5. Caff and Nipple Play in the Morning

Chapter Five

CAFF AND NIPPLE PLAY IN THE MORNING

E llison woke up to the scent of caff and juice, the pleasant aroma of toast. Perfect.

He glanced at the clock, which read five minutes before he’d requested his breakfast be served. His new sub was both attentive and efficient. And starving for affection.

He closed his eyes, curious to see how Sage would “wake” him up. The boy had slept in his own room last night, but Ellison suspected it wouldn’t be many days before that would change.

The food and drink hit his nose as his door was quietly pushed open.

“Master?” Sage called, quite softly.

“Yes, boy? Good morning.” He found a smile, warm and welcoming.

Sage beamed at him and managed a very passable bow over the top of his tray. “Good morning, Master. Your breakfast is ready.”

“Did you bring enough for yourself? Feeding my sub is important.” Self care was a form of service.

Sage blinked down at the tray, then, looking stricken, backed away, still holding it. “I’ll be right back, Master.”

“I’ll be right here. We can share our meal.” He wasn’t angry. That wasn’t in his makeup.

Sage returned moments later with more on the tray. “Our breakfast, Master,” he said again.

“Excellent, boy. Come and sit and tell me what we’re enjoying.” He had his favorites on file, after all.

“Yes, Master. On the bed with you?” The hope in Sage’s voice made him happy, but also sad, that it was a question.

“Absolutely. Always. It’s hard to feed each other if you’re not close.”

Sage beamed at him, setting the tray on its legs across his lap before carefully climbing into bed to sit next to him. “Caff, tea, water, toast, strawberries, and pineapple, Master.”

“Perfect. How did you sleep, dear one?”

“The best night I’ve had in a long time, Master, thank you. And you?”

“It was lovely to be here, finally. I have worked for this my entire career.”

“You knew long ago that you wanted to end up here?” Sage poured out some tea for him when he didn’t immediately go for the caff.

“I did, yes. I’ve been working on this project for quite a long while.”

“The video thing we watched last night? That was very interesting.” Sage offered him the cup of tea, then poured a second cup for himself.

“Thank you, dear heart. I think we learned quite a few things, don’t you?”

Sage’s cheeks pinked. “Yes, Master.”

He reached out, stroking one little nipple. “Excellent.”

A shudder moved through Sage and he made a little noise. “Master! So sensitive.”

“I know. That pleases me, very much.”

Sage’s eyes glittered. “I’m so glad, Master. And… maybe a little scared.”

“Oh.” He fed Sage a strawberry. “Talk to me about that.”

“You’re going to torture me with them, Master. I’m not sure I can take the excitement.”

“You have a safeword. I will honor it with my life.”

“And I will do my best to never use it, Master.”

Now, what was the fun of that?

“Are you going to do other things to me, Master?” Sage offered him a slice of toast with a bright berry jam on it.

“Oh, dear heart, I am searching for the man I can explore with for the rest of our long lives.” He wasn’t a player.

“Like the bondage.”

He could hear Sage trying to keep his breathing under control. His sub was excited by the idea of being explored forever.

“Bondage. Pain play. Ass play. Service. And then the simpler things—companionship, lovemaking.”

“Are we going to start after we’ve broken our fast, Master?” Look at how pretty Sage’s eyes were, all lit up with excitement.

“I believe we ought to. Maybe some nipple play to start your morning. And I do like a routine…”

Sage swallowed and he could see his sub’s prick growing, filling from just his words.

“Breakfast first. Then nipples. Then I’ll have you bathe and dress us both.”

“Yes, Master.” There was a pleasure and a peace in his boy’s voice that told him he was on the right path.

“Excellent. You will be allowed downtime for three hours in the afternoons to relax, do things you enjoy.”

“That’s very generous, Master, thank you.” Sage watched him, and he realized that his sub was waiting for him to start eating first.

He popped a bite of pineapple in Sage’s lips. His boy needed to eat. Sage’s eyes closed and he hummed as he chewed.

“So good, Master. The food here is incredible.”

“It is. I’d love a strawberry, please.”

“Yes, Master.” Sage picked one up and brought it up to his lips, eyes glittering as they watched him.

He let himself enjoy it, thoroughly.

Sage moaned. “Oh, Master, I never knew eating could be so arousing.”

“No? You must have lived a very aesthetic life…”

“Not on purpose. I tried so hard to please my master, but it was never enough.” Sage lowered his head, and Ellison only barely picked up the, “I was never enough,” that he added.

“Well, then, he wasn’t meant to be yours.” That was nonsense. It was a Master’s job to make sure that their sub felt like he was enough.

Sage nodded, head coming up, and he was given a warm smile. “Yes, Master. And I have to wonder if the faults he put on me were perhaps colored by his own.”

“Well, I choose to be with you, to learn you. To enjoy you.”

Sage dipped his head, but he could tell that this time it was in appreciation. “Thank you, Master. I’m so happy to be chosen by you.”

“Oh, I will warn you. I get down sometimes, and I need cheering up.” He munched on his toast, the berry jam both tart and sweet, full of flavor.

“I will do my best to do so when you’re down, Master. I will attempt to learn you so I can do it properly.”

“That’s all I ask, dear heart.” He let himself wink. “Perhaps not all . Another bite?”

Sage giggled for him, the sound sweet, and it took ten years off the man. “Yes, please, Master.” Sage opened his mouth like a baby bird.

He fed Sage a bite of the toast with jam, rubbing the soft bottom lip afterward. Sage hummed and tried to chase his fingers with his tongue. “Thank you, Master. Did you want some more?”

“Some caff, please. Nice and sweet and creamy.”

“Yes, Master.” Sage poured out the caff for him, adding a lot of sugar and even more cream before offering it to him. “The caff here is stellar.”

“Yes. And I do love my morning dose.” He drank deeply, humming deep in his chest.

“I won’t forget that, Master. I swear.” Sage’s eyes shone for him. His sub right there, eager to please him.

“I trust you, dear heart.” He reached out, stroking one of Sage’s nipples to hardness.

Moaning, Sage pushed his chest out, clearly eager for the touches.

“Mmm… pretty pretty.” He pinched Sage’s nipple, tugging hard.

Gasping, Sage bucked toward him, before moaning.

“Sweet sensitive boy. I do enjoy that.” He shifted the food out of the way. They didn’t need to tip the tray over and wind up with extra mess to clean up.

Sage’s gaze clung to him. “All yours, Master.” The little nubs beneath his fingers hardened, rising up to meet his touch.

He patted his chest, encouraging Sage to lean back against him so he could reach around and pinch and play. His boy did, moaning softly as he settled.

“Oh, Master. So comfortable and not at the same time.”

“That’s not so bad, is it?” He got relaxed, then dragged his hands up along his boy’s stomach.

A shiver went through Sage. “N-no, not bad at all.” His sweet one was so responsive.

“Good. Good, boy. I’m right here for you, understand? You are mine to care for, as I am yours.”

“That is amazing to me.” Sage looked like he might cry, but he blinked any tears back. “Thank you.”

“We have thirty days to make sure we’re compatible. I have confidence.”

“So far you’ve made me soar, Master. Made me feel in a way I never have before. It’s intoxicating. You are intoxicating.”

“And it’s been less than a day.” He stroked and pulled and pinched again.

Any answer Sage might have given was forgotten as he gasped and jerked, body following Ellison’s fingers.

Ellison chuckled, leaning in and nibbling the curve of Sage’s neck. A lovely cry sounded and Sage shivered again, moving in his arms. His boy was trying to pull away and push closer at the same time.

Oh, he hadn’t had so much fun in eons. Eons. He let himself enjoy the wiggling and rubbing, his cock responding.

“So sensitive, Master.”

Yes, he knew. That was the point here, the reason why he was going to start with Sage’s nipples every morning.

He wanted his boy aroused, aware, and eager to please him. He tugged harder and Sage’s eyes crossed, a low moan dragging out of him. “Even the air is going to stimulate them, Master.”

“Yes, dear heart. I know.” And he approved.

The hard little nubs were going a dark red from his ministrations, and his boy’s cock was hard and leaking now. He thought maybe Sage wasn’t even aware of that, his focus entirely on his nipples.

That worked for him. His boy was altogether too good at control. They could explore that later.

His boy whimpered, fingers opening and closing on the bedding as he continued to manipulate the sensitive nubs. “Master, please.”

“Please what, dear heart?”

“I don’t know!”

“Fair enough. You know your safeword, yes?”

Sage blinked at him a few times, then nodded suddenly. “Yes, Master, of course. It’s applesauce.”

“Excellent.” He kissed Sage’s temple. “Good boy.”

Then he went back to work, making sure Sage would feel his tender nipples all day.