I’d prefer not to break it to her like this.” He fishes his keys out and unlocks me, and my cock immediately springs to life between us.
I figured he’d let me up, but instead he smiles as he wraps his fingers around my erection and strokes. “A little more fun before we head upstairs. That okay with you, boy?”
I lean in and kiss him. “Sir’s choice.”
Chapter Eleven
Then
“Are you sure this is a good idea, Ma’am?”
I’m standing behind her in her bathroom early this Saturday evening and looking at her in her mirror as she finishes applying her makeup.
“Why wouldn’t it be, boy? We’ve had dinner at George and Ellen’s plenty of times before.”
“I mean…” I swallow nervously. “What’ll they…say?” We’re six months into this and I’m staying at her house—in her bed, this time—during winter break. Yesterday evening, she had me kneeling on the floor in front of where she sat on the couch. I was naked, except for a leather collar and cuffs, when George’s wife Ellen came over for a visit.
I was mortified, which only seemed to amuse Casey, who then ordered me not to move a fucking muscle or she’d use the cane on me that she’d brought downstairs with her.
Meanwhile, she and Ellen sat and had a long, friendly chat, including comments about me. Not derogatory comments, thankfully. Which was when I realized not only was Ellen kinky—meaning George, too, by default—but that there was a deeply concealed relationship between the women I’d never picked up on before. Something that obviously predated Ellen’s marriage to George.
That Ellen didn’t seem the slightest bit shocked to see me kneeling there indicated to me Casey had warned her ahead of time.
Finally, Casey addressed me. “If you still had any doubts, boy, yes, she’s known about us. Pretty much from the start.” She leaned in and ruffled my hair. “No, she’s not scandalized. By the way, add everything from today’s conversations to the privileged list, understand?”
“Yes, Ma’am.” TheMa’amsstarted getting capitalized on day two of our new relationship, when she introduced me to bondage and spanking and I hit subspace for the first time. “Privileged” is our code for keeping my mouth shut about something.
“There’s a reason I’ve told her what’s going on between us. This is the first chance we’ve had to sit down like this for a while where she wouldn’t be interrupted by the kids or George.”
Casey opened a drawer in the end table next to where she sat on the couch and produced a large manila envelope. Thick one.
She opened it and withdrew the papers but didn’t show them to me yet.
“Declan,” Casey said, “are youreallyhappy with what we have?”
I nodded. “Yes, Ma’am.” While I was shocked and uncomfortable with Ellen’s presence, I know Casey takes no chances. I’ll get used to this, the way I’ve quickly adapted to everything else she’s done or taught me since I agreed to this relationship with her.
Because I was currently happier than I’ve ever been in my life.
“And are you certain you’re okay that I have no desire to get married or have kids?” she asked.
“Yes, Ma’am. I don’t want kids. And I don’t need to be married to be with you.”
I’ve seen the horrors first-hand that can happen to kids, so no, I don’t want any.
I also haven’t even been tempted to cheat on her. Even with school, I manage to see her at least once a week, usually on the weekends, and we text all the time via the Signal app on her personal phone. She also calls me at least once a day. I’m not allowed to masturbate without permission, because she says she wants my mind firmly on her, but at least once during the week she lets me do it while she’s on the phone with me, talking to me, reinforcing her ownership of me as I do it.
She hasn’t said the L-word to me yet, but I don’t expect her to. I do love her, and aminlove with her, and I’ve sworn to myself not to act needy and desperate with her. Ishowher my love in every way I can, by how I act and what I do.
Casey looked me in the eyes. “Are you willing to do this with me for life?” she asked.
I don’t need to be asked twice. “Yes, Ma’am.”
Then she showed me the papers. “Power of attorney, will, and some other items. The reason I wanted Ellen to know about us is in case something…happens to me. I don’t ever want people to think you’re trying to pull a fast one. I’m leaving most of what I have to you, because I don’t have any other family. At some point, you’ll need to decide what you want to do about your will, all of that. Once we reach a point where we can be open with what we have between us, it won’t matter, of course. But until then, I want Ellen as a witness that these are my wishes, and that I’m in a committed long-term relationship with you.”
Tears blurred my eyes. This was better than a fricking marriage license, as far as I was concerned. Casey wasn’t just an attorney—she was a very careful, conscientious attorney. If she took these steps forme, it meant she was serious. “Yes, Ma’am. Thank you.”
She smiled and tucked the paperwork back into the envelope. Then she motioned for me to come to her, to kneel between her legs so she could hug me. “My sweet, beautiful boy. We are going to have many fun years between us.”
