Pushing Connor (The Dungeon #4)(9)
Retrieving his cell, he dialed Lucas’s number.
“Hello?”
His friend sounded rushed, so Connor decided to skip the formalities.
“Hey, Lucas. It’s Connor. Do you have a second?”
“Sure. What can I do for you?”
“I want the weekend off for Wesley.”
There was little pause on Lucas’s end, and Connor could picture him frowning.
“Why didn’t he come to me himself to ask?”
“He doesn’t know he needs it.”
“Ah. I see.”
“It’s our one-year anniversary, and I thought I’d take him somewhere for the weekend. That is, if he can get the time off.”
“Aww. And where is that somewhere?”
“I was thinking Paris.”
“Going full in, I see. Anything special planned. Like proposing?” Lucas teased.
The connotation sank in before Lucas finished talking, and for a second, Connor couldn’t breathe. Fuck, he hadn’t thought of how Paris might be perceived. There was a reason it was considered the city of love. Was he going to propose?
“Connor? Are you still there?”
“No. I mean, yes, I am.”
“I take it you’re not going to pop the question, then.”
“No. It’s just an anniversary.”
“I see. Give me a minute to do some shuffling. How much time do you need?”
“Four days would be perfect, but three would work.”
“Hmm.”
Connor heard the clicking of the keyboard as Lucas did his thing, and he held his breath, waiting for the verdict.
“You’re both set.”
“Thank you. Oh, and don’t tell him anything. I want it to be a surprise.”
“You got it.”
As soon as he hung up, Connor went back online and booked their flight.
***
The front door opened and Wesley stepped into the house. “Hey, honey, I’m home.”
Connor smiled to himself as he went to greet his lover. “Welcome home. How was your day, sweetheart?”
Wesley toed off his sneakers and leaned in for a kiss. “The weirdest thing happened today.”
“What’s that?”
Wesley shed his jacket and set it neatly on its hook, excitement shining in his eyes. “I just found out I have the next few days off. Not just the weekend, but the next four days! Can you imagine?”
“Yes. I know.”
“I’ve never had four days in a row free. Never. Wait. What? How do you know?”
“I asked Lucas for it. Get a bag. I’m taking you to Paris.”
“What’s in Paris?”
“Oh, you know, just the Louvre, the Eiffel Tower, and all that.”
“You’re taking me to France?”
“There’s only Paris for me.”
Chapter 4
With the flights and the waiting time, they had only two days in France, but seeing Wesley’s happiness made all the exhaustion of the travel worth it.
His first time on a plane, Wesley clutched Connor’s hand in a bone-shattering grip during take-off, but he soon came to love it. Once there, they dropped their bags at the hotel and went exploring. They walked hand in hand along the Champs-élysées and kissed in front of the Victory Arch. They watched the lights go on in the Eiffel Tower, and ate in cozy little overpriced restaurants. And they made love on the new, hard mattress of the old hotel in which they were staying.
On the flight home, Wesley took Connor’s hand. There was no fear in his squeeze this time, and he was smiling.
“Thank you for this. It’s been an amazing weekend.”
Connor squeezed back, and brought Wesley’s fingers to his mouth to kiss them. “You’re very welcome. And thank you for joining me.”
Then reality came crushing down when they got home and Connor saw his schedule for the next day: Matthew.
***
Matthew kept his gaze on the floor, his posture the perfect blend of strength and submission.
“Strip!”
While Matthew shrugged off his shirt and pants, Connor focused on the toys at hand. He took out the strings of rope and spread them on the table according to thickness and length. Next to them, he added a pair of small weights.
When he turned back, Matthew had assumed the waiting position in the middle of the room, hands behind his back and legs slightly spread. For once, his silence grated on Connor’s nerves.
“Underwear too.”
If the request surprised Matthew in any way, he didn’t show it. His hands went to the waistband of his briefs and he pushed them down his legs. Once naked, he straightened his back and resumed his former position, his flaccid cock swaying.
While there was never an exchange of bodily fluids in the interactions at The Dungeon, every session elicited a physical reaction from the subs, besides the mental one. That there was nothing coming off Matthew was disconcerting. It made Connor want to see what he could awake in him.
“What do you want, Matthew?”
“Sir?”
“If you could have anything you wanted from me, what would that be?”
“Anything you want me to want, Sir.”
Frustration rose, and Connor fought to push it back. “What is your safe word?”