“I didn’t… I haven’t, not since…” He trails off, and his eyes flicker between the art on the walls and the items on the dresser, looking everywhere but at me.
“Since the alley?” Micah nods, still refusing to meet my gaze. “You haven’t come since you had my cock in your mouth?”
“No,” he whispers, his fingers fisting in the sheets as I climb between his legs, running my palms along his thighs. He gasps as I drop my head, and his hips roll as I slide his panties aside, licking between the wires of his cage and pushing on his plug.
“Bet you’re fucking desperate, aren’t you?”
“Please, Xal,” he whimpers as I wrap my lips around the cage and suck. “Please fuck me. I need it.”
“Not yet, angel.” He whines and reaches for me as I climb off the bed and walk to a nightstand. Open curiosity covers his face as I pull out a handful of black nylon straps.
“What’s that?”
“Oh, this?” My tone is conversational as I dig deeper. “This is a harness, andthis,” I say as I show him a large silicone dildo, “is what I’m attaching to it.”
“Why?”
“Why?” I chuckle, glancing at his wide eyes as I attach the fake cock and toss everything on the mattress beside him before returning to the drawer. “Because we’re going to play a little game.” Micah’s eyes flare as he watches me pull out a set of restraints, and I do a double take as I take him in.
I thought I was prepared for this, butnothingcould’ve prepared me for Micah sprawled out on my bed. Finger-tousled hair and flushed cheeks, white lace and pure, unadulterated need.
He’s mind-blowingly beautiful.
Another squeeze constricts my chest as I grab his wrist and place a kiss on his pulse point before wrapping the leather around it and securing the buckle.
“You’re allowed to keep one hand out for now,” I say as I walk to the foot of the bed and secure his ankles, attaching his limbs to the posts while leaving him some length to move. His gaze never leaves me, and I toss the fourth restraint aside for later.
He swallows hard as he nods at my hands. “Do I get to know what that is?”
I grin as I straighten the black straps. “This is your cock.”
“My… my what?” His brows scrunch as I work the harness around his waist and between his legs, until the pale pink silicone dick juts up from his hips, mere inches above his cage.
“Your cock,” I repeat, dragging my fingers along his cage. “Since this one is mine, it only felt right to give you one, too.” He frowns as I kneel between his knees and lean forward, letting a thread of my spit drip onto the dildo.
“Stroke your cock, Micah.”
Chapter 11
Micah
“Wh-what?” Xalreth’s smile stretches as he spits a second time, nodding at my free arm. “Stroke your cock.”
My eyes shift from my hand to the dildo, then back to his face. My hesitation causes a shift in his expression, and his eyes become stern in their silent challenge. He watches my every move as I wrap my fingers around it, spreading his spit as my hand moves up and down. Phantom tingles run along my cock, a ghost of a touch that has me shivering.
“That’s a good boy,” he murmurs as I bite at my lip, stroking faster as my hips give an involuntary shift. It’s a complete mind fuck. My dick is locked away, unable to get hard, but the sensations are real. They’re intoxicating. Every shuttle ofmy hand along the dildo winds that coil inside me just a little tighter.
My hole squeezes around the plug and a moan slips free, out of my control. My hips lift, flexing off the bed as I thrust.
God, I feel it all.
I feel fuckingeverything.
Usually, the buzz from having someone’s attention on me is a low tingle, but everything about Xalreth’s watchful gaze is different. It’s held under white hot flame before it burns over my skin. Scorching, blistering heat that carves into my body until it feels like it should scar. It’s ownership and complete possession.
A brand, marking me as his.
“Fuck, you’re leaking like a slut right now, soaking those pretty panties.” He swipes at my cock through my thong and comes away with slick fingers. My entire body pulses with need, contained from the days I spent fucking myself with these plugs and refusing to let myself come.
