Caged Sanctuary (27 page)

D
EACON
WAS
so hard he already hurt in his slacks, having stripped down to nothing but his suit pants. Listening to Kade’s whimpers and moans was bliss, as was watching his cock bounce and his sac tighten as he continued to slap again and again with his crop.

When he heard Kade’s sounds change tone, he stopped, not wanting him to shift into subspace yet. He had a while still to go before then. He slid the crop up Kade’s back, across his neck and cheek, to his lips. When he opened his mouth, Deacon smiled. Yes, that’s exactly what he was hoping for.

Stepping up next to Kade’s head, Deacon lifted Kade’s face. He pushed his tongue into Kade’s mouth, plundering there rough and deep. Biting and sucking at his boy’s lips, taking into himself every sweet whimper. He reached under Kade, pinching and twisting his nipples as he continued his assault on Kade’s mouth, reveling in the sharp cries his touch elicited.

Releasing Kade finally, Deacon made quick work of his pants’ fasteners and zipper. He groaned when he stroked himself once before tapping Kade’s cheek with his cock. Kade immediately opened his mouth, turning his head toward his dick. The first touch of Kade’s lips, the first swipe of his talented tongue, forced Deacon to bite the inside of his cheek for fear of coming too soon. He allowed Kade to control the pace of his sucks and licks for a few moments before taking hold of Kade’s head and starting slow, controlled thrusts.

Deacon reveled in how hard Kade worked to please him, his use of tongue, lips, and teeth just the way Deacon preferred. Speeding up gradually, he drank in the sounds spilling out of Kade’s mouth as he worked Deacon’s flesh expertly. Eventually he increased his speed, thrusting, though careful not to hurt his boy, into Kade’s sweetness with more force.

Kade didn’t pause or struggle, just took everything Deacon gave, moaning and sucking harder until Deacon couldn’t take it anymore, his orgasm refusing to be held back any longer. When he finally let go, he thrust in and held still as he filled Kade’s mouth and throat with his seed, reveling in the power and sensations as Kade swallowed repeatedly, causing aftershocks before he finally pulled away.

Panting, Kade managed to force out, “Thank you, Sir,” as Deacon tucked himself back in.

“You’re welcome, boy. I love you.”

“L-love you too, Sir.”

“Mmm…. Since you’ve been so good, I’m going to give you six strikes with the cane on your lovely back. I want you to count each one out loud. You may thank me, if you wish, but remember, I want your pain, your sounds, your bliss.”

“Yes, Sir,” Kade acknowledged, his voice strong and needy. “You’re so good to me.”

Deacon picked up his cane and moved into position, having deliberately suspended Kade to leave as much of his back free as possible. He swung it a few times, letting Kade hear the sound of it before actually landing his first blow. When he did, he struck, held the cane in place for a long moment, then pulled away, admiring how Kade’s back colored along the line he watched welt beautifully.

“One. Thank you, Sir.”

The second strike was higher and a touch harder, but Deacon was careful not to injure his love.

“Two, Sir.” He groaned. “Th-thank you.”

His next two hits were faster, not giving Kade time to speak between hits.

Kade yelled but then moaned. “Three. Four.” He panted and Deacon waited, needing to make sure Kade was ready and still okay. “Love you, Sir,” Kade finally said.

“Such a good boy, love. You make me so proud. Only two more, now. I want to hear you.” As he said the final word, he brought the cane down again, watching as the new line blossomed across the pale skin beneath it.

Kade cried out, and Deacon saw the tears streaking Kade’s face as he panted through the pain, knowing how much Kade loved working with it as it turned to pleasure. “F-five, Sir. Oh God, thank you.”

Deacon took a moment to take in how beautiful Kade was, how much he loved his boy, before he gifted him his final strike, knowing that was as far as Kade could go before flying. As the line bloomed and Kade howled again, he heard the shift, the pain sounds turn to moans as Kade sagged. The sounds didn’t stop, making Deacon hard again. He wouldn’t take his boy out here, though. That’s what the private room Kade had used to dress in was for.

Taking a deep breath, Deacon absorbed the sounds of Kade surrendering to him and the place he always went in his head during such times. Before he forgot himself and his intentions, he stepped to Kade’s side, wrapped his fingers tight around Kade’s covered cock and gave him strong strokes. “Come for me now.”

Kade arched his back and moaned as Deacon continued to stroke until he gave one last shudder and went completely limp. A few moments later, the sounds around him came back into focus. He had been so fixated on his boy he hadn’t paid attention to anyone else in the room. When Sam stepped up beside him, he turned and smiled.

“You still want help getting him down?” Sam asked, his voice rough with lust, though his eyes stayed on Deacon only.

Nodding, he handed the cane to Jake, and together they had Kade down and cleaned up quickly. Ignoring the crowd still watching—hoping for more, he assumed—Deacon lifted Kade in his arms, his boy nuzzling at Deacon’s chest as he continued to float in his own little world. “Please bring his chair,” he said to Jake. “And thank you both for all your help and support tonight.”

As he carried Kade down the long hall to their private room, he felt happier and lighter than he ever remembered. Kade was his permanent, contracted boy and had submitted so beautifully, it had nearly brought Deacon to his knees. He entered the room and set Kade on the bed, careful of his back, before he thanked Jake again and moved the chair near the bed. He then locked the door and climbed in beside his lover, his partner, his heart.

Deacon held and petted Kade as he watched him, loving how he snuggled into him and sighed more as he slowly came back to himself. Peppering Kade’s face and neck with kisses, Deacon deliberately pressed his hand to Kade’s back, knowing how much Kade loved it.

“Ungh, mmm….” Kade groaned, finally focusing on Deacon as he coiled one arm around him. “Sir?”

“Welcome back, love.” Deacon nibbled at Kade’s lips, needing Kade again as he never had before. He slipped one hand down Kade’s body, teasing his balls lightly, knowing they would be sore from the crop.

“Oh God, Deacon.” He panted, jerking at Deacon’s touch. Kade looked down Deacon’s body and smiled. “Would you…. Can I…?”

“What, boy? What do you want?”

Kade took a deep shuddering breath, then looked up, gaze meeting Deacon’s. “Please take me, fill me. I need to feel you. Love me, please.”

The groan that slipped out came from somewhere deeper inside than he thought possible. “Can’t think of anything I want more, but love, I don’t need to be in you to love you. You have my heart as much as I have yours.”

“I know, but please,” Kade again asked, caressing Deacon. Everywhere he could reach was touched and worshiped.

“Roll over onto your stomach for me, then.” As soon as Kade was in position, a pillow under his hips, Deacon knelt behind Kade, admiring his handiwork even as he gathered the condom and lube needed for this one last piece of his claiming of Kade. Pushing Kade’s legs farther apart, he bent, separating the pink globes of his pert little ass, then zeroing in on the tight opening with his tongue.

“Sir!” Kade yelled, fingers digging into the covers as he moaned.

Deacon didn’t spend a lot of time devouring Kade, but he wanted to make sure Kade got everything he needed. After a short time, Deacon added fingers to the torment, stretching and preparing his love. When he thought Kade was ready, he shifted Kade to his side again and wrapped his larger body around Kade’s.

“I love you, Kade,” Deacon murmured as he slowly breached Kade, pushing in until he was flush against Kade’s butt. “Damn, you feel so good, love. Everything about you is perfect, perfect for me.” He spent long minutes slowly pushing in and sliding almost all the way back out again, driving them both crazy in the process.

“Deacon,” Kade groaned when he moved a little faster. Deacon lifted Kade’s leg and draped it over his own, changing the angle before taking Kade’s weeping cock in hand. Deacon kept his strokes slow and long, just like how he slipped in and out of the most perfect heat ever. “Love you, love this so much. Please come for me, Sir. I need you inside me. Need to know how much my body pleases you.”

Kade twisted as best he could until he could grab Deacon and pull him into an awkward and sloppy kiss. Deacon picked up his pace at the words, knowing he needed the same. As his need built and the electric current coursing up and down his spine settled low in his balls, Deacon increased the speed of his thrusts until Kade was gasping and crying. He barely managed to bark out “come” as he went over the edge he’d been riding from the moment Kade had asked him to take him.

When he could focus on something other than the mind-numbing pleasure only his boy could give him, he helped Kade turn over, then tended to the condom. When he turned to Kade, he realized he was still crying. “Love? Did I hurt you?”

Shaking his head, he murmured, “No. I’m just… I never thought I could have this, never thought anyone would see in me someone worth loving and wanting. I-I’m sorry for crying,” he added, turning his head into Deacon’s chest.

“No, Kade. I understand. They’re tears of joy, not pain, and I love”—Deacon kissed one wet eyelid—“every”—he kissed the other—“part of you.” Gathering Kade closer, Deacon turned onto his back, and Kade rested on top of him. Stroking lightly up and down the abused skin, he was careful not to aggravate the welts and whip marks, but he did want to offer comfort and love. “Never, ever fear showing me what’s in your heart, Kade. It’s the most beautiful part of you.”

“Love you too,” Kade sighed, resting his head on Deacon’s chest. It wasn’t long before Kade was asleep, Deacon following soon after, happy and satisfied in a way he’d never expected.

K
ADE
OPENED
his eyes and looked around for Deacon, bewildered to find he was alone. He looked at the clock on Deacon’s side of the bed: 6:00 a.m. He tried to puzzle it out, but couldn’t. They’d had a wonderful night, Deacon taking his pleasure in Kade’s body while leaving him caged the entire time. Waking up alone, on their first anniversary no less, was not making him happy in the least.

They had moved into the new, two-story house that week, and he could now get around without Deacon’s help—a fact he loved. But then there was nothing about their new home he didn’t love. The entire house was wheelchair-accessible, from the width of the doorways to the height of counters, tables, and hanging cords. Some things had been modified so he could pull them down, like the cabinets, and others made it where he could easily move around, like the elevator.

Where the hell is he?
Fighting down his irritation, Kade called, “Deacon?”

“Damn!” Deacon muttered, walking into their bedroom. Dressed in the silk lounge pants he favored, he was a vision. Kade nearly missed the serving tray Deacon carried. Kade could not see what was on it other than a thin vase with a single silver rose.

Deacon set the tray on the nightstand, then climbed into bed beside Kade, who pushed himself into a sitting position against the headboard. “Morning, Kade. You weren’t supposed to wake up until I made it back here.”

“Sorry to mess with your plans,” Kade replied, mostly stifling his chuckles at the put-upon face Deacon made.

“Forgiven.” Deacon brushed his lips over Kade’s in a barely there kiss. “I brought us breakfast, love,” he announced before setting the tray across their laps. “Thought we could eat here, then, if you’re a good boy before Sam and Jake arrive and we head out, I’ll take my pleasure in your sweet body tonight and let you come this time.”

“Mmm… sounds like a plan. You going to tell me where we’re going?” The previous night, at dinner, Deacon had informed him they, and Jake and Sam, were going somewhere today, but had so far refused his attempts to learn such things as the where, why, and what for.

Deacon picked up a wedge of orange and held it for Kade to bite. “Eat, boy. I want plenty of time before they arrive.”

Kade frowned but dutifully took the bit of food from Deacon’s fingers, chewing and swallowing as he watched Deacon eat some of the food on the large plate.

“No frowning, love. I promised to take care of you, didn’t I?” Kade nodded. “Then trust and be good.”

“Yes, Sir.” Kade waited patiently as Deacon fed himself and Kade.

After they’d eaten most everything on the tray, Deacon set it on the floor beside the bed. “Are you happy, boy? With the house? With our life?” Deacon asked, his tone deceptively calm, though Kade knew his answer was actually important.

He fingered his collar and smiled as he thought about the last year. The last year and a half actually; he sighed. Who knew going to dinner at his best friend’s home would lead to finding his heart and home? “I am. You’ve kept every one of your promises from when you placed this around my neck a year ago. You’ve done more than I ever thought possible. Thank you for everything, Sir.”