Chapter 3

Caleb’s fingers flew across the keyboard, lines of code darting on the screen. He was in the zone, that magical place where his fingers carried out commands before he’d consciously formed them in his brain. It was almost meditation to him, a way to find rest and relaxation. Though not quite as much as with submitting, but that went without saying.

Speaking of which, it had been way too long since he’d done a scene. He didn’t begrudge Wander and Ryan their newfound happiness with their respective boyfriends, but it sure as fuck meant fewer opportunities to submit, even outside of full scenes.

Wander had always been an excellent Dom, demanding but kind and with an almost eerie psychological insight. Ryan was very different. Rougher, which Caleb loved, but also without any affection. At least until he’d fallen hard for Alex. Now, the once untouchable Ryan Mason had developed a soft side, and every time a goofy grin appeared on the man’s face when he looked at Alex, Caleb had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. He hadn’t seen that coming.

That left only two Doms in the house, Jesse and Lowell, and one switch, Jonah. He liked them all and was always eager to serve, though Jonah and he didn’t have much sexual chemistry. He wasn’t rough enough for Caleb, and that wasn’t something you could force. Master Mark, a friend of Wander’s who was also a Dom, was fun to play with. When meeting him, Caleb had hoped for that proverbial spark between them, but alas. They had plenty of chemistry in their D/s play, but none personally.

He leaned back in his chair and pumped his hand above his head. There, done. He’d found the problem in the code and fixed it. Now, it should all run without issues.

“Hey, kid.”

Caleb swiveled in his chair, tilting his head to meet his boss’s gaze. “What’s up, Sir?”

“You up for having sex tonight?” Wander’s voice was low, a rumble of promise. “My brother could use some distraction. Weekend’s here, and we’re dead anyway.”

Fuck, yes. The words nearly spilled from Caleb’s lips as anticipation curled in his gut, but he kept it cool, always professional on the surface. “Sure thing, boss.”

His heart hammered against his ribs, the familiar thrill of serving itching beneath his skin.

Wander’s smirk was a silent understanding. “I figured you’d be up for it. A word of warning, though. My brother is not a Dom, yeah? So you can play with him, but don’t expect him to dominate you. He’s naturally dominant and aggressive, so you won’t have any complaints, but he has no experience in the lifestyle.”

“Got it.”

Wander jerked his head toward the hallway. “Come on, then.”

Caleb followed him, muscles coiled tight. He hadn’t played with anyone outside the community for a long time, so he’d have to make sure he had the right expectations. This wouldn’t be a scene, just sex. Then again, he hadn’t had a good dicking in a long time either, so he was totally down with that. And Roman was hot. He had a different build from Wander, who was much more muscled, with a normal posture and some extra padding around the waist, but Roman exuded this air of class, smarts, and, yes, power and authority that was hard to fake. His eyes were like his brother’s, that gorgeous deep brown. Nope, Caleb wouldn’t mind serving Roman at all.

Wander knocked on the door of one of the guest rooms, and when a soft “Enter” came, walked in with Caleb on his heels. Roman was stretched out on the bed. He hastily put down his phone, a heavy frown marring his forehead. “What’s up?”

“I have your relaxation right here.” Wander gestured at Caleb. “Caleb’s one of the best subs I’ve ever played with. Eager to serve and hungry for whatever you’re willing to dish out.”

“Wander, I can’t?—”

“Yes, you can. And you want to. I saw how you looked at him this morning.”

Oh, Roman didn’t like being called out like that. His face tightened. “You know why I can’t.”

“This is a safe space, Ro. No one here talks, and they sure as fuck don’t judge. Hell, whatever you can do to sweet Caleb is child’s play compared to what the rest of us are up to.”

Roman slowly rose from the bed. “I don’t know if this is a good idea. No offense, Caleb. This has nothing to do with you.”

No, Caleb understood that much. Was it the submissive side of him that was the problem, the sex in general, or him being a man? It didn’t matter. He didn’t take it personally. “None taken.”

“It’s sex. Nothing more. I’m not asking you to Dom him. I’m giving you a present and a chance to blow off some steam.”

“You’re giving Caleb as a present? How is he yours to give? He’s your employee.”

Wander chuckled. “Because we do things a little differently around here. On the clock, I’m his boss. Off the clock, I can ask him if he wants to have sex or do a scene. Which, for the record, he did. He always has the choice to say no, and he knows that. Right, kid?”

Caleb nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

Roman dragged a hand over his face. “You’re not making this easy on me.”

“Do you want to say yes?”

“Of course I do!” Roman took a shaky breath. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had sex? And let’s not even talk about sex with a man. Years, that’s how long. You know how careful I have to be in my job.”

Wander stepped up to his brother and put a hand on his shoulder. “Why do you think I offered Caleb? You need this, and I’m telling you to make use of the opportunity. Caleb loves it, I promise. He’s a little slut.”

“Jesus, Wander…” Roman let out a deep sigh. “Sometimes I can’t believe the shit coming out of your mouth.”

“It’s the truth,” Caleb piped up. He wasn’t gonna get between the two brothers, but he didn’t want Roman to think Wander was lying. “I love sex and being used. Sir.”

He added that last word as an afterthought, not entirely sure what he should call Roman.

“You don’t need to call me Sir. I’m not a Dom.”

Caleb shrugged. “It’s easier for me, since I’m used to it. I call everyone Sir when they’re not fellow subs.”

“Right. And you’re absolutely one hundred percent sure this is what you want?”

“Wander would never pressure me into something, Sir. He asks, and I can say yes or no. In this case, it was an easy yes.”

“I can’t believe I’m even having this conversation. It feels surreal.”

“Let go for a little while, Ro.” Wander’s voice was kind, soft, the affection for his brother obvious.

“Okay.” Roman let out another deep sigh. “Okay.”

“Good. You’re familiar with the concept of a safeword?”

Roman widened his eyes. “Yeah, but I’m not?—”

“It’s for Caleb. He won’t say stop if you do something he doesn’t like because he’s been trained not to. But he will say ‘Red’ when he’s reached his limits, and I need to know you will respect that.”

“Of course.”

“Remember”—Wander turned to Caleb and pinned him with an intense stare—“I need to know you’ll call ‘Red’ if you have to. No exceptions.”

“Yes, Sir.” Caleb’s reply was automatic, drilled into him from countless encounters where trust was currency. Red meant stop. Always had, always would. Control was a gift he gave willingly but only on his terms.

“Good. Have fun.”

With that, Wander turned on his heels and left. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing the room in a hush of anticipation. Or was that just Caleb? No, Roman’s eyes showed it as well, hidden behind a layer of uncertainty as if he was a little lost in the enormity of the offer and unsure what to do next. That was probably true, considering his lack of experience with encounters like this.

The air was thick with the unsaid, with Roman crinkling his brow ever so slightly and a hint of fear in his eyes, not unlike the way Caleb felt whenever he played for the first time with a Dom he didn’t know. Roman needed guidance in this world, where power was a gift given, not taken. For once, Caleb would have to make the first move, but it would still have to be a clear signal Roman was in charge and Caleb expected him to lead.

He kept eye contact as he stripped, dragging his hoodie over his head, then lowering his sweat pants and taking them off at the same time as his underwear. His socks came off last, and then he stood naked. Roman watched him with hungry eyes, a man starving for a meal after going hungry for too long.

Caleb’s body moved fluidly as he sank to his knees, the rough carpet against his skin a stark contrast to the softness of submission pouring from him like honey. This was his realm, his sanctuary. Kneeling felt like coming home, even with a man who wasn’t a Dom. He never felt more himself than when he was submitting.

Roman’s breath hitched, the only sound breaking through the quietude. “Fuck…” The word came out coarse, a rasp that betrayed his desire.

“Tell me what you want. How I can serve you.” Caleb lifted his gaze to Roman, something he ordinarily wouldn’t do, but everything was different about this encounter.

Roman reached out a trembling hand, a flutter of nerves as he grazed his fingers over Caleb’s jawline with a hesitant touch. Caleb remained still, offering his throat, his obedience. Whatever Roman wanted.

“You’re gorgeous…”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Roman’s shoulders lost some of their tension. “You make that word sound so sexy. Never knew it could be like that.”

Caleb’s heart drummed a relentless rhythm, the pulse sending shivers down his spine as Roman circled him. The air between them charged with electric potential, and Caleb could almost taste the tang of anticipation on his tongue.

“Are you truly okay with this?”

“Absolutely, Sir.” This was what he craved: to be used, to serve.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Want to please you.” Caleb’s words were jagged, hungry. “Want to do whatever you tell me to.”

“When Wander offers you to someone for sex, does that excite you?” Roman’s question was probing, as if he wanted to triple-check Caleb’s consent. Caleb might not need it, but he still respected the hell out of Roman for it.

“Yes, Sir. Very much so.”

“Good.” A ghost of a smile lifted Roman’s lips, and he relaxed even more.

Caleb waited, patient as stone, eyes fixed on the man before him.

“Would you…?” Roman swallowed. “Would you be willing to give me a blowjob?”

His voice barely broke through the thick air, asking for permission rather than commanding, but Caleb took it as a promising first step. “Yes, Sir. I’d love that.”

Would he have loved to be fucked? Absolutely. But he also understood where Roman was coming from. Besides, the man would be here for a little while, wouldn’t he? So whatever they did today could function as an appetizer.

Roman exhaled a quiet gust of relief. Caleb’s gaze never wavered, locked on Roman’s face, where uncertainty yielded to something fiercer, hungrier.

“Go ahead,” Roman said, the command firmer now but still cloaked in polite veneer.

Caleb didn’t need to be told twice. He surged forward, and his hands found Roman’s belt buckle, fingers deft and sure. Metal clinked and fabric whispered as Caleb eased the zipper down, his movements eager and smooth.

Oh fuck. His mouth watered at the sight of Roman’s cock, rock hard and trying to escape the confinements of the tight, black boxer briefs Roman was wearing. The head peeked from under the waistband, eager to be freed.

He was big. Thick and long. Jesus, he had to find a way to get that man to fuck him because he wanted that cock inside him. It would wreck his ass in the best way possible. Caleb’s gut coiled in anticipation.

He leaned in and pressed his nose against Roman’s cock, breathing in the musky smell, the unmistakable scent of arousal. He nudged it with his nose, then kissed it like a first welcome from his mouth. Clasping his hands behind his back, he carefully drew the waistband between his teeth and pulled down.

He’d once had a Dom, back when he’d still been training as a sub, who had forbidden Caleb to use his hands for the entire scene, teaching Caleb how much he could do with his mouth. It had been an educational and highly rewarding session.

The heat from Roman’s body was a beacon, drawing Caleb closer. He managed to pull Roman’s boxer briefs down far enough to free his cock and balls, and as soon as they were out, he rubbed his lips against Roman’s shaft. The velvety smooth cock was a work of art, and that was saying something. Caleb had seen his fair share of cocks, and this one was extraordinary.

Caleb paused, his open mouth inches from the head.

“Please,” Roman murmured, a thread of urgency woven into the single word.

He wouldn’t tease him too much, not this first time. The man looked like he needed the release desperately, and Caleb wouldn’t deny him. So he obeyed and closed his lips around Roman’s cockhead. He suckled him, not wanting to miss out on that first savoring moment, the taste raw and real on his tongue. He wetted his lips and took another lick as if enjoying a lollipop.

With his right hand wrapped around the base—and Jesus, Joseph, and Mary, that had to be one of the thickest cocks he’d ever had his hands on—he pumped and took as much as possible into his mouth. No way would he be able to take everything, but he’d damn well try.

As Caleb set a rhythm, his hands and mouth working together seamlessly, a concert ensued—the catch of breath, the soft sighs of pleasure, the low groans vibrating from Roman’s chest. Each sound was a symphony, music that spurred Caleb on to take Roman apart piece by piece. Roman’s hand found its way into Caleb’s hair, a hesitant touch that grew bolder with each motion, grounding him, anchoring him in the moment.

Others might use the word slut in a derogatory sense, but he took pride in it. He fucking loved sex, loved pleasuring someone else, loved the taste, the smells, the sounds, all the sensations flooding his body. He loved every fucking moment of it.

He worked him with precision, a craftsman with his art. He used his mouth, his tongue, his throat, every skill honed from years of submission to bring Roman to the edge and hold him there. Roman’s grip tightened, a silent plea etched into the pressure of his fingers.

“Shit, Caleb…” Roman gasped, the words torn from him, raw and ragged.

Caleb didn’t let up but built that pleasure relentlessly without sending Roman over the edge. He was completely tuned in to him, reading his every signal, holding back when needed, and speeding up when Roman had caught his breath.

Roman rose on his toes, his muscles tensing, and sank back down as Caleb eased his tempo, his hands like clamps on Caleb’s head. He rode the waves Caleb created for him, sailing higher and higher. To Caleb, his pleasure was a gift, one he treasured deep inside the submissive core of his being, the part where he cared about nothing but pleasing his Master.

“Caleb, please… Please…”

This time, Caleb let the tide swell until it broke, and Roman spilled into him, hot and shuddering as he let out a deep groan. Caleb swallowed eagerly, gently cradling Roman’s balls to milk every last drop out of him. He drew back slowly, giving Roman space to breathe, to come back down. Roman panted, sweat glistening on his brow, a testament to the intensity of their encounter.

Caleb stayed on his knees, his gaze searching Roman’s face for any sign of regret or discomfort. But all he found was a dazed sort of wonder, a dreamy expression that told him without words he had done well, had pleased Roman. As always, it lit him up inside.

“Fuck.” Roman exhaled, a shudder rolling through him as he met Caleb’s gaze. His eyes were soft, vulnerable even, a look that spoke volumes. Words were unnecessary when the air hummed with what they’d shared.

Caleb felt it too, the satisfaction curling in his belly, warm and comforting. He’d been used, yes, but willingly, eagerly, and even though he hadn’t come, his pleasure was just as profound. It was more than physical. The tension within him eased, a loosening of the chains that got so tight when he didn’t play for a while.

“Thank you,” Roman said finally and took a step back.

Caleb let him go, reached up, and tucked Roman back in, then zipped his pants and fastened his buckle. “It was my pleasure, Sir.”

He rose to his feet fluidly. Roman gestured at Caleb’s hard cock. “You didn’t come.”

“I don’t need to, Sir. This was for you.”

“Oh.”

“Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“No, this was…” Roman blew out a breath. “Spectacular.”

Caleb beamed. “Anytime, Sir. I’m at your disposal.”