Chapter 11

Eleven

MOUSE

" L amb, look at me." Cal's voice was firm.

This was it. This was where Cal told me it was going to be too much. I was too much. I could deal with it. I wasn't going to cry or make a scene. I blinked rapidly, trying to will the impending tears away. I didn't know why it bothered me. He'd already seen me at my worst, at my weakest.

"Boy. Look at me." Cal's voice was as close to a growl as I'd ever heard, and it was a command I couldn't ignore. I lifted my eyes to meet his.

I wasn't expecting to see concern or care in them.

"Lamb, whatever you're thinking right now, I'm going to bet it's wrong. You think I'm going to judge you for what you sought out?"

I nodded, not trusting my voice for the moment.

Cal placed his hands on my hips as he moved, sitting up and holding me close. I wasn't expecting the soft kiss, or the gentle way he brushed my hair from my face.

"My little lamb, I need you to listen really hard to what I have to say. What you were seeking with those other Doms was unsafe for both parties. We have safe words for a reason. And when we play, you will swear to me you will use your safe word if you need it. You won't lie to me."

"I promise." Relief flooded through me. I couldn't believe he hadn't turned his back on me.

"I will be your Daddy, and the one to give you the pain you need, but not before we sit down and talk limits. I rushed ahead before when I suggested putting you in chastity. We need to talk about this, about what we both want and need."

"Like a kink contract?" I asked. When I was still hanging out at Club Crimson, I'd heard subs talk about being nervous and excited about signing their first contracts.

"Kind of. We'll go over what we expect and want from the kink side of our relationship, including anything that might be triggering, and hard limits. What is going on between the two of us is more than just a D/s relationship. I care about you, Mouse, and I see something between us that could be amazing, but I'll be honest, that frightens the hell out of me."

I gave a watery laugh, blinking back happy tears. "I'm shitting myself. I mean, you've seen my track record with guys." I picked up Cal's hand where it lay on my thigh and held it. "I've always been a bit of a brat and seeking out pain isn't just about the shit I carry up here." I tapped my head, smiling. "Thing was, Ziggy always said I was fucked up for wanting it. When we were together, he freaked out when I brought up going to Crimson and trying some of the couples' courses they offer. I should have known seeing him at The Pit was a big, red flag. I can't believe I was so fucking stupid to go with him."

"Ziggy is lucky I didn't do worse than punch his fucking nose. You did nothing wrong. That fucker took advantage, he knew you and he preyed on that. But you can understand why I want to start this off right." Cal gave me an arch look, waiting for my answer.

"Yeah, I guess we need to do this right." I squeezed his hand. "But just so you know, I was totally on board with the chastity. The whole idea makes me feel squirmy and freaked out, but in a hot way. Different to what pain gives me."

I bit my lip, mulling over what Cal had said. That he cared about me. That this wasn't just some mutual, kinky agreement, but more. With Cal, I would be able to open myself up, explore things I'd only thought about in the quiet of my own head. "I have a bad habit of driving people away or shutting them out when I think they're getting too close to seeing the shit inside my head." I tried to take a breath, forcing the words out. I had a chance here with Cal and I needed to be honest, but being under the intense focus of his steel grey eyes made it hard to focus. Part of me wanted to avoid talking, to sink to my knees and show him I could be a good boy. I'd fantasised about sucking on that gorgeous cock for years now. But I could say with certainty that Callum would see through my distraction.

"Talk to me, lamb." Cal's tone was as gentle as his touch, and I fought the urge to deflect, lifting his hand to kiss his fingertips gently.

"You have been the ideal in my head for so long, but I was never sure what that actually was. Did I want a Dom, a Daddy, or a boyfriend? Would I shut down if I thought you—we—were getting too close?" I sighed, trying to formulate my words.

"I won't let you shut me out, little Mouse. And why can't I be all three? Honestly, I'm scared too. We're going from zero to a million. But I don't want to stop now, and as far as relationship track records go, mine is pretty shit. Before Penny, I'd been just enjoying life, dating, but nothing serious. Mostly subs from the different clubs, but nothing deep."

"I always wondered about Penny." I kept myself from asking why he'd been with a cold, calculating bitch like her. But I guess I didn't school my expression very well, because Callum chuckled.

"I'm not going to say she was different when we met, because she wasn't. She was a driven person who wanted to make money and have a comfortable life. We would meet up and have fun, but we'd then go off and live our own lives. When she found out she was pregnant she wasn't thrilled, and I didn't feel it was my place to make demands. We moved in together and I thought we had at least a slim chance of making it work." Cal shrugged. "That was the hope, but it didn't work out that way. But I have an amazing little girl, and I've tried to be the best father I can be. And now it's time for me to get some happiness for myself. I believe I'll get that with you, lamb."

"You're an amazing dad." I answered, but I couldn't help but give a cheeky wink. "And I think you're going to be a pretty awesome Daddy, too."

Cal's deep chuckle made me giggle in response. His warm hands stroked my thighs, and his smile turned sultry. " I think on our days alone, I'm going to demand you spend your time with me naked."

I shivered. The idea of being naked and ready for Callum's needs excited me. I'd never done this sort of play before. It had always been just for an evening here and there when I could get to the club, and the last while I'd only been going to The Pit, where there were no caring Doms or fun scenes. It was just get in, get my arse beaten, and head home.

"We're going to have to be careful around Alice," I said. "I don't want to do anything that would be inappropriate around her."

"I think she'll notice things have changed between us, but I know for a fact she adores you. And for our play time, we can make sure it's behind closed bedroom doors, or when she's at Mum's on the weekend. We can make this work." Cal gave a crooked smile.

I brought my hands to his belt, licking my lips and making a bit of a show of it, I admit. "So now we've talked, do I get to suck you off?" I couldn't resist giving him a cheeky grin. Cal's eyes narrowed as he lifted his hand and brought it down hard on the bare flesh of my arse.

The sharp slap to my arse made my dick twitch, but it was the steely look Cal gave me that made my whole body burn.

"You want to play now, is that it, lamb?" Cal gave me a searching look. I knew he was worried about my back and my headspace, but I needed this. To submit to him would settle something inside of me.

I straightened my shoulders and lifted my chin. "Think you're up to the challenge, Daddy? "

"Boy, your mouth is going to get you into trouble, and that is going to be a lot of fun for me." Cal lifted me off his lap, setting me on my feet before he stood. For a moment he just looked at me, and I stared right back.

"I want an honest answer. You lie to me, and we stop this. I only want to hear the truth from you, boy."

Oh, damn. Did it just get hot in here?

Daddy Cal had left the building, and in his place stood my Dom, in all his sexy glory. Shirtless and dressed in an old, frayed pair of black denim jeans, he oozed authority and dominance.

He was Sir.

Standing this close, I could lean in and lick across the dark ink that wove over his pectorals, but Cal's voice broke me out of my horny musings.

"You just going to stand there looking pretty, or answer me?"

"I won't lie to you, Sir." For once in my life, I believed those words. I didn't want to hide anything from him.

The corners of his mouth curled up at the title. "How is your back?"

"It's fine, Sir, only hurts if I bend too much. And my headache's gone, I promise." I wasn't lying, the headache had passed, thankfully. And my back, while it twinged and ached a little when I moved suddenly, wasn't terrible.

"Go kneel by the fireplace, eyes down, and wait for me." I felt the strongest urge to bounce on the soles of my feet and skip to the place Callum pointed to, but instead lowered my eyes and spoke softly.

"Yes, Sir. "

"Nice to see you can listen when the mood strikes. Well, get moving."

I was very proud that I didn't snap back with a retort. I had the feeling that if I did, I wouldn't enjoy what would happen next. But then again, I'd always been a glutton for a good punishment.

"Don't even think about backchatting, boy. I can promise you, the punishments I can think up would not be pleasant for you." There was an edge of humour in his voice, and a sweet threat that I wouldn't enjoy it. But I was damn sure Sir would.

"Thought never crossed my mind, Sir." I flashed a cheeky grin before I turned and walked slowly towards the fireplace. I knew why he'd chosen this spot. The rug here was deep and plush, and now I was no longer in the cradle of Cal's arms, I felt the chill. But as I lowered myself to my knees, I soaked up the gentle warmth of the fireplace. I laid my hands on my thighs, fingertips brushing over the raised skin of the scars on my left thigh. A physical reminder of my guilt and shame. I wouldn't let those thoughts cloud my head today. I wanted this for me. I wanted to feel that I was good, and worth Callum's respect and time.

"Fucking beautiful." Callum's deep voice startled me from my thoughts. I kept my eyes lowered, seeing Cal's bare feet out of the corner of my eye. Long and slim, fuck, even the man's feet were sexy.

"Thank you, Sir."

"Got to say, it's a rush hearing you call me that. I already love hearing you call me Daddy, but Sir is just as sweet." I watched Cal's feet as he moved closer, and a sigh slipped from my lips when his fingers carded through my hair.

"When we're together like this, lamb, I want you to wear your hair down, unless I say otherwise. When I tell you to wait for me before a scene, I want you like this."

"Understood, Sir." I unobtrusively watched Sir's feet as he walked a slow circle around me, his hand occasionally brushing against my skin.

"For as long as we're together you are mine . I don't share my toys." His fingers found my chin, forcing my head up.

I swallowed thickly before I found my voice. "I'm yours. Only yours. For as long as you want me." I didn't want to think about the inevitable end of this, when he finally grew tired of me.

I needed to embrace the now with both hands.

Callum's stern expression slipped into a softer one. Leaning down, he kissed my forehead and my cheeks. "Sweet lamb, I'm never going to tire of you."

He stepped away from me and retrieved something from the coffee table. He must have brought it down while I had knelt waiting for him. He held a soft hank of rope between his fingers.

"I'd like to bind your hands, lamb, but we haven't discussed this. I need to know if this is a limit."

I knew what he was hinting at—being forcefully bound by Ziggy. But there was no way I was going to let Zig ruin something I'd previously loved, and this was Callum. My Daddy, my Sir.

"It's not a limit, Sir. Not with you." I lifted my wrists up towards him. Cal looked at me with so much pride, it made my chest ache.

"Good boy. I'm going to tie your wrists with this rope. It's nice and soft, and the colour complements your skin perfectly." He wrapped the red cord around my wrists several times before pulling it between my wrists. I felt like I was in a warm bath, floating gently, as he continued to work on the ties.

I was safe. I was making my Sir proud.

Sir's voice was a low, comforting rumble. I smiled, somehow feeling light and grounded at the same time.

"How does that feel, lamb? No numbness or tingling? Not too tight?"

I lifted my wrists and tried to pull them apart. There was a slight give from the ropes, but not enough for me to pull loose. I wiggled my fingers while taking in the sight of the red ropes that wound around my wrists. The ties were beautiful, and the gentle pressure against my skin was both comforting and sensual. I could only imagine how amazing it would feel to have the ropes wrapped around my entire body.

"It feels good. I like it." I lowered my hands back to my lap and looked up at Sir, waiting for what he wanted from me next. I liked this, the quietness that had settled over me. Instead of the buzz of noise in my head, it was calm.

"Stand for me, lamb." Sir placed a strong hand under my elbow and helped raise me to my feet, then led me over to the large wing-backed chair he often liked to sit and read in.

Sir lowered himself into the chair and then motioned for me to kneel between his parted knees. A soft cushion had been placed on the floor. My chest felt a little tight at Cal doing something thoughtful and sweet. It was not what I was used to. But I suspected Cal—Sir—would be surprising me a lot.

I watched Sir with hooded eyes—fuck me, I loved calling him that. I loved that Cal, in a matter of hours, had become my lover, my Daddy and my Sir. He'd done so much for me in the last few days, I wanted to repay him, make him feel as good as he'd made me feel. I watched as he slowly popped the button on his jeans.

I'd never asked Cal what he wanted to be called when we were together like this. Earlier, Daddy had seemed so fitting for how he doted and bossed with gentle authority, but now I wasn't so sure.

"You look like you have a question, lamb?" He reached out to touch my face softly.

"When we're together like this, I'm not sure what to call you. Are you my Sir, my Daddy, or that bossy bastard?" I teased.

"I'm really not a stickler for titles at home. Whatever you feel comfortable with." Cal's lips twitched. "Well, except for that last one."

"That works for me. It's more a headspace thing for me, I think. Right now, you are very much Sir," I purred, looking hungrily at the fine trail of silver hair that led to his groin. I licked my lips involuntarily.

"You look hungry." Sir gave me a devilish grin as he pulled his cock from the confining denim of his jeans.

"I could eat." I smirked, making a show of licking my lips but not moving forwards.

Cal crooked his finger, motioning me towards him. "Let's see how good you are at keeping me warm, lamb, and then we'll see about feeding you."

"I'm a greedy boy," I murmured, eyeing his cock hungrily.

Cal leaned forwards, a wolfish grin on his face. "You'll be a good boy, and I'll fill you up." He tugged gently on my beard, guiding me to his semi-hard cock.

I nuzzled at his cock, taking my time. Perhaps I wanted to tease Cal a little. I ran my tongue over the mushroom head of his cock, playing with the piercing that sat below the slit. I wondered how his piercings would feel inside me, rubbing against my prostate.

I licked lower, letting out a happy moan when I felt the Jacob's ladder piercings that ran along his shaft.

Cal gave a low growl in warning. "Don't tease. I have no intention of coming yet." He guided my mouth onto his cock, and I opened obediently. The musky, sweet taste of him filled my senses as his cockhead slipped past my lips. I flattened my tongue and stayed still as he fed me his cock. I let my mind float, feeling the weight of his cock in my mouth and the silken ropes that wound around my wrists.

The urge to tease and suck at his cock came and went as I floated, but I wanted to please him and not earn a punishment today. It was a novel feeling but one I was going to run with it. Don't get me wrong, I was itching to feel Sir's paddle or lash against my skin. I had no doubt he'd have me seeing stars. But after The Pit I found I wanted to taste something different, to feel a Dom's pleasure and not wrath.

Taking a deep breath in through my nose I settled myself, the warmth of Cal's thighs bracketing me .

"Good, lamb. Now just close your eyes and relax." I relaxed under his hand as he started to stroke my hair. The TV turned on, but I ignored it in favour of focusing on the cock in my mouth. Drool was already starting to pool behind my lips, but I didn't care. I pressed my lips further down until my nose brushed Cal's neatly trimmed pubes.

I stroked his cock with my tongue and whimpered in surprise when I felt more piercings lower on his shaft. My mind started trying to work out where more would be as I teased the newly found piercings with my tongue.

"That's quite enough of that, lamb. When I want to use your mouth to come, I'll do it then and not before." The rebuke was gentle, but enough to stop my teasing explorations. "Be a good boy, and I promise to fuck your throat raw later."

I shivered at the dirty promise. I could be good with the right encouragement.