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No, Caleb understood that much. Was it the submissive side of him that was the problem, the sex in general, or him being a man? It didn’t matter. He didn’t take it personally. “None taken.”
“It’s sex. Nothing more. I’m not asking you to Dom him. I’m giving you a present and a chance to blow off some steam.”
“You’re giving Caleb as a present? How is he yours to give? He’s your employee.”
Wander chuckled. “Because we do things a little differently around here. On the clock, I’m his boss. Off the clock, I can ask him if he wants to have sex or do a scene. Which, for the record, he did. He always has the choice to say no, and he knows that. Right, kid?”
Caleb nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Roman dragged a hand over his face. “You’re not making this easy on me.”
“Do you want to say yes?”
“Of course I do!” Roman took a shaky breath. “Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve had sex? And let’s not even talk about sex with a man. Years, that’s how long. You know how careful I have to be in my job.”
Wander stepped up to his brother and put a hand on his shoulder. “Why do you think I offered Caleb? You need this, and I’m telling you to make use of the opportunity. Caleb loves it, I promise. He’s a little slut.”
“Jesus, Wander…” Roman let out a deep sigh. “Sometimes I can’t believe the shit coming out of your mouth.”
“It’s the truth,” Caleb piped up. He wasn’t gonna get between the two brothers, but he didn’t want Roman to think Wander was lying. “I love sex and being used. Sir.”
He added that last word as an afterthought, not entirely sure what he should call Roman.
“You don’t need to call me Sir. I’m not a Dom.”
Caleb shrugged. “It’s easier for me, since I’m used to it. I call everyone Sir when they’re not fellow subs.”
“Right. And you’re absolutely one hundred percent sure this is what you want?”
“Wander would never pressure me into something, Sir. He asks, and I can say yes or no. In this case, it was an easy yes.”
“I can’t believe I’m even having this conversation. It feels surreal.”
“Let go for a little while, Ro.” Wander’s voice was kind, soft, the affection for his brother obvious.
“Okay.” Roman let out another deep sigh. “Okay.”
“Good. You’re familiar with the concept of a safeword?”
Roman widened his eyes. “Yeah, but I’m not?—”
“It’s for Caleb. He won’t say stop if you do something he doesn’t like because he’s been trained not to. But he will say ‘Red’ when he’s reached his limits, and I need to know you will respect that.”
“Of course.”
“Remember”—Wander turned to Caleb and pinned him with an intense stare—“I need to know you’ll call ‘Red’ if you have to. No exceptions.”
“Yes, Sir.” Caleb’s reply was automatic, drilled into him from countless encounters where trust was currency. Red meant stop. Always had, always would. Control was a gift he gave willingly but only on his terms.
“Good. Have fun.”
With that, Wander turned on his heels and left. The door clicked shut behind him, sealing the room in a hush of anticipation. Or was that just Caleb? No, Roman’s eyes showed it as well, hidden behind a layer of uncertainty as if he was a little lost in the enormity of the offer and unsure what to do next. That was probably true, considering his lack of experience with encounters like this.
The air was thick with the unsaid, with Roman crinkling his brow ever so slightly and a hint of fear in his eyes, not unlike the way Caleb felt whenever he played for the first time with a Dom he didn’t know. Roman needed guidance in this world, where power was a gift given, not taken. For once, Caleb would have to make the first move, but it would still have to be a clear signal Roman was in charge and Caleb expected him to lead.
He kept eye contact as he stripped, dragging his hoodie over his head, then lowering his sweat pants and taking them off at the same time as his underwear. His socks came off last, and then he stood naked. Roman watched him with hungry eyes, a man starving for a meal after going hungry for too long.
Caleb’s body moved fluidly as he sank to his knees, the rough carpet against his skin a stark contrast to the softness of submission pouring from him like honey. This was his realm, his sanctuary. Kneeling felt like coming home, even with a man who wasn’t a Dom. He never felt more himself than when he was submitting.
