“So… it’s safe.”
“It’s safe. I promise.”
Shively chews his lip then nods. “Okay.”
“Do you feel better about it now?”
He nods. “Yeah.”
“I’ll tell you what. When we get home, you have some homework. You’re going to research the fuck out of the Isle of Kala. I want a report when you’re finished. A written report. Three pages.”
He looks horrified, and I laugh. “Looks like we found a punishment that you’re not thrilled about, didn’t we?”
“I hated school,” he says sadly.
“Come here. Back on my dick. Let me think about the second punishment. Or maybe you need three since this one is really in response to you not trusting your alpha to protect you and keeping that to yourself.”
His mouth is already back on me, but I can see his face scrunch. I smile, brushing my fingers through his hair. My smile softens as minutes tick by and I continue to admire my boy.
“I’m going to take care of you, Shiv. I really, really want you to trust me with that. With your privacy. With your safety. With your needs. With your peace.”
Once more, Shively pulls his mouth from me. “I trust you.”
“I need your actions to prove that as well.”
Shively bows his head and takes my dick back in his mouth. I watch for a long time as he suckles. He’s wide awake for a while, but eventually, his eyelids begin to droop. The thing is, I’m not convinced he’s actually sleeping.
While I don’t know much about subspace—something I need to work on learning about—what I think is going on in these moments is Shively losing himself in that state. Or the beginning of it. Maybe he’s not fully reaching it yet.
There’s a lot about this lifestyle that I don’t know. Up until I met Shively… That’s inaccurate. Up until I got involved with Shively, I’d been content with the extent of my education. I was sure I’d be ready if someone presented me with the right opportunity to be their dom.
And maybe I’d have been fine with this exact arrangement with someone else. Part of me thought I’d do a few scenes here and there and call it a day. Dabble as a dom.
This is different. I know some necessary conversations haven’t been had. I’m not comfortable promising things I don’t fully understand, so I’ve put the conversations off. That’s why I want some guidance. That’s why I want to talk to another dom. That’s what I’m hoping to get out of this trip.
I also don’t want Shively to feel uncomfortable. The cottage I booked us is completely private. There are no others around for quite a ways. It’s been built on one of their new islands, one that snakes through the others and provides the exact kind of landscape to allow private cottages within a resort like this.
We’ll have our privacy, and we’ll have the means to meet some other kinksters. Some other doms and their subs, anyway. I’m still a little fuzzy if we would call ourselves kinksters or not.
We’ll have a week to just be together. Learn together. To explore this relationship in a way that hockey hasn’t allowed us. I’m looking forward to complete privacy where there’s no chance of interruption.
In that time, maybe we’ll be able to determine if this is simply something we’re trying on or something we want to grow into something serious. In my heart, I think I want something serious. I want Shively Myers to remain in my life, just like this.
The thought makes me grin. Okay, maybe notjustlike this. He doesn’t need to suck my dick all the time. But like this—intimate. Trusting. Comfortable.
Maybe I’m making a mistake by bringing him there. Maybe this will be the thing that tries his trust in me a little too much. But if we’re going to grow as a couple, especially if we want to continue this dom/sub relationship outside of the bedroom like we’ve been dabbling in, Ineedsomeone to learn from. I need a mentor.
It wouldn’t hurt Shively to make some connections with other submissives, either. I know he’s scared that this trip is going to out us, but I think it’ll help us grow more than anything. We won’t be outed—not our sexuality and not our relationship.
We’re going to be okay. With any luck, we’re going to leave Kala at the end of the week much, much closer than we arrived.
CHAPTER 24
SHIVELY
I’ve never beento a surprise wedding before. When Ren brought it up a while ago, I admittedly forgot about it until he took off after our game last night for a “hockey thing,” giving me the reminder that I needed to cover if Felton asked about it.
He wouldn’t ask. I’m under the impression that Felton doesn’t question Ren much. It’s sweet.
