Page 79 of Regal Feather
“How did it feel to go to town on your girl’s balls?”
Ever shivered the second Tony referred to him as my girl. It wasn’t a bad shiver, though, the kind that happened when someone was teasing him in a way that made him hide away because he couldn’t find the words or the confidence to stand up for himself.
I still tightened my hold on him.
“It felt…” And I licked my lips while I fumbled for the words I was just thinking Ever struggled with. It wasn’t a common occurrence; I just didn’t know what was right, what would be too much for him or for me to admit. “I felt fucking good. Powerful. In control. There was nothing else. Just Ever.”
Tony hummed.
Ever glanced up at me. The way his eyes shone spoke of trouble before he opened those sinful lips of his. “Sounds like Domspace.”
“But I’m not…”
I still wasn’t. I didn’t have any doubt about it.
Tony leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Some subs never experience subspace, and they’re still considered subs. I don’t see why someone couldn’t experience Domspace without being a Dom. You can give it a different name if you like, but it does sound like Domspace to me.”
I could give it another name?
Huh.
Whatever.
That would be a riddle for future me to work through.
“You’re good, babes?”
“Really good.”
“I didn’t go too far?”
“You can go harder,” he said with the laziness of a cat that had just been napping in the sun and living the good life. “Not right away, though.”
“I wouldn’t—” I balked. Did he think I was going to stop giving a shit about him just because I was, maybe, coming to the conclusion that there was something to be said about sadism in the bedroom? “That’s not…”
“I know.” He licked my lips in a way that shouldn’t be enticing. My heart was still beating too fast for anyone’s liking. I didn’t like it. I would never hurt him, not in any way that would put him in danger. “Can you take off my cage? It needs cleaning.”
“Yeah.” I cleared my throat. “Of course.”
Had he been able to tell what was going through my head? That I needed to take care of him to feel settled? I didn’t care. I just grabbed the thin chain around his neck with the key, found the release mechanism by touch alone, and tried to be as gentle as I could with his balls while taking the contraption off him and dropping it on the glass table that didn’t really fit with the rest of the decor. I’d once told Ever’s dad that it seemed like a hazard to have it here, too, but that only got me an hour-long lesson on art history I hadn’t asked for.
Part of me had wished the haphazard throw would break it, but no luck.
“Did you want to come, I mean, properly?”
It wasn’t the first time I asked him. When he’d started wearing the cage, without a Dom’s commands about when he could or couldn’t come, he’d taken me up on it a few times. As time went on, though, he pushed on the idea that he only got to have prostate and ruined orgasms, and that it turned him on more when he refused.
I still asked. This last orgasm he had felt different than the others. It would make sense if that meant he made an exception, wouldn’t it?
I had no idea.
“Nuh-uh.” Ever shook his head. “I like this.”
“Okay.”
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