La Maison 2: Differences (Complete: BDSM mxm)

April 12

A/N: It's all kicking off. Slowly. One Step at a time.

Dexter

Dae is so damn cute, but I swear he's going to give me a heart attack. Not only is he wearing the teeniest pair of running shorts in bright red (I think he's been taking fashion tips off Ellis, who loves to subvert the expectations of subs in leather shorts), with a hot pink crop top, but he made sure to lean forward when he kneeled by my side in the club, revealing an even tinier scrap of electric pink lace beneath them.

"You wearing lacy panties, Baby Boy?" I whisper it, but I swear Chase has supersonic hearing for anything kinky, which obviously goes off a lot in the club, and he looks over, giving me the filthiest wink.

"I can take them off if you don't like them, Daddy?" Dae looks at me with sweetness exuding from every pore – the minx.

"I could make you, Baby. Instruct you to strip right here. Maybe I'd gag you with them for being such a cheeky boy."

He shudders, and I watch his face carefully, still not sure how much he gets off on humiliation, though suspecting that there's some enjoyment, but that it's tempered by something else that I don't like so much.

"I won't though, tonight," I reassure him, and he does relax at that, settling into my side and resting his head against my thigh. I'm going to push it, soon, but not without warning.

As he rests against me, I contemplate how it's one of my favorite things, when a sub is relaxed enough with you to zone out, to get into their headspace. Some of them are so deep into their submissiveness that they can do it with any Dom, but it always means a bit more when they aren't quite so easy. Dae always seemed to trust Chase during his training, and he did get to subspace with him, which proves the trust, but I never saw him do this, and it sends a trail of possessiveness up my spine that he does it for me.

It allows me to relax with Chase and Xander, who have each asked a free sub to join them for the evening, and Christian, who has Alain by his side, as the boy asked for some additional training, and Chris has taken him on for a month.

I spend quite a lot of time with them, anyway, particularly Xander, as we both live next door in François' building, but we're all comfortable here: a safe Dom space, almost, where, far from judging our predilections, anyone who sees us in action is likely to be impressed, perhaps even in awe.

I've zoned out a bit myself, just enjoying the sensation of running my fingers through Dae's thick, glossy hair, safe in the knowledge I can't mess it up as it's always at least a little wild, when I note Chase's tone change from the story he'd been telling Xander, becoming sharper, intrigued.

"Who's that with Kevin?"

I glance up at Kevin, who's a longstanding Dom member, who doesn't exactly give me the creeps, but it's close, and I haven't gone out of my way to become friendly with him over the years.

I don't recognize the man he's with. The band he wears denotes him as a guest, so he must have been vetted (not by my own systems, I haven't convinced François to update them yet, but I know his own have been reasonably robust). There's a darkness in his eyes as he glances over the subs, making no distinction between the ones who are available and the ones clearly demarked as being with a Dom, through collars or cuffs, usually. That kind of attitude can get anyone into trouble, and I inadvertently let out a disapproving grunt, which seems to startle Dae from his reverie.

He looks up at me, his eyes wide.

"Are you okay, Daddy?" he murmurs, still a little spaced.

"Yes, Baby, shh." I try to calm him back into his zone, but he suddenly tenses, turning his face into my thigh. "What is it, sweetheart?"

"Nothing," he lies, obviously, as he's positively trembling against me. I glance around, wondering what he's seen. There are a few different people since he zoned out, but he's seen them all before. All except the guest with Kevin.

I look closer. He isn't looking toward us, still leering around, his dark eyes suggesting an ownership of the boys he rakes them over. Maybe that's what upset Dae, but I don't really think so. The man has pale skin and pitch black hair, thick and choppy. He's lean, and almost as tall as Kevin, who is beginning to look uncomfortable, but doesn't say anything, which strikes me as odd. Any guest we bring in is our responsibility, and poor behavior can get a resident Dom reprimanded; even to the point of physical punishment or to have their membership revoked. The stranger's behavior isn't that bad, yet, but without Kevin guiding him it's beginning to look like it might get there.

I wonder if Dae knows him. Though there's no real reason, despite them both being Asian. No real reason, except for Dae's sudden and strange reaction.

"Do you know that man, Dae?"

He just whimpers, clenching onto my calf with desperation.

"Dae, answer me, now."

"Red, Daddy, I'm sorry. Red. Please take me away."

I scoop him up, and he clutches the back of my neck almost as hard as he held my leg, still shaking and burrowing his head into me. When I get to my room I settle him on the bed, sitting by him as he wraps his arms around his knees.

"Talk to me, Baby."

He just presses his face in his knees.

"We aren't playing now, Dae. You safeworded. You know we have to discuss what made you need to do that." I'm stern, but I'm not using the intonation of my Domming voice. Getting information from him using that would be tantamount to torture – I certainly couldn't rely on what he told me if it was forced out of him.

"Daddy-,"

"Don't call me that right now, Dae." I'm not punishing him, but the look on his face makes his hurt clear, makes the fact that he feels as though I am apparent. "This isn't a punishment," I clarify, "but you can't be in sub mode for this. We have to talk."

"Will you still do our public scene tomorrow if I don't?" he asks, and then shudders. "If someone invites a guest, can they come more than once?"

"Not without meeting with François before their second time," I answer the easy question first, though it raises almost as much concern as the first.

"Okay."

"I won't scene with you at all, Dae, until we've got to the bottom of why you needed to safeword. I won't play with you until I know you're safe."

He lifts his head to look at me. He's paler than usual, though the line of his mouth is resolute.

"I'm fine. I just saw someone I used to know. Someone I hadn't wanted to see again."

"An ex?" Hmm, was that a little jealousy bleeding into my voice? Though I know Dae has never had a Dom before, maybe that guy prompted Dae to wonder, and maybe he's exploring now too.

He splutters out a pained laugh, though. "Not exactly."

Maybe just a fuckbuddy then. One who can't have treated Dae well, if this is his reaction. I'll make sure his name goes on the red-list for member refusal once I've got it from reception. I won't ask Dae for it, if the man has bothered him enough to safeword.

"Okay, Dae. We won't play tonight." He pouts, but I ignore it as best I can. "But I want you to stay at mine tonight."

"Yes, please," he says and I hug him to me, pleased by his excitement.

"And you're wearing those panties to bed."

There's always the morning.