Caged Sanctuary (12 page)

“No.” Kade quickly let it go as Deacon chuckled.

Deacon pulled Kade up so he lay against Deacon’s chest. The cup was then pressed into his hand. “Drink, then sleep, boy. You did so well, so hot.”

Kade drank, the heat helping more than the wetness, as Deacon caressed his skin, brushed kisses against his forehead, cheek, and when Kade handed the empty cup back, his lips.

When they lay down again, Kade immediately burrowed against Deacon as best he could. Just before he fell asleep, he managed to voice one thought, though he wasn’t as loud as normal. “That was, you were… wonderful.”

He thought he heard Deacon say something about Kade being the wonder, but he was too happy and tired to focus. All he managed was a soft sigh as Deacon’s heartbeat and breathing pulled him the rest of the way under.

D
EACON
WATCHED
Kade sleep against him, amazed by the man in his arms. He had monitored Kade carefully in a mirror he had set up before they began the scene, and the moment Kade shifted from pain/pleasure to subspace and bliss was something he was thankful not to have missed. Deacon had been honestly worried Kade might not be ready or able to handle both the flogger and cane, but Kade had surpassed his expectations, nearly causing him to mess up his plans. He had wanted to slam home inside his boy so badly by that point, he’d nearly given in to his desire, but he wanted the first time he was seated deep within Kade to be outside the playroom and the pain. He knew it was important to show his beautiful, stubborn boy he was desirable as a sub and as a man.

A sigh slipped out as he petted Kade’s hair. He was already more attached to the man than he ought to be, but his heart and head were not listening to one another. Deacon frowned as he wondered whether Kade really even wanted a relationship or was simply so starved for touch and dominance that he accepted Deacon’s advances, not caring who the Dom was. Deacon knew what he wanted, but also knew Kade was not ready for him to move things to a more long-term relationship. But he hoped in time Kade would be.

Instead of dwelling and keeping himself awake as he had last time, Deacon forced his mind to calm down, focusing on Kade’s slow, even breathing.

“I’m going to keep you, boy,” he whispered as he settled, pulling Kade tighter against him. “You don’t know it yet, but you are truly going to be mine, and when the time is right, you’ll wear more than a cage for me.”

The last thing he heard was Kade’s muffled words of “Keep me, please.” He couldn’t stay awake long enough to figure out if Kade had heard him or not. He hoped not, even as he thrilled at the thought at least part of Kade wanted to stay with him for more than the night.

“K
ADE
,” D
EACON
whispered against Kade’s ear. He still lay spooned against his boy, warm but hard again.

The groan Kade let out as he snuggled back against Deacon only made him more eager to proceed to the next part of his plan. “Mornin’, Sir.”

If he shifted just so, he could slip into Kade’s tight heat, but he didn’t want to do that quite yet. “Good morning. When you’re ready, I want you to get up and tend to your morning needs. Then I want you, in your lounge pants only, please, to wait at the top of the stairs for me.”

Kade moved until he was facing Deacon, his eyes not open all the way, his skin still soft from sleep. Deacon didn’t think he had ever looked better. “Okay.” He snuggled against Deacon’s chest, his soft breath tickling the hair there. “Cage or no?”

“Not yet, Kade. I’ll put it on you later, but I have other plans for now. I will be back in a little bit, so rest a bit more if you need to, then get ready.” Deacon pressed a kiss to the top of Kade’s head and sighed as he hugged him tight. He wanted to discuss the night before, but… later.

Shortly after Deacon entered the kitchen and began putting together a light breakfast for Kade and himself, Rose came in, carrying a few bags. “Morning, Mr. James.”

“I’m certain I’ve told you to call me Deacon,” he teased, knowing she would ignore him as she always did, but trying again anyway.

“Mmhmm, so I’ve heard. So, where’s your cutie?” she asked, looking around the room as if Kade might be hiding. “I got the herbed cream cheese he said he liked and some bagels to go with your breakfast.”

“He’s upstairs, Rose. And wait, did you say bagels and cream cheese?” Deacon despised bagels, though he knew he was in the minority. When Rose and Kade had talked food the previous weekend, Deacon had sort of tuned out, not interested in their odd ideas of bagel sandwiches and such.

She giggled, a huge smile on her face. “I did, but don’t you worry. I got the bread you prefer for toasting too. And”—she paused, peering over his shoulder at the egg white omelet cooking— “it should go perfectly with what you’re already making.” Rose looked around again. “You want the tray since his chair thingy isn’t in the nook?”

“Yes, thank you.” He frowned as he looked at the bread and bagels she’d set next to him on the counter. He pulled out two slices of the organic sprouted wheat berry bread and a bagel, and popped them into the toaster, then continued his breakfast preparations.

A few minutes later, Rose left to go pick up his dry cleaning and he headed upstairs with the breakfast tray loaded down with two omelets, fresh fruit, toast or bagel, depending on whose plate was whose, juice, and the necessary utensils and napkins. When he reached the landing, Deacon found Kade in dark gray satin sleep pants and nothing else, ready and waiting as instructed. “Hello, my beautiful boy.” He bent and brushed a kiss across Kade’s lips, tasting the mint of his toothpaste. “Follow me, please.”

Deacon continued down the hall, past the playroom and guest bath, stopping when he reached his bedroom door. “This is my room, Kade. I want us to have breakfast together, in bed, but how you settle there and how you behave, are completely your choice. In here, I want us to just be Kade and Deacon.”

He set the breakfast tray on the nightstand, then turned to watch Kade. The bright eyes and quick glances around made Deacon curious, but then Kade smiled, lighting up his entire face. “I love your room, Deacon. So open.” Kade wheeled over to the window seat and stared out the large windows. “I can see the woods behind the house.”

Deacon walked over and placed his hands on Kade’s bare shoulders, caressing the skin under his thumbs. “I enjoy reading, and the light there is perfect, as is the view. Are you hungry? I don’t want it to get cold.”

“Right, sorry. I just, this room is very you. I love it.” Kade turned and rolled over to the bed. They settled in, the covers over their legs. With shoulders, sides, and thighs touching lightly, they began eating. “This is really good. Did Rose make it?”

“No, I did. Though she did buy you the bagel,” Deacon replied, not caring that his dislike of the doughy things was obvious in his voice. “I wanted to talk to you about last night a little.”

Kade swallowed the bite he’d just taken, his gaze darting to meet Deacon’s, but much to Deacon’s annoyance, he looked away. “Did I do something wrong?” He asked in such a soft voice, Deacon could barely hear him.

“No, nothing wrong. But that was your first time receiving pain from me, from anyone in a long time from what you’ve said, and you’re moving very gingerly today. I want you to enjoy your time in the playroom, not simply endure it.”

Head snapping up, Kade finally met and held Deacon’s eyes. “I was a little confused about the position and all, but no, everything was wonderful. I, I used to be better, last longer, be able to take more strikes, and if you’ll allow me to, I will again. But no, last night was….” Kade shivered, his eyes dilated as he stared over Deacon’s shoulder.

“I’m glad.”

“Did you really take a picture like you said? While I was bound?”

Deacon chuckled at the shy but eager voice. “That I did, both before we started and before I released you and carried you to bed. Once you finish eating, I will even let you see how beautiful you were in your service.”

Kade nodded and started to eat again, a little faster than before. Amused and eager to move to the next part of his morning, Deacon dug into his food, enjoying simply spending time with Kade.

When they were both done, Deacon placed the tray on the floor and then turned to Kade. He ghosted his fingers over one of Kade’s small nipples, the image of them in clamps flashing through his mind, but he pushed it away, determined to do this as equals, not Dom and sub. The way Kade shivered at the slight touch warmed him. Taking his time, he caressed his lover, tracing his fingers down Kade’s chest and abs, thrilling at the small whimpers he let out. He noted Kade’s hands clutching over and over but not moving to touch. “Kade, you don’t need permission to touch me. You have it.”

The reaction was immediate. Kade leaned in, taking Deacon’s lips in a kiss so hungry it bordered on violence. He hummed into it, devouring Kade’s lips, deep growls, and reveling in how Kade’s hands were suddenly everywhere at once. Deacon couldn’t get enough of the sound, taste, or feel of the man in his arms.

Leaning down, he shifted Kade until he could settle in the V of Kade’s body, his skin pressed tight to his beautiful lover’s. He slid down Kade’s chest, kissing and nipping as he moved, taking his time to tease and worry each nipple before moving down his abdomen. He paused to tease around the divot there, then pulled back, panting slightly as he looked up. Kade’s hands hadn’t left him the entire time. They had moved from his back to his shoulders to then thread through his hair, and the sweetest little moans and mewls ever poured out of his perfect, kiss swollen lips.

“I want to be inside you, Kade.”

Kade gulped. “You, really?”

“God, yes. But only if you want me.”

“I want you to, please.”

Deacon helped Kade remove his bottoms, then shed his own clothes, reveling in the devouring look Kade gave him. He stopped long enough to retrieve the lube and a condom from the nightstand before climbing back onto the bed. He knew Kade kept himself prepared, and Deacon had even penetrated him the night before, but only with his fingers, so he took his time. The last thing he wanted was to cause actual pain to his beautiful boy.

He moved Kade’s legs wider apart and then warmed the liquid in his palm before tracing a single digit up and down his crease, touching but not stopping as he grazed his hole. Deacon couldn’t take much teasing himself, though, not with the thought of finally being inside Kade.

“Oh, God! Please, Deacon,” Kade begged as he shook.

“Can you hold your legs?” When Kade nodded, Deacon lifted each in turn, making certain Kade had a good grip on his thighs before releasing him. “Damn! So beautiful.”

Taking his time, Deacon opened the tight opening, first with one finger, then progressing to two, then three as he added more lube each time, pumping and scissoring as he continued. He smiled when Kade whimpered, deliberately hitting Kade’s happy spot every few thrusts.

When Deacon pulled his fingers free, Kade growled but stopped the moment Deacon tore the condom package open. Their eyes met and he reveled in how Kade’s pupils were blown and already glassy. Deacon quickly sheathed and slicked his dick thoroughly before repositioning himself. He knew they had only been together since last weekend, but as he pressed slowly inside Kade for the first time, his heart gave a squeeze of its own. He moved in slow, careful motions, rocking into Kade’s hot, tight little body.

Finally, he sat flush against Kade’s ass, feeling how Kade gripped him. He paused to catch his breath and calm, then moved so Kade’s legs were draped over his shoulders. After a moment, Deacon started to move, slow full strokes in and out of Kade. It didn’t take long before the combination of sounds and begging from Kade mixed with his own need and drove him to hurry things along.

Pushing forward, letting Kade’s legs slide down his arms so he could hold Kade open, he began snapping his hips, driving in as deep as he could, moving faster. He continued his punishing pace, reveling in how perfect Kade felt, how Kade clutched Deacon’s forearms, and the exquisite sounds falling nonstop from his lover’s lips.

Deacon kissed him, pushing inside with his tongue, needing to be inside Kade in every way possible right then. They kissed and rocked together, but when Deacon changed his angle slightly, Kade slammed his head against the bed, keening as he flailed under Deacon.

Unable to hold out any longer, he ground out for Kade to stroke himself. He managed to last a few more thrusts before it all became too much. Hoping Kade could hear him and would react as he had before, Deacon barked, “Come for me!” Seconds later his eyes slammed closed as he roared out his release.

Lost in sensation, he barely heard Kade scream “Fuck!” Deacon managed to open his eyes enough to watch as stream after stream of milky liquid shot from Kade, streaking them both. A little even landed on Kade’s face as he thrashed.

Collapsing on top of Kade, Deacon released his legs. Kade clung to him, breathing heavily as Deacon worked to calm himself and Kade. He stayed inside Kade, not yet ready to move. When Kade finally opened his eyes and looked at him again, Deacon smiled. “Hello,” he said before leaning in to lick the trickle of come off Kade’s cheek. “Damn, you taste as good as you feel, baby.”