“When will you be back?” Collin’s voice asked off-screen.
“In a few days. No more than three.”
“All right, that isn’t so bad, now is it, kid?”
Sage shook his head quickly, his eyes still downcast.
“Will you eat?” Zevon asked.
A nod.
“Good. Collin will tell me if you don’t.”
“We’ll be good now, I think,” Collin said, moving the phone so his face was seen. “You look well, kiddo.”
“I’m getting there.”
“Good. I’ll be stopping by once Zev gets back here. I think someone misses him.”
“If you need to go…” I trailed off, looking at Zevon.
“No. It’ll do Sage some good to not be with me for a few days. I know I sure need it.”
“Sounds like you need to talk to someone,” I hinted.
“I’ve got you,” he smiled my way. “Talk to you later, Collin.” With that, he hung up the phone and let out a huge sigh.
“All right,” I said, moving so one foot dangled off the couch and the other was folded underneath me. “Talk to me.”
“There’s nothing to talk about,” Zevon grumbled.
“Zevon.” I was just happy to have a reason to get out of my own head for a few minutes. Of course, I’d listen to whatever he needed to get off his chest. That wasn’t an issue at all.
“Fine,” he huffed, rubbing his hands down his face. “I don’t know how to handle him most of the time. He always fricken looks at me like I’m his master. He waits for a command to do anything. That includes fucking peeing or eating. He’s frightened of every little noise and always says what he thinks I want to hear. It’s like he has no personality.”
“How long had he been…ah…a slave?” I hated saying that word. It felt filthy coming out of my mouth.
“I don’t know. He won’t answer anything when I ask, and believe me. I’ve asked.”
“Then you have to assume he’s been trained to cater to whoever is in charge for years,” I said after thinking it over. “He doesn’t understand what normal is. I sure didn’t; I still don’t. What Sage needs is someone to show him whatisnormal. Coax him slowly into doing something new and out of his comfort zone.”
“Collin said I should try to become a Dom,” Zevon said sadly. “But not the whole hitting, sex, crap. Like the daddy type that makes sure he’s growing as a person. Just to have that demanding thing going on to get through to him. Apparently, I’m too soft.”
“Collin may be right there. Sage needs something like that, I think. It’s what’s he’s used to. Having rules, I mean. I don’t see you ever being bossy to him, though.”
“I have to be bossy,” Zevon huffed. “I don’t like it, actually. I never like to tell people what to do, hence why I do better with taking orders then giving them out. I’m not into the whole BDSM thing.”
“What’s that?” I wrinkled my nose.
“Kinky sex. Some people are into the wholechain me up and take meway. Well, there’s more than that. Trust is first, but that’s not me.”
“Okay,” I said, moving so I sat cross-legged and faced him on the couch. “Slow down here. Peoplewantto be chained up?”
“Sorry,” he said sheepishly. “I forget you aren’t up to date on the popular stuff.” He then went on, explaining the simple version—at least, that’s what I hope it was—about this lifestyle was. Most of it went in one ear and out the other, although I got the picture well enough.
“It’s not all about sex,” he finished off. “It’s much more than that. Doms like to set rules, but it’s the subs that really have overall say. But to my research, Daddy Doms are more loving, forgiving, and soft, I guess, is the best way to put it. They take care of all of their partner’s needs.”
“Which you have been doing, right?”
