Page 60 of Pretty Baby

“What?” Caleb wrinkled his brows in confusion but at least his tone was normal.

“Are you using your safe word?” Grant repeated.

“Nooo…no.”

Grant nodded. “Get on your knees in front of me.”

Caleb flinched back and didn’t move.

“I won’t repeat myself again. If you don’t want to do what I order then you can use your safe word.”

Caleb slipped off the couch and clumsily got into position. Oh yes, the drinking. Caleb couldn’t be punished or dealt with in this condition.

“Look at me,” Grant ordered as Caleb knelt in front of him.

Caleb peered up at him.

“Put your thumb in your mouth,” Grant demanded.

“Why?” Caleb had the nerve to ask. He’d pay for that later.

Grant lifted a brow and Caleb hurried to pop his thumb in his mouth.

“You will keep your thumb in your mouth until I tell you to remove it. You will not talk or respond to anyone but me. You may nod or shake your head to answer me and me alone. Do you understand?”

Caleb nodded.

“I’m going to stand up. You will stand up after me. You will grab a hold of my belt. You will not let go. You will walk behind me and hold onto me. Your thumb is not to leave your mouth.”

Caleb nodded again.

Grant’s plan was coming together. He wouldn’t ever punish Caleb when he was under any influences but he wouldn’t allow Caleb to hurt himself either. He’d take control of the situation and get Caleb home safely. He stood up and walked past Caleb.

He heard the rustle of Caleb’s clothes as he rose as well. Caleb’s hand tugged on his belt when Caleb followed his order.

Grant stepped forward without warning and while Caleb stumbled he stayed on his feet and moved to stay with him. Grant strode across the office, then opened the door, before leading Caleb from the room. He kept his pace steady so his boy wouldn’t trip. Before he reached the stairs he spotted himself and Caleb in the mirror hanging in the hall.

They made quite the picture. A picture that Grant found endearing. Caleb was practically pressed against his back as he tried to stay close while hanging on to Grant and sucking his thumb.

Grant had been more concerned with the others in the club trying to engage or taunt his boy then what Caleb would do. This way anyone who they came across would know that Caleb was his and Grant had control of the boy. But now he was proud that Caleb trusted him in his time of need.

Carefully walking down the steps Grant peered around the club. The Wednesday night crowd wasn’t too busy but they did have the attention of most of the patrons in the main floor area.

Master Finn stood at the bar and nodded when Grant caught his eye.

Grant would need to thank the club owner for looking out for his boy. Not that Caleb would need to worry about it in the future. It was time that Grant laid down some rules for his boy.

Whatever had upset Caleb shouldn’t have pushed him over the edge of control. Caleb should have picked up the phone and called or texted Grant. They might not have been together long but Grant was in this relationship to make it work and he felt strongly that Caleb was as well.

But Caleb wasn’t an average submissive. Grant had known he needed to take special care for his boy but this incident really pushed forward that Caleb had more needs that weren’t being met.

They finally reached the front door of the club and Grant was glad they hadn’t had any issues. For the most part, the BDSM community was close and supportive. Still, there was an asshole in every environment and Grant had come across them even at the club.

He pushed the door open and it was caught by Kyle.

Kyle caught sight of Caleb and his features softened as he peered at the boy. He nodded toward Grant before closing the door behind him. Kyle didn’t say anything and Grant was pleased. Kyle was a good Dom and had a soft spot for the boys of the club. It was one of the reasons he made such a good bouncer. He wouldn’t allow any of the subs that visited to be harmed.

Grant pulled open the passenger door as he stopped in front of it. “You will let go of my belt. Climb in the car and put your seat belt on. Your thumb is not to come out of your mouth.”

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