“Has he always been this…” Mom’s voice trailed off quietly as she seemed to forget I could still hear her through the phone.
“Awkward.” My dad was so helpful. “The word you’re looking for is awkward.”
“That’s not descriptive enough, sweetheart. Maybe we should have Perry talk to someone? He doesn’t usually avoid us.”
My dad snorted and I could almost hear him rolling his eyes. “Well, he avoided us right before the lingerie discussion…and before he told us he was gay…and before he told us he was dating that challenging young man.”
“That asshole.” Sometimes they were so polite it was weird. “You don’t have to talk around it anymore.”
“Thank you, dear.” Mom sighed, probably trying to figure out where all our manners had wandered off to. “What we’re trying to say is that we’re worried about Perry. Is everything alright?”
It depended on their definition.
“Yes.” I lied better than he did, so no matter what she meant, I’d sound believable. “You probably just caught him at busy times, and I don’t think your phones have been showing when we call you.”
It could be true.
“Did you see that I called yesterday? I wanted to brag about a paper I got back.” It was complete bullshit, but they’d like it for a variety of reasons.
“Oh. No. I’m sorry we missed that.” Mumbling something about bad reception and idiots…which might’ve been a dig at my dad based on how he sighed…she quickly went back to being supportive and forgot all about Perry being weird.
Because he’d definitely been weird.
They just kept asking hard questions like what had he been doing and if he was happy.
The answers to those were not as innocent as they seemed to think they should be, and Perry just wasn’t able to process simple answers quickly enough.
I was fast, though, and put together a very believable paper on the fly and described it in detail. And I didn’t feel bad about that at all. They were happy I’d distracted them. They loved having proof of how smart and dedicated I was…and I was happy that they’d leave us alone for at least twenty-four hours.
Perry was going to owe me a big one.
“Love you, too.” By the time we got off the phone, they were heading to bed and I was heading to find where my slut had wandered off to.
I needed to make sure he knew he owed me.
“If I have to play Hide and Seek with you, no spankings for a week.” His dramatic inhale had me turning and heading toward the kitchen as I went downstairs. “Yep, you were hiding.”
He didn’t immediately deny it, but his guilty look said enough.
“Sorry, you’ve got to answer the fucking phone or they’re going to stop believing me when I tell them you’re fine.” Crossing my arms over my chest as he gave me a sheepish shrug, I didn’t let up on the stern expression. “They’re starting to think you’re hiding something.”
Perry frowned like that hadn’t made any sense at all. “I am.”
Someone was going to have to save me from his ridiculousness at some point.
“So you’re just going to tell them that when they finally get you on the phone?” And his confused frown shifted slightly. “Let’s practice this. When they ask how you’re doing…”
Sighing, Perry slouched in his chair and pouted. “I’m going to say I’m fine.”
Heaven help us.
“No.” How had he managed to keep how kinky he was from any of us? “You’re going to sound confused and say how well you’re doing in class and that you’ve been busy. If you say fine, they’re going to know you’re hiding something.”
I could say it and they’d believe it but the minute he said the word they’d be suspicious.
“Fin—” Barely catching himself, he sighed again. “You’re right. But every time I see their names pop up on my phone, I think of doing stuff with you and then I sound awkward. I actually talked to Mom the other day and she kept asking if I was coming down with something.”
Yeah, like a new kink or something weird he needed to confess.
“Try coming down with common sense or I’m going to cage you until you figure out how to have a good conversation with them.” Nothing about his expression or his behavior said he wanted to stop us, but he was going to get us caught fast if he couldn’t learn to function.
Perry blinked and swallowed but that was about it. The only reason I knew he was alive was because somehow he managed to keep breathing. After a few seconds, his brain started the process of coming back to life. “Wow.”
It was a slow process.
He must’ve realized I was serious, though, because he didn’t say anything rude or stupid. “Yes, Sir.”
Perry didn’t really say anything helpful either, though. So I waited and did my best to show him that if he wanted me to keep fucking with him, he was going to have to stop fucking around. “I… But I don’t want to talk to them while I’m wearing a cage.”
That was not a safeword…but it was common sense.
“Then the next time one of them calls, you pick up the phone and sound functional.” Slowly walking over to him, I smiled as he shivered. “If you can be good, I’ll dress you up in something pretty and let you suck my dick. Would you like that, slut?”
His whimper said he didn’t want to admit that, but after a few seconds, he nodded. “Yes, please.”
Manners weren’t supposed to be that sexy…but his were.
“Then what do you have to do to earn my cock between your lips?” Trailing one finger over his lower lip, I slipped the tip in just enough to get another sexy shiver from him. “Let me hear you.”
His tongue flicked out to taste me as I inched my finger back and the reaction startled him enough that his answer just popped out. “If I have a conversation with them where I don’t sound like I’m hiding something, I can suck your cock.”
And the lights came back online in his head.
“Oh.” Blushing, he shifted in his chair and squirmed. “Yes. That.”
Now he was embarrassed again.
“Good boy, slut.” Rewarding the behavior since it was what I’d wanted to hear, I brought my finger back to his lips and let him suck on the tip again. “I know you want that. I might make you kneel for me or maybe I’ll stretch you out between my legs so I can relax on the bed while you get sucking time.”
He’d like anything that made him feel dirty while he got to suck on me.
Just the fantasy of it had his brain slowing down again and he flicked the tip of my finger with his tongue like he could already taste my dick. After a few more seconds, I pulled my hand away and he gave me a jerky nod. “I…I can be good.”
Probably not, but he’d try for a big enough reward.
“I’m going to put the cage on you tonight so you remember why you want to be a good slut for me. I’ll take it off in the morning, but you’re going to have to show me you can behave.” And answer the fucking phone like a real human.
When he whined and started to pout, I shook my head. “You really don’t want to know what I’ll do next if it comes down to it, Sorry.”
That had his eyes going wide and he swallowed hard. Whatever he was thinking was wonderfully devious because his entire body looked like it clenched, but he gave a jerky nod again. “Yes, Sir. I’ll…I’ll call them tomorrow.”
I’d do my best to make sure that went smoothly, but for the time being, I had to reward him just enough that he’d want to get through the call. So I brought my finger back between his lips and started finger fucking his mouth. “You’re going to ask them why they aren’t returning your calls.”
Because that would get us caught faster than he seemed to understand. When I got quiet they questioned if a cop was going to stop by or if they were getting a phone call from someone at school. When he got quiet they’d learned to expect kinky.
That had not been a good lesson to teach them.
“They think their connection sucks. Then you’re going to tell them about a success you’ve had at school. A paper. A conversation with a professor. Something like that.” No matter what he seemed to think, it wasn’t fucking rocket science. “Then you’re going to ask them about their trip. When they’ve rambled for a few minutes, I’ll interrupt the call and say I need your help with something or you’ll say you have to go finish something…making lunch or doing something for a class. That’s it.”
It didn’t take a genius to handle them.
But Perry would treat it like it did until he’d gotten through it, so I knew I had to keep his treat at the front of his mind.
Easing my finger out of his mouth, I traced my wet finger over his lower lip. “Then what will happen, slut?”
Letting out a quiet moan, he looked like half his brains were gone. It was sexy on him and it got me an answer. “Then you’ll dress me up and…and I can suck on your cock.”
“That’s right. As your reward for being a good boy.” Oh, he liked that too. “I’m going to have to pick out something else fun for my slut.”
The shiver that raced through him went right to his dick based on how his hand moved to his lap, but one shake of my head stopped him mid-tug. “No. Who does that penis belong to?”
He looked confused until he glanced down at his lap and realized what he was doing. “I…you, Master.”
“That’s right and did you ask to play with it?” Raising one eyebrow and giving him an asshole expression got another shiver from him.
It was fun but not conducive to him getting words out, so I had to wait a bit longer for his brain to turn on again. “No. I’m sorry. I was—”
He cut himself off as soon as he realized he was going to keep going, so I shook my head again. “No, let me hear it. You don’t get to edge me. That’s the other way around in this relationship.”
Something had him blinking up at me like I’d just told him the world was flat, but after a few seconds, he nodded and obeyed. “I got aroused when you were giving me orders and fucking my mouth with your finger.”
Oh, fun.
Something made his brain work.
“Good boy.” Running one hand over his head, I traced his lips with my other finger again. “What was your favorite part? What really made that little stiffy so happy?”
Oh, that just pushed his buttons so hard.
He had a love-hate relationship with dirty talk that made him feel ridiculous, and it was honestly one of my favorite ways to fuck with him. It made him hard and embarrassed at the same time and that just made him more turned on in general.
He was so much fun sometimes.
And this was one of those times because he blushed and squeezed his legs together as he let out a quiet whine.
“Your…your finger, Master.” Just getting the words out had his brain glitching and I could see him losing touch with reality the more he thought about it. “I…I was thinking about my reward. I can do it. I can be good.”
So fucking hot.
“You being a good boy is important to me, slut.” For a variety of reasons…some more practical than sexual. “I think it’s time to help you remember that.”
And it’d been a while since he’d submitted or orgasmed…which was probably one of the reasons he’d been overthinking answering the fucking phone.
He made better decisions when he was well subbed and thoroughly drained.
Blinking again, his mouth opened and closed several times before words came out. “I like remembering.”
It was fucking adorable but I managed not to smile. “Because you want to be a good boy for your Master.”
He gave me another nod but it was clear his brain was stuck because that was all he did. So I took that to mean it was time for Master to take control. “We’re going to walk upstairs, and if you do it safely, I’ll plug you while I spank you.”
Oh, he couldn’t decide how he felt about that idea.
He found it completely overwhelming, but I thought that was what he needed in the moment, so I decided to see how he’d react.
His body shivered and his legs pressed together again, but he let out a shaky breath. “I…I get stupid when you plug me.”
So, facts not safewords?
“Yes.” There was no reason to lie about that when telling the truth made him blush and squirm. “But I like you desperate and stupid. You don’t overthink the situation and you’re so much fun to play with like that.”
If his face got any redder, he’d look like that blueberry girl from the Willy Wonka movie. But having too much blood in his brain helped it to work better. “What…what will you do once…once I get stupid?”
Since he’d actually asked, I decided to answer. “I’m going to make you practice sucking dick with one of your toys, and if you put in enough effort, I’ll let you hump my leg until you come.”
And all the lights upstairs in his brain went out.
“If you do a good enough job, I might not even cage you tonight.”
He managed to blink and breathe, but there was nothing else happening for several moments. “I don’t know why I asked.”
Because he was a curious slut.
“Because you knew I wanted to tell you just to see how hard it would make you.” Fucking with him a bit more, I pushed my hands between his legs and palmed his dick. “Very hard. That’s good to know. Now let’s go.”
Blink.
Blink.
“Upstairs.”
He hadn’t asked a question but I nodded and treated it like it’d been one. “Yes, slut. Upstairs. I want to stretch out and take my time with you.”
His brain was still mostly nonfunctional but he moaned when I squeezed his cock. “And being able to relax when I’m spanking you makes you even more desperate.”
Somehow being honest was just as good at fucking with him as the dirty baby talk. His face was back to being a startling color but his hips rocked forward to fuck my hand. It earned him a swat and stern frown. “No humping, slut.”
Well, he stopped his humping but that might’ve been because he’d almost come.
This was going to be fun.
