Page 26 of Atlas & Miles
I adored that he was asking for further clarification. This guy was definitely a kink veteran. “What are your feelings onhumiliation and degradation?” I grinned. “I already know you have a praise kink.”
He blushed, and fuck, he really was going to kill me. “You’ve guessed my secret. Though it may be the world’s worst-kept secret, to be honest.”
I laughed, tossing my head back before reaching for my water and taking a sip. Miles mirrored me and swallowed his quickly.
“To answer your question, I’d like to try humiliation and degradation. I haven’t had much experience with it, but the idea of both intrigues me.”
I nodded. “Okay, got it. We’ll give it a try, and if you hate it, that’s what safe words are for.”
“Exactly.”
I sat and watched him for a moment before leaning toward him. “I’ve gotta be honest, Miles—I’ve kinda been living for your blushes.”
His cheeks flushed, of course.
“Exactly like that.”
His face just got a deeper red.
I chuckled. “Okay, new-ish topic. How do you feel about toys?”
“Like a cock cage?” he shot back, and a laugh burst out of me.
“Smart-ass. But yes, like that.”
“Pro.”
I grinned. “Same. Okay, next question: top, bottom, side, vers, or somewhere on that spectrum?”
Miles just blinked at me for a moment.
“What, baby?”
He shook his head as if to clear it. “I’ve never been asked that, actually. Top or bottom, sure. But not many people acknowledge that position preference, like most things, can be a spectrum.”
I nodded. “Definitely.”
He shifted in his seat, taking a healthy swig of water and averting his gaze. What did that mean? “So I’m entirely a submissive boy. And I love having a Daddy, but . . .”
His voice trailed off, and the puzzle pieces fell into place. “You prefer topping?”
His adorable blush was back as he nodded. “Yes. I’m not opposed to bottoming—and I would absolutely love for you to split me in half with that gorgeous dick of yours more than once—but I do prefer to top more often than not.” He bit his lip, his expression souring as his words quieted to a near whisper. “Not many Daddies like to hear that.”
“Oh, my sweet boy.” I cupped my hand around his jaw but couldn’t help the wide grin splitting my face in half. “I’m so sorry that happened to you, butthisDaddy is ecstatic that you said that. Because I actually prefer bottoming.”
He gasped as his eyes flew to mine. “Really?”
The incredulity in his voice didn’t sound like disbelief but tentative hope, and I reached for his hand and held it between us. “Really. My sweet spot is topping from the bottom.”
He snorted. “That tracks.”
We both cracked up then, and I absolutely adored how light things felt between us. My past relationships were often angst-filled, and I couldn’t remember having much fun with my previous partners. This was infinitely better.
Once our laughter died down, I brought up one more piece of critical business. “So I was tested before I moved here, and everything came back negative. I’m also on PrEP. I did have sex with the giver of this cage”—I gave it my most haughty glance—“though he had a condom on and didn’t technically finish. But your level of comfort is most important here; if you want condoms for oral, too, that’s what we’ll do until I can get tested and cleared again. Or we can use them indefinitely, if that’s what you’d prefer.”
His brow furrowed as he seemed to consider my words. “I was tested after my last hookup. Negative as well. Though that was an embarrassing number of months ago. I used to take PrEP, but I stopped a few weeks back because I didn’t see the point.” He cocked his head to one side. “But if you have been protected every time since your negative test, I’m comfortable forgoing condoms for oral and just using them for anal until you’re tested again. Though I’m not comfortable getting rid of condoms at all if you’re having sex with others.”
I hummed. “Well, since we’re going exclusive, you won’t have to worry about that.”
