Caged Sanctuary (26 page)

“Actually, I may know of someone who could help you. When
—
” Jake paused and swallowed hard. “When I was hurt last year, it was one of the Doms at the club who told me about someone to talk to. Someone who could maybe help me with the panic attacks I had and still do once in a while.”

Kade looked at Jake, confused. “Panic attacks? I don’t remember you saying anything like that. I’ve never seen you have one, at least.”

“It’s rare but you saw the long scar on my lower back and onto my hip?” When Kade nodded, Jake continued. “When Sam first took over Fierce, I was still just a regular house sub. He took an interest in me but so did another Dom. One that isn’t….”

“Calm and breathe, pet,” Sam interrupted, wrapping his huge arms around Jake. Once Jake’s breathing was better, Sam shifted to face Kade, though he never released Jake. “Someone that is now in jail for a very long time hurt Jake, but at the other club he went too off and on. We weren’t exclusive at the time, as I was still insisting I didn’t want a full-time sub. The point is, he was hurt badly, and it had some lasting effects on us both. And I happen to agree with Deacon; I think it would be good for you both. But he’s laid out his demands. It’s time for you to give him yours.”

A
MONTH
and a half later, Kade sat in one of the private rooms of Club Fierce, staring at the silk Thai wrap pants Deacon had bought him for the collaring. There was a replica of the blue and silver roses with black stems and even the thorns embroidered up the right leg of the pants, something that had thrilled him when he’d first seen the pants. He wasn’t usually a rose kind of guy, but both the green leather and lace, and the twin blue and silver leather roses, sat in prominent places on his dresser. Having the roses on his outfit just seemed perfect somehow. The only problem was, his hands were shaking so badly he couldn’t manage to actually put them on.

In half an hour, he was to go out front and be presented to his Dom, then receive his collar in front of everyone in attendance. The only part that made him sad was that Katie wasn’t there, but she’d wanted to celebrate them becoming official partners—or forever boyfriends as she put it—so the following weekend, they were having a huge party at Deacon’s house, a sort of reception. It was fall, but the weather in North Carolina was still plenty warm for such things. Now if he could just get his stupid hands to work.

D
EACON
PACED
in Sam and Jake’s office as he waited for Kade to be ready so they could start the evening. He had already dressed in the new Italian suit Kade picked out and purchased for him. Allowing his boy to buy his attire had been difficult, but it had made Kade so happy, and Deacon had to admit, his boy had taste. He paused to look at himself in the mirror, not wishing to embarrass himself or Kade by going out there disheveled. He would be by the end of the night, but for the collaring, he had to be perfect. Deacon again took in the three-piece gray suit Kade had combined with a black and white Lurex tie. There was a metal pocket chain for the waistcoat, a rose tie clip, rose cufflinks, and a blue and silver rose pendant with crystal rhinestones that fixed through the top edge of the left lapel—which were black, not the gray of the rest of the suit. Beneath that, he wore a black shirt with white collar and cuffs, and a pair of highly polished, black dress shoes.

Satisfied with his appearance, he checked to see if things were ready yet—reminding himself not to run his fingers thought his short blond and red hair—thrilled when he saw Sam sauntering down the hall. “Is he ready?”

“Yes, as are the preparations. I sent Jake in to help him.” Sam grinned. “I figured if he was as nervous as you are, he would probably need help.”

“I’m not ner—”

“Bullshit. You are, and we both know it. I was, too, when I did this very thing with Jake, as you recall.”

Nodding, Deacon grunted. “I know, and I know there’s not really a reason to be nervous. Kade wants this. I want this. We worked through the contract, which I have two copies of—one for us and one for you and Jake to keep, but—”

“Look, he’s ready, you’re ready, let’s go do this and get that collar on your boy so you can show him off properly to all those vultures out there. He’s been the talk of many a Dom since your first visit, so let’s go show ’em who Kade belongs to.”

Deacon strode out to the stage area, determined to not only claim his boy but also keep his wits about him, which was never an easy thing when Kade was concerned. He took one last look at the slightly raised stage, satisfied. The area they were to use wasn’t fancy, but Kade’s special cushion was already in place, as was the small table that held the collar and both copies of their contract. Once the collaring was over, it would be reset with the suspension gear needed for their first—and possibly only—public scene. He and Kade had spoken at length, and while both were open to continuing their play with Sam and Jake—as friends only—Deacon didn’t like the idea of sharing his beautiful boy’s body with others, even visually.

As he watched Kade roll down the aisle they’d made for him, Deacon’s heart swelled with pride. Seeing his boy in nothing but the silk pants and bracelet-cuff was also beyond arousing. He couldn’t wait to strip Kade and bind his sensual, pale body.

“K
ADE
,
PLEASE
join me.” Deacon said. He stood next to Kade’s cushion, tall and imposing as he looked down at Kade.

Kade wheeled to the very edge of the slightly raised area, then stopped and turned to Sam and Jake, who stood nearby. Moments later, Sam sat him on the cushion while Jake moved his chair out of sight. Kade knew that was the plan and he wasn’t really without his chair, but he wanted to be at Deacon’s feet as just him
—
no lifeline, no letting what Gary or others said or did in the past into their bonding. “Thank you, Sir.”

Deacon turned and faced the assembled guests
—
some Doms, some subs, and a few kink-friendly friends
—
and smiled. “Welcome, everyone. Kade and I would like you all to witness our joining this evening.” His gaze again landing on Kade, he continued. “It is my intent to offer you my collar as a sign of both your submission to me, and as my oath of love and protection to you. Are you ready to take the next step with me?”

His heart racing, he swallowed and nodded. “Yes, Sir.” Kade’s voice cracked, but he ignored it and continued. “You have given me so much since we met—love, respect, joy—so it would be my honor to bear your collar always.” Kade bowed his head even lower. “I offer my heart, my body, my life to you.”

“Thank you, Kade. Look up for me, please.”

When Kade did, he saw Deacon now held the collar he’d had modified from what they had seen those months ago. It was from the same jewelry store Deacon had purchased his bracelet. The collar was a small box chain, slightly thinner than his bracelet. It was shorter than originally designed so it would lie at the base of his throat like a loose choker. The pendant was the military dog tag style; the edge was metal but the rest of it was the unusual pietersite stone—various shades of blue and black with thin veins of reddish brown threaded throughout. On one side of the stone was a small rectangle of metal with DJ inscribed on it and the date.

“By accepting this collar, I vow to protect you, push your limits, respect your needs in all things, honor the gift of yourself you so freely have given me, and to joyfully share all I have with you as we share our lives and hearts.” Deacon bent down and carefully placed the cool metal chain around Kade’s superheated skin, closing the locking clasp in the back, then pressing a soft kiss to Kade’s lips. “I promise to never violate the trust you have given me today.”

“I will honor you and our relationship above all others, and gladly submit myself to your will in all things. I pledge to you to work to always be open and honest with you and be the best partner and boy I can for you.” Kade bent forward, having practiced until he no longer flailed, pressing his lips to each of Deacon’s shoes in turn, before pushing back up into his modified presentation position. He heard the sharp intake of breath from above him and smiled, though he knew Deacon couldn’t see. “Thank you for loving me, Sir. I will wear your collar with pride and love always.”

Deacon knelt in front of Kade, his voice strained with obvious emotion, and said, “Thank you. I accept your submission and welcome your love.” He then stood and motioned to the table and the contract upon it. “There’s one more thing we need to do, boy. We have discussed and negotiated every point in the contract laid out here. It’s only a piece of paper and holds no actual power but that which we give it. Are you ready to sign?”

“Please, Sir. I want nothing more than to be yours in all ways.”

After they each signed on their respective lines, Sam and Jake signed as their witnesses and keepers. Once done, Deacon gathered Kade into his arms and lifted him. Kade fought the tears that continued to threaten as he looked up into Deacon’s handsome face. As Deacon stepped down to the main floor, clapping and congratulations began circulating through the room. Deacon returned him to his chair once Jake brought it back, and they spent the next little while mingling with their friends, both new and old, neither moving more than a step or two from the other.

K
ADE
WAS
nervous as Deacon rolled a condom—a blue one; one day he would have to ask what was with Deacon’s love of blue—on his uncaged cock, and laid him out. He then began the intricate knotwork with bright blue ropes along his body. It had been years since he had done a public scene, and it had never been like this. The weight of his collar shifted on his throat, sending thrills through him as the pendant moved.

Deacon worked the rope along both legs to his hips, making a harness around his lower back and hip joints. He then repeated the shibari along his arms. Before he continued, Deacon leaned in, whispering against his ear, his deep voice dancing over Kade’s skin like a caress. A little tender. A whole lot wicked. “Remember, I want to hear your sounds of need, your cries of pleasure and pain. They are all mine, my boy, just as your body, your heart, and soul are.”

The only sound Kade could manage was a soft whimper as Deacon looped and fashioned the shoulder harness portion around him. He was face down and knew he would stay in that position when lifted by the suspension gear above him.

A few minutes later, Kade was suspended in the air by the silk ropes bound around him and nothing else. His muscles twitched in anticipation. Even the slight movement of air across his skin made him want to weep already. Deacon slowly circled him, touching him on his back, sides, neck, randomly as he moved. Finally, he stopped in front of Kade and lifted his head so Kade could see his face. “I’m going to place your blindfold on now, boy. First, though, what are your words?”

“Cinnamon for stop and lemon for slow down or pause, Sir.”

Petting Kade’s hair, Deacon smiled and nodded. “Good. Now, close your eyes and enjoy.” He then placed and tied the blue silk blindfold in place.

Once Kade lost sight, everything seemed sharper, louder. The random touching started up again, making him want to squirm, though bound and suspended as he was, he couldn’t. The moans and whispered comments of the crowd he pushed away, focusing on Deacon and what he would do next only. When the soft leather falls of a flail danced across Kade’s back, he sighed, knowing how good Deacon was with his toys. At first, they only stroked up and down his exposed back, but eventually they disappeared moments before the swish and thwack of the first strike. With each successive hit, his need tightened and his moans got louder.

He had no sense of time with his eyes covered, but eventually Deacon stopped with the flogger, petting and caressing down Kade’s back with his hands. “So beautiful, boy. You make me want you so much.”

“Wa-want you too, Sir.”

Kade started a moment later when he felt something touch his very exposed sac and cock. A moment later he realized it was Deacon’s hand. Deacon stroked him a few times, increasing his desire, then pulled away. The sudden series of loud smacks along his inner thighs, he barely felt, but Deacon had done that before, to let him have some warning before…. Kade gasped and groaned as his balls were struck over and over by what Kade knew was a short crop. He had seen it in the items Deacon packed for the evening, but still, the delicious pain stole his breath even as shocks of lightening shot from his dick, up his spine, and back again.

Deacon continued torturing his cock, balls, and even his hole and cheeks some, interspersing words of praise as he did so. Kade couldn’t think or speak other than moans of “more” and “please,” needing more but knowing his pleasure was Deacon’s to command and decide upon. Having been actively denied for the last week only made it worse, but Kade was determined to please his Sir, no matter how long or wonderfully he tormented Kade.