Page 77 of The Best Bad Decision

Slipping out of him as he flew, I curled around Atlee so I’d be the first thing he saw when he came back down to earth. His pink ass and cum-slicked hole were beautiful, but it was the utter peace in him that drew me closer with every breath.

My boy threw himself into everything he did, but it seemed like he’d been desperate for relief this time because he was so deep I wasn’t sure he knew where reality was. That might’ve been because he knew I’d keep him safe, but I also knew the feeling of being claimed and owned had gone into it.

He needed me to tether him down to earth because everyone else in life had left him to handle it on his own. Sure, he’d done an incredible job, but it’d come at an exhausting price and every fucking confrontation with those idiots made it worse.

I should’ve known how stressful it was for him, but he was incredibly good at downplaying everything he was feeling. Mostly because he’d gotten a lot of practice. Going forward I’d know to watch him closer, but he’d let me in completely tonight, so I might not have to push as hard to figure out where his line in the sand was.

Because we’d barreled headfirst past it and I wasn’t going to let it get that far again.

He’d just looked so centered until he’d fallen apart in my arms. Oh, he’d been nervous about the idea of going to BJ’s and talking about defining our relationship, but those weren’t the same kind of stress. His family was a-whole-nother box of crazy that he’d been fighting too long.

Well, now he didn’t have to do it on his own any longer.

He had a Master to fight alongside him—and for him—if it came down to it. I just had to decide if we were at that point yet. We’d get there because I had no doubt his family would keep going for fuck only knew what reason.

They’d gone right over the deep end on crazy, so they wouldn’t be able to help themselves.

But we’d come back to that after a long night of pleasure, control, and submission. Then once he was feeling centered and ready for the real world, I’d lead the way. He wasn’t ready for that yet and I knew I was correct as he finally started to surface.

There was something foggy and relaxed in his gaze as he peeked his eyes open. “Master.”

“That’s right, baby.” Giving him a soft peck, I stretched out over him and pressed him down into the bed. When he let out a sigh and his lids drooped, I knew I’d made the right call and rocked my cock against his ass. “How does your cage feel and how does your ass feel? I need to know how I can play with my toy.”

Something had a shiver racing through him, but his quiet moan was my favorite. Kissing his neck seemed to keep the pleasure in him going, but he didn’t lose track of the question. “I’m green…achy but…but…it’s…I’m green.”

Well, that was a start.

“I’m glad you like being achy and well-used.” It was too soon to fuck him again for a variety of reasons, but I ground my half-hard cock against him and moaned. “I’m going to make sure my sexy toy is clean and lubed before we go to bed, though. I want you ready for me in the middle of the night just in case.”

Oh, that needy whine was perfection.

It was filled with a beautiful mix of desire and embarrassment, which I didn’t think he understood. Being used was definitely a kink for him, but he also got some kind of spice from the humiliation that came with it.

“Will…will you let me come…when you use me later?” The quiet question said a lot even though he was probably pretending it was subtle.

“No.” The simple answer got a sexy whimper that went right to my cock. “But if you’re my good boy, I’ll fuck you again in the morning before I take it off…and that time I’ll let you come.”

His quick inhale said something hit him squarely in his submission, so I kept going with it and rolled off him. “Turn over for me. You’re too tempting like this and I want to check on your cage.”

Oh, that was fun.

He went nearly purple as he closed his eyes, but he obeyed too quickly for the reaction to be bad. “You’re…you’re going to leave me caged?”

It sounded like a question but I was pretty sure he remembered the answer already. “Yes, baby. You’re going to spend a lot of time caged going forward.”

His shiver told me more than his nearly inaudible whine did, so I traced one finger over the end of his cock where it was pressed against the opening. “Look at this. You’re slick. Did your cum drip out or are you covered in mine?”

Atlee went back to his sexy purple color and let out an embarrassed noise, but he wasn’t going to let a little thing like breathless humiliation stop him from being my good boy. He started with a nod, but after a few tries, he actually got words out. “Yes…it…it dripped out, Master.”

That would’ve felt crazy, but he seemed to like the new sensation.

“I’m glad. Your orgasm made me feel so good, but some locked boys don’t actually get wet orgasms when they’re in their cages.” Keeping my tone cheerful and cute, I rubbed his cum over his slit. It had to be almost too much sensation but the sounds he made said he was sinking deeper again.

My needy boy was more of a pain slut that he seemed to realize.

“You need to let me know when you get your drips after I use you, though.” Kissing his cheek was the icing on the cake and seemed to be what had him rocking his hips up to silently beg for more attention.

So I gave him what he was asking for and tapped the end. “No humping.”