Cason was glad he’d left his button up shirt casually untucked. “Each situation can be different, depending on where we meet and how well I know the sub. We always have a discussion beforehand, but sometimes I need a bit of time to set things up for us. Other times we can start playing as soon as we’re done going over their limits.”
“That sounds like a lot of work, not play.”
“I enjoy it. Planning on how to blow a man’s mind is very… stimulating.” Cason gave Vince a wicked grin, making the other man laugh.
That look was amazing on Vince; curving up his lips and making his eyes shine. More than anything, Cason wanted to see that face sated and relaxed after an intense scene where the man let everything go under Cason’s hands. “I’d like to do a scene with you,” he said. He blinked. That was not how he’d planned to bring it up.
Vince’s mouth dropped open and he stared at Cason, for once not seeming uncomfortable looking directly into his eyes. “Wh— what?”
Cason brazened it out, putting every ounce of his confidence into his voice. “I want to do a scene. With you.” He leaned back and watched Vince’s reaction.
The gorgeous blond wet his lips repeatedly and swallowed. All traces of levity had left him.
“Would you like that?”
Vince nodded.
“Talk to me,” Cason said. “Do you want to do a scene with me?”
“Yes, sir.” Vince’s voice was hesitant.
“Are you hesitant because you are nervous about doing a scene in general or because you aren’t sure you want to play with me, specifically?” Cason laced his hands together in his lap. All of his nerves had drained away and he was calm and steady. This is something he knew how to do. The importance of it just made him all that more serious.
“Nervous.” Vince’s Adam’s apple bobbed a few times. “Definitely nervous.” His fingers began to beat a rapid staccato beat on the arm of his chair.
“Good. It means you’re going to pay more attention.” Cason looked around the very public coffee shop. “Will you come with me?”
“Where? And can I call Page and tell him?”
Cason smiled. “Good. You should never just agree to go play with someone you don’t know, in a location you aren’t sure of. You can call Page and tell him you’re coming home with me. He’s been to my house before. That is, if you want to come now.” His voice dropped on the last line deliberately; Cason hid a smile as Vince shivered.
“Yeah. All right.” All five fingers were tapping now.
Leaning forward, Cason clamped his hand down on Vince’s wrist before he could reach for his phone. The tapping stopped. “I don’t need to be called Master by the subs I play with. I’m not looking for a slave. But you will pay attention when we’re talking, and remember how you speak to me at all times when we’re discussing playing together or actually doing a scene.”
Vince’s eyes were wide and his breathing was shallow. His pants did nothing to hide the thickening erection beginning to create a bulge as he tried to pull his arm back and couldn’t move. “Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir, I understand.” Vince didn’t look away from his eyes while Cason was speaking. “I’ll call Page now, if I can still come with you.”
Relaxing his grip, Cason caressed Vince’s wrist where he’d been pressing down. “Of course. One small mistake isn’t going to change my mind. Finish your cocoa and then call Page. I’m going to go the restroom.”
Cason stood up. He dropped his coffee cup in the tub on the way to the restroom. When he was washing his hands he stared in the mirror. Shaking off the excess water, he ran his clean hands through his black hair, taming some of the curls the snow had brought out as it melted. There was a lot racing through his mind.
Vince had a lot of issues. His difficulty focusing tied directly into the problems he would have had with his previous Dom, who tried to force him to live the lifestyle all the time. Vince’s mind just could not focus all the time.
Clearly the sub had learned discipline when he wanted something; he loved what he did and he was going to school so that he could succeed in his chosen career. Cason didn’t want to live the lifestyle all the time either. That was a lot of stress and responsibility. He knew people who could, and some elements might spill into regular life, but he never wanted to boss a man around every second of the day.
Vince needed to learn the lifestyle he wanted was still reachable after his bad experiences. Cason was determined to help him, despite how long he’d tried to ignore his own need to do so. He’d start tonight. They could sit in the living room and discuss Vince’s limits. His play toys were clean and ready for use, as he always kept them.
“No sex, Cason,” he murmured. There were a lot of things he wanted to do with Vince. He wasn’t sure he could take being that close to his golden man without a chance to do it more than once. If he lost control and they had sex it would be over before Cason had a chance to spend enough time with the sub.
So he wouldn’t.
Even if his cock was already aching. He could take a bit of pain in order to save himself a lot later. He would focus on Vince; the satisfaction in helping the younger man find confidence in his submission would be enough.
CHAPTER FIVE
Vince followed Cason back to his house. Vince drove a really nice car; its polished exterior was shining, even through the winter rain pounding down. At least it wasn’t snowing anymore. If that was the quality of the work Vince did, Cason knew he’d have no trouble getting business… he could just park that beauty in front of the business.
“That’s a Mustang, isn’t it?” Cason had waved Vince into the spare bay in his garage.
“Yeah. A sixty-nine. My dad and I got it as a total junker when I was thirteen. That’s when we discovered my ADHD seemed to disappear when I have a car project to work on. I’ve been fixing cars up ever since.” He held the door open and Cason peeked inside. The inside was gorgeous; leather seats and sleek instruments.
“It’s gorgeous.” He stepped back and let Vince shut the door.
Vince rubbed his hand on the roof. “Thank you.” Cason took in the quiet pride of Vince’s expression as he stroked his car. That was the look he wanted to see when the man looked up at him from his knees. Vince needed to know that he could be just as successful submitting as he was fixing up cars.
“Come inside.”
Cason led the way, stopping just inside to take off his shoes. He emptied his pockets into a carved bowl with a flaring lip set on the glass topped table set beside the door. Taking Vince’s coat, he hung it up next to his on the coat rack. The small entry opened up in a large living room. There was a couch and an arm chair by a wall mounted flat screen opposite a lovely wood bar built into the left side of the room.
“Why don’t you take a seat.” Cason’s tone wasn’t an order, exactly, but he wasn’t asking a question either. “Would you like a glass of water?”
“Yes, please.” Vince sat down on the leather couch, his hands stroking the butter soft surface. “This is nice.”
The kitchen was just on the other side of the bar, so Cason could hear Vince easily. “I’m glad you like it. I’m not much for wearing leather, but I do like it for the feeling and smell.”