Page 53 of Regal Feather
Just as it was when he sank down to his knees, the white plastic bag discarded to the floor. “You have plugs here, right?”
“Y-yeah.”
“Good.” He slid his hands up my bare legs, up the skirt that reached mid-thigh, hoisting it up until he had access to my caged dick. We were in my room, the door was closed, and I knew my parents would never walk in. They were in the patio, anyway. My heart still raced as I looked down at him and the stupidly hot, devilish smile he had on. “Wanna hear about my idea?”
“You want me to wear a plug to talk with my parents?”
Santos tsked. “It’s about the why, Ever.”
“Okay.” I gulped. “Why?”
Santos kissed the top of my cage, his tongue teasing the bit of head that popped out of the restraining device. I gasped. I’d noticed he could be daring in bed, once he had grown familiar with the terms and the rough treatment I begged him for, but this was on another level.
“Because you kept talking about how kink gives you a clearer head,” he said. He was too close to my groin to make it easy to process the words, but I didn’t move him away. “You said that submission, and feminization, and all of that makes you confident because it takes away the noise, right?”
“Yeah.”
I placed a hand on his shoulder before I could embarrass myself.
“So,” he continued as if he wasn’t tracking how any of this was affecting me, “I think if you’re focusing on all the shit you’re hiding under these pretty clothes, that will take away a lot of that noise, don’t you?”
I didn’t know what to say. I knew my heart was beating too fast. I knew I was holding my breath, and I knew I should be saying this was wrong.
Santos got back up on his feet while I was figuring it out—the acceptable response versus the one I wanted to give; what they said about me.
He lifted my chin with one hand while I continued to think. While I strained to think. To put more than two thoughts together.
“You can just try it,” he said, his lips too close to the shell of my ear. “And if it feels bad, at any point, you just excuse yourself to the bathroom and take it off. No need for safe words, or permissions, or any of that complicated shit. Okay?”
I nodded. “Okay.”
At the back of my head, a voice said that all this act, part of it at least, this thing that he’d been doing since the day at the beach wasn’t so much about me. It was about distracting himself or overcompensating for whatever it was he was feeling.
I’d get back to that voice when my parents weren’t here. When I wasn’t on the verge of collapse, and I didn’t need to cling to him for dear life.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I bobbed my head up and down. “But you…you’ll help me, right?”
That had to be why he had trapped me inside the room, and why he couldn’t seem to get his hands and mouth off me.
On the hypothetical that it wasn’t, I wasn’t sure I’d manage to get anything done when I had to use all my energy to stand upright.
I couldn’t remember ever feeling this overwhelmed. Not even when I’d first stepped foot in Plumas, or when I’d bought my first set of handcuffs that I then had to throw out because they were the poorest quality.
“Always,” he promised.
His voice washed over me, relief following and cooling down all the building thoughts in my head.
It left me able to just watch through hooded eyes as he moved to the chest I pointed at when he asked where I kept the plugs. As he returned to the spot between my legs and squirteda more than generous amount of lube on the toy. It wasn’t the largest one I had, but it wasn’t the smallest either, the flared base decorated with a blue jewel that had reminded me of his eyes in a moment of weakness. The plug felt cold for a second against my heated skin, and I sucked in a breath as he pushed the start of it in.
“You okay?”
I whimpered through a nod of my head. Santos didn’t require anything else of me, so I could go back to watching the adoration in his face as he twisted it in, letting me get used to the intrusion under the excuse of toying with it. The way he caressed my skin with his free hand, like I was something delicate. Something to look after.
The way I wanted to, more than anything.
“What did I say, babes?”
