Page 26 of Caged for Them

“All right then. I’m going to get drinks. Gossip about me behind my back.” I winked and the women all laughed, which probably meant they would do exactly that.

Halfway to the bar, I stopped, my heart leaping into my chest when I saw Jason leaning over and talking to a cute blonde. I watched him unbutton his collar, moving closer. He couldn’t be cheating. He wouldn’t cheat. But I knew Jason and knew his history. And secretly, that fear that he’d ruin everything had persisted, no matter how many passionate nights the three of us had. The overwhelming sense of dread — or maybe paranoia — hung over me every time I walked into the bar. I knew what it must have been like for Gabi to see him with another woman.

He was the biggest cheater I knew. And he was at the Sandy Creek Tavern with a woman. Again.

I felt like I was going to throw up. I wanted to flee the scene, to never talk to him again, but someone behind me bumped me and shoved me closer, and I caught a thread of his voice.

“Yeah, so I can wear it all the time, but no one knows what it is except you and your dom, you know? It reminds me of who I belong to.” I frowned, watching as he pulled out the collar I’d bought him. The blonde leaned in closer, smiling.

“It’s so pretty. I found these eternity collars. Have you seen those? I just don’t know what my dom will want me to wear.” She blushed, and Jason shook his head.

“I’m sure he’ll want you to wear whatever makes you feel good, Jamie,” he said, laying a hand on hers. “But you have to communicate what that is. I think I fail at that sometimes with Henry and Mari, but it’s all so new and we’re working on it.”

“Two doms, it must be hard,” the woman said, sipping her drink.

He smiled, his eyes dropping. “No, it isn’t. It’s the best. They’re the best. And Mari isn’t much of a domme, she’s just… Mari. Well, unless you give her some ropes.” His face took on a faraway look for a moment, then he laughed and shook his head. “Henry, though. Damn, does he like his new flogger.”

Someone shoved into me again, and I stumbled forward, and this time, Jason turned and noticed me. His face lit up.

“Mari!” He stood and gave me a hug, pulling me close, cupping my cheek and kissing me. I slipped my arms around his waist, feeling how steady he was.

“Are you being a good boy?” I whispered.

He laughed, his pretty eyes sparkling. “Always for you, Mari.” Then he turned to the woman. “This is Jamie. I met her at the munch, and she wanted some advice on the submissive lifestyle. Not that I’m an expert, either. But I thought it would be nice to talk to someone who understands me.”

“I see,” I said, smiling at Jamie, keeping a possessive hand on my beautiful sub. “Was it nice?”

His face turned beet red, and he ducked his head. “It’s so weird, being like this when everyone expects you to be some kind of alpha male or something. It’s been nice talking to someone different.”

I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his ear. Right now, the urge to do something that showed my ownership was strong. He hadn’t felt so much like he was mine, like I needed to command him lately, because Henry so often took the lead, but I was still in command, and I wanted him to know that. “You’re in a bar alone with a woman. Are you wearing a cage?”

He blushed and shook his head. “No, I’m sorry, I didn’t even think…”

I cupped his chin and forced eye contact. “Are we sure you have the level of self-control that’s required for doing things without thinking, my love?” The affectionate term slipped out, and I wondered if I shouldn’t have put it like that. His eyes widened, then dilated, a soft gasp escaping his lips.

“I don’t know,” he whispered. “I hope so. This didn’t seem sexual at all. For one thing, we’re both submissive.” He laughed softly, as if the thought of fucking another submissive was the most bizarre thing he could imagine.

“Let’s put your cage back on you, Kitten. And you’ll work on communicating your plans better so you don’t give me a heart attack.” I said, and if possible, his cheeks got even redder as he nodded.

“Yes, Mistress,” he whispered, and the rough sound of his voice, I knew, meant my words were making him rock hard.

“Well, I just so happen to have it.” I turned back to Jamie. “Lovely to meet you, Jamie. Do you mind if I steal him for a moment?”

She nodded, her eyes wide, as if she was in awe of me, and I grabbed him and yanked him back through the restaurant, leading him into a small bathroom, bolting the door, and shoving him against the counter. He was grinning, and I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Don’t smile at your punishment.” I poked him.

He laughed, his eyes sparkling. “You know I love punishment. Henry beat my ass last night, and I came so hard. I can still feel it.”

“Don’t make me think of something worse than the cage.”

“You were jealous,” he said.

“Whatever.” I yanked his belt open and cupped his cock.

“You were. And you called me ‘my love.’”

“Quiet. Fuck me and then we’ll cage you,” I said, abruptly changing my mind about the plan. Which probably didn’t make it a very good punishment. But I was the domme, and that was my prerogative. If I needed his cock, I needed his cock.

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