by AJ Alexander
“I’m being a good boy and bringing you breakfast. Now get in the bed and let me serve you.”
“Demands get you nowhere,” I say as I drop my robe and climb back into bed. If I’m going to be served breakfast, I might as well have fun with it. Baby Boy stops dead in his tracks as he turns with a plate of fruit and a glass of orange juice and coffee in his hands.
“May I kiss you, Mama?” he growls through his clenched teeth.
“No, you may not. Get your ass over here and feed me, I’m starving.”
As he walks closer, I notice his cock starting to harden underneath his jeans, “Stop. Drop your jeans and bring me the key. It is time to get that contraption of my cock, Baby Boy,” I command, leaving no room for argument.
I can tell by the look in his eyes that he wants to argue, but he turns in a huff and places my breakfast back on the table. Turning, he looks me straight in the eyes as he pulled a key from his pocket and places it between his delectable lips and strips out of his clothes.
I watch his muscles ripple as he slowly unbuttons his jeans and gently dislodges his caged cock from them. He winces in pain as he does so.
“My poor Baby Boy,” I coo as I get up from the bed and go to him. Pulling the key from between his lip, I place a gentle kiss on them. “I am going to take this off you and then we are going to talk about why this was a monumentally stupid idea. Although, I thoroughly loved the idea of it.”
He drops his head in shame.
“None of that today, you did nothing wrong. You tried to make Mama happy, and I am very happy. However, something like this cannot be done on a whim. I am sure no one explained this to you. Am I right?”
He shook his head ‘NO.’ I place another kiss on his lips before getting down on my knees to unlock his cage. “This is probably going to hurt, you are starting to get hard, but I will be as gentle as possible.”
I unlock the lock hanging over his ball sack and see he’s leaking pre-cum, my mouth begins to water with the desire to not waste one bit of it, but there will be time for that later. “Are you ready?” I look up at him and see him shake his head in the affirmative, so I begin to slowly remove the apparatuses. He hisses in pain as I ease it off, but we manage to release his cock with no major issues.
I inspect it for any cuts or bruises, running my hand from base to tip using his pre-cum for lubricant. He immediately hardens in my hand.
“Ready to play so soon?” I ask with a smile.
“I’m always ready for you, Mama,” he says with a wicked smile before reaching down to grip me under my arms and pulling me up to my full height. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I give in to my desire and kiss him.
We kiss like we have craved each other for months when in reality we’ve only been apart for a few days. Tongues battling for dominance as he begins to inch us back toward the bed, I feel my knees hit the edge of the bed bringing me back to my senses. Breaking from the kiss, he begins to make his way down my neck causing a moan of pleasure to leave my mouth.
“Wait. Someone promised me breakfast?” Before he even has a chance to retort both of our stomachs let out a very loud rumble, causing us to break out in loud laughter.
“Talk about a mood killer. Well, I guess we both need to eat, back into bed Mama. I’ll grab us plates.” He places a soft kiss on my forehead before turning to make himself a plate and grab mine from earlier.
DANNY
I grab both of our plates and head toward the other side of the bed. Handing Mama one, I place the other on the nightstand before pulling back the covers and climbing in. We sit next to each other in relative silence just eating our breakfast like it’s just another day. I can’t keep myself from imagining what it would be like if this was a regular occurrence for us.
My thoughts are interrupted by Mama’s voice. “So, what on earth possessed you to go and get a male chastity cage?” she asks as she walks across the room to grab us glasses of orange juice.
I am so mesmerized by the sway of her hips as she returns the bed that I forget to answer her question. I’m met by a thump on the back of the head to bring me back to my senses.
“Sorry,” I respond sheepishly as I rub the back of my head. “Honestly, I just hit the google machine. I know you like to boss me around and that was the first thing that came up. I found a store that sold one near here and bought it.” I shrug my shoulders before grabbing the glass of orange juice from her extended hand.
A soft smile crosses her face as she shakes her head at my response. “Baby Boy, what you did for me is the ultimate form of submission for a male to give a female. Did you notice that you were unable to get hard wearing that?”
“Well, yeah. That was kind of the point.” I don’t understand what the big deal is. I wanted to show her that the only person I want near my cock is her. I don’t want or need anyone else, why is that so hard for her to believe.
“Baby Boy, you could have hurt yourself. Obviously, from the chaffing, you bought the wrong size, and you wore it for entirely too long. You could have done some serious damage to one of my favorite parts of your body.”
The blood immediately drains from my face at the words that she just said, but I know that I would do it all over again to see this side of her. “I understand, but I would do it again for you Mama.” I reach over and tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She hesitates but seems to give in to her desire to snuggle her cheek into my hand.
I lean over to give her a kiss, but she pulls away quickly climbing out of bed. “No more freebies for you. I’m still angry with you,” she says with a smile on her face.
“You don’t look very angry from what I can see,” I growl as I start to climb across the bed toward her.
“Baby Boy, stay!” she commands, stopping me in my tracks. “I have a surprise for you. I am taking you to a club that specializes in my kind of play. It would really please me if you would behave so we could play later.”
I contemplated her request and decided to make one of my own, she does seem to be in an agreeable mood this morning.
“Alright, Mama, but you have to do something for me in return.”
She immediately crosses her arms under her delectable tits lifting them enough to make my mouth water. “What may that be?”
“No, that is not how this arrangement is going to work. You want me to behave and I will if you’ll do something for me, no questions asked.”
I can see the wheels turning in her head as she contemplates the dangers of agreeing to whatever it is that I want. I may have finally outsmarted her, but then I notice the devious glint in her eyes. “Alright, but it can’t involve sex in any form.”
“Deal,” I say as I reach my hand out, she is a business woman after all. All deals should be closed with a handshake.
She comes toward me and grips my hand in a firm handshake. I mentally do a happy dance as I climb out of bed to gather my clothes. I have a lot of planning to do.
“What time are your plans for?” I ask as I begin making plans in my head.
“Any time, I guess. Our reservation is from nine pm until tomorrow morning at some point so whenever we get there,” she responds.
“Perfect!” I place a kiss on her forehead and head toward the exit. As I open the door to leave, she calls my name, and I turn to see what she wants. She asks with a quizzical look on her face, “What is it that you want me to do?”
“Go on a date with me.” I watch the door close on the shocked expression on her face. I don’t think she saw that one coming, not at all.
12
LAYLA
To say I was surprised by Baby Boy’s request is an understatement. Now, more than ever, I am glad I had the forethought to book us a reservation at The Tower. He needs to understand the kind of woman I really am, that my desire to dominate over-rules anything else other women may feel they need in life. I left that life behind me years ago when Mason took everything from me.
“Layla!” I hear Mason yelling through our townhouse
, I cringe at the sound.
Him yelling when he comes home does not mean anything good for me. I check to make sure every hair is in place, and my makeup is perfect before heading in the direction of his voice, “Good evening, Mason. How was work?” I say reaching for his briefcase.
He throws the briefcase to the ground. “How many times have I told you to be at the door waiting for me when I get home?” he yells in my face, spit landing on my cheek as I shrink back from his anger.
“I’m sorry. You are five minutes early. I was just making sure I was perfect for you when you got home. I don’t want to disappoint you again,” I whisper. My hands clenched together in front of me, praying that I can escape without him hitting me this time. I never know what will set him off these days. I know he has been really stressed out with this latest project at work, but if I could just get my dad to give him a position at Tore Technologies, I know things would get better. It’s everything Mason has wanted since we got married.
“Right, you do look much better than yesterday.” He grips my arm tightly as he inspects my face for any blemishes before shoving me out of his way. “Now where is my dinner?” he mumbles as he drops his coat on the floor and heads toward the dining room. I let out a sigh of relief as I pick up his coat and place it on the hook before following him.
A soft knock on the door breaks me from my memories, I get up to answer.
“Your dress, as requested, Ms. Torrez,” the sale girl says as she hands me the dress I quickly ordered from one of the nearby boutiques for my impromptu date.
“Thank you so much. Make sure to check back in before you go home for the day, there should be a little something extra for your troubles.”
“Thank you so much, ma’am,” the girl says with a smile before turning to leave the way she came.
I gently shut the door and look at my purchase. This is not like anything I currently own, but it seemed perfect for an evening out with Baby Boy.
I gently slip the multi-colored A-line wrap dress out of the bag and slip it on. The fabric slips down my skin like silk, the off the shoulder straps sit gently on my shoulders like they were made for me. I reach into the bottom of the garment bag and pull out the most gorgeous red peep-toe pumps I have seen in a long time. I can’t help but smile at my reflection in the mirror as I place a simple drop pearl necklace around my neck from my mother to finish the outfit.
I am suddenly stuck with self-doubt, this isn’t me. This is the silly girl I used to be, frilly dresses with flowers on them. Walking to the closet to grab one of my suits I hear a knock on my door, I guess I’m out of time. Let’s hope this new Layla lives up to Baby Boy’s expectations.
DANNY
I rock back and forth waiting for Mama to open the door. I don’t know how many times I’ve gone over my plan for tonight, I just hope that this is everything she hopes it would be. I’m not used to the finer things in life, it’s usually burgers and beers for the guys and me, but I want to give Mama the world. She deserves it.
As I lift my hand to knock on the door again, it opens to reveal the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.
“You’re…You’re…You’re…” I can’t even form a complete thought as I look at her standing there in front of me with her auburn hair cascading down around her shoulders.
“Can we go now?” she asks timidly.
Do what now?
Timid is the last word I would use to describe Layla, but that is exactly how she is acting right now. Maybe she’s feeling just as out of her element as I do. Reaching for her hand, I give it a reassuring squeeze before leading her down the hall toward the elevators.
“You look beautiful tonight, Mama,” I whisper in her ear, as we wait for the elevator to arrive. I notice a shiver run through her body in response, I can’t help but smile. I love knowing that I have the same effect on her that she has on me, just her smell alone has my cock hard as a rock. I’m fighting the urge to reach down and adjust myself right now.
“Baby Boy?”
“Yes, Mama?” I respond as the elevator doors open, and she steps inside. Grabbing me by my belt buckle, she pulls me in as she steps over the threshold, spinning me around and pinning me to the wall.
“If you don’t kiss me right now, I will not be held responsible for all the deliciously painful things I will do to you later.”
Without a second thought, I take her mouth with full force, lifting her by the waist and switching our positions. Wrapping her soft auburn strands around my hand, the battle for dominance has begun, but this time it is I who has the upper hand. Mama craves my attention, not just today, but always. I nip at her lips and give her hair a gentle tug as she moans in pleasure.
“The naughty things we will do together, but first, our date. I promised no sex, Mama. No matter how badly I want to spread your legs and devour that sweet pussy of yours until you’re screaming my name.”
Mama unwraps her arms from around my neck and slides down my body, giving my cock a squeeze. “One day, really soon, I’m going to fuck you, Baby Boy, and you’re going to love it so much, that I will ruin you for every other woman on the planet.”
“You already have.” I place a gentle kiss on her forehead and grab her hand as the elevator doors slide open.
I walk up to the hostess stand at Mon Ami Gabi in Paris, Las Vegas. I researched the shit out of all the hotels around the Bellagio, I know its cliché, but I want to take Layla to see the fountain. I have timed our reservation perfectly and asked for the perfect table, so the fountain show will go off during dinner. Hopefully, she enjoys it.
“I have a reservation for two, it’s under Daniel Webb.” The hostess looks down to locate our reservation. “Right this way, sir. Please, follow me.”
We follow the hostess toward our table, everything is exactly as I requested. A vase of white lilies is in the center of the table, and a bottle of champagne is chilling. I pull Layla’s chair out for her and then walk around the table and take my own, the hostess places menus in front of both of us before returning to her place in the front of the restaurant.
Before opening my menu, I glance over at Mama. She has a sly smile on her face. “What?” She just shakes her head and opens her menu, I try to ignore the look, but I just can’t let it go.
“Mama, come on. What was the look for?”
She takes a sip of her water before placing her menu down in front of her. Our waiter comes over motioning toward the bottle of champagne, giving him a nod, he pops the cork and begins to pour both of us a glass.
“Are you going to answer me?” I ask again, before placing my own menu down.
“Would you like to order?” the waiter asks.
“Yes.” “No.” We both respond at the same time. Mama raises her eyebrow. “Yes, I would like the chicken and mushroom crepe with brie and kale.”
“And for you Sir?”
Before I have a chance to respond, she tells him, “He will have the salmon with quinoa, wild rice & barley.” Taking both of our menus, he gives us a small bow and heads toward the kitchen.
I take a sip of my champagne and look out the window, I hate that she thinks I can’t even order my own food. Does she think I’m a fuck up like the Team does? Have I come across as an idiot?
Staring out the window, I stop thinking to take in the magnificent view of the fountain. The sun is just starting to set, the show should start anytime now.
“What made you choose this place, Daniel?”
My head snaps in her direction. Just hearing her say my name has me adjusting myself in my seat.
I wonder if I could get her to scream my name?
“I did some research, it has the best food in town,” I respond before taking another sip of my champagne.
We both enjoy the view, waiting for our food to arrive.
“Are you going to continue to pout like a child, Daniel?”
“I’m not pouting.” In reality, I am. I want to be someone she can depend on. Someone that can take care of her, s
he didn’t even think that I was man enough to order my own food.
“Yes, you are. Look at me,” she commands. My eyes immediately snap to hers, I can’t help but follow all of her commands. The desire to please her overwhelms all my other senses.
“Okay, I’m not a child, I can order my own food. I want to take care of you and be someone you can depend on. Not someone that you feel you need to take care of.” I jump slightly as she reaches across the table to grab my hand.
“I was just trying to help. I come here a lot, and there are many choices on this menu. I wanted to order something for you that I hoped you would enjoy. I guess I should have discussed it with you first.”
A light blush covers her cheeks, is Mama embarrassed? I never thought I would see the day that something embarrassed her.
“It’s okay, we’re still learning about each other.”
She gives me a shy smile and nods her head. I want to kiss her so badly, but I know she will lose it if I do.
“The lifestyle that I lead, it can’t be done without honest communication. If something upsets you, I need you to tell me. Understand?”
“I understand,” I say with a smile.
The waiter returns with our food, I have to admit that my food smells incredible. Taking a deep breath of my salmon makes my mouth water.
A comfortable silence takes place while we sample our food. Mama takes a sip of her champagne, watching her throat work as she swallows has my dick hardening once again.
“What branch of the military are you in, Daniel? From your haircut, your ability to take orders, and the delicious picture you sent me, I know you’re in the military.”
I can’t stop the smile that lifts my lips. “I knew you liked my picture, I’m a Navy SEAL.” I’m proud of having completed training, it was the hardest thing I’ve ever been through.
Her face shows her surprise, making my smile bigger.
