“You have to add another tally mark to my side.” He must see the smugness on my face, because he gives a dark chuckle and shakes his head. “It’s not going to be that easy. You only have thirty-three chances to get it done.”
“Chances?” I stare up at him in question.
He nods as he takes a step closer, his bulge pressing against my lips through the material of his shorts. I open my mouth, dragging them along his erection as he stares. A low hum rumbles from his throat as he pulls his cock free, gripping it at the base and moving towards my lips. “Your mouth is going to be occupied, angel. If you need to stop, tap my leg twice. Okay?”
“Yeah,” I say as I lick my lips, my body pulsing in anticipation. “Okay.”
“Perfect,” he whispers as he hooks my teeth and tugs, forcing me to open wider. Tightening his grip on the leash, he yanks me towards him and his cock drives into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat. I gag around him as he holds me there, fighting my reflexes as I cough. Spit webs between us as he withdraws and smirks, but I see the care behind it as he makes sure I’m on board.
“That’s one.” My eyes widen as he jerks me forward again, blocking my windpipe with his cock as my skin flushes deeper. “Two,” he says, and I fight to catch suction on him as he pulls out. Realization hits me as my gaze sweeps back up to his.
“Now you’re getting it,” he murmurs, swiping at the spit leaking from my mouth as he slowly fucks my face. Each thrust inside me is met with the tug of the lead, and I drag my tongue and tighten my lips as the numbers tick away. By the count of sixteen, I’m delirious with need.
Xal’s head tilts with a predatorial grin. He hooks a foot between my legs, tapping my balls with the toe of his boot. A loud moan erupts around his cock as he uses the leash to position me. “Go ahead, dog. Fuck my boot like you’re in heat. We both know you want to.”
My fingers curl into the waist of his shorts, and he shoots me a warning glare. But I don’t tug on him or move his body, don’t take any control back, I just hold on. I hold on for dear fucking life as he fucks my mouth, and I thrust against his leg. My eyes close as the sensations overtake me, and I’m hovering, weightless and hazy, as I focus on them.
The slick slide of his cock against my lips and tongue.
The drip of spit over my chin, and the rumble of my groans caught in my throat.
The drag of my body against his boot, and the bump of the cage wires along the laces.
“Twenty-two,” he says, voice giving a clear warning, and I whine as I work harder to earn my reward. He flexes his foot, and his toe nudges my plug. “God, you really are a cock slut, aren’t you?” He taps me with his boot again, and I nod with my mouth full of him. My fingers clench around the fabric of his shorts as I stare up his frame, thrusting against him.
“Are you about to come just from being used?” I gag as he drives forward, nodding desperately as tears slip down my cheeks. “Time is running out, angel.”
My entire body is coiled tight as I grind against him, every thrust bringing me closer. The tension is unbearable. It’s delicious, and painful, andbeggingme to let go. When he reaches thirty-one, I sob as all that built-up pressure releases. White streams of my release shoot from my cage as I come with his cock down my throat. Pulse after pulse dirties his boot, dripping down the leather and laces as my body trembles.
“Thirty-three,” he says, and slips out of my mouth as I suck in a loud breath. My lips are slick and swollen, and my jaw aches from the stretch. “You were so close, Micah, but you were too busy humping my leg to get me off, weren’t you?”
“Yes.” My voice is wrecked and raspy, and he fuckingpurrsas he presses his foot against my chest and kicks me onto my back. He stands over me with his cum-slicked boot on my sternum, staring down as he strokes himself.
“Should make you clean it off, shouldn’t I?” My body still pulses with the aftershocks of my release as I stare at his giant hand shuttling over his cock. “Would you enjoy that? Would my filthy angel like to lick my boot?”
“Please,” I whimper, and he throws his head back with a loud moan. Just when I think he’s about to come all over me, he releases himself and removes his foot. He pulls on the leash, and my abs contract as my torso lifts off the ground.
Taking a few backward steps, he keeps tugging until I’m forced onto my hands and knees once more, crawling towards him. “What do you think everyone would do if they knew the big and mighty Micah was wearing sores onto his knees to pleasure me?”
When I’m close enough to stare down at his boot, his hand clamps around the back of my neck. “Go on, angel.” I drop to my elbows with a whimper and lick the leather, lapping up my cum. He releases me as I sit up, showing him my tongue.
“Such a good boy,” he murmurs. “Swallow it for me now.” He watches my throat bob, then leans forward, tipping my chin up as he presses an impossibly soft kiss on my lips. “Perhaps I’ll keep you leashed forever. Never allow you to leave my side again.”
“Does that mean you’ll keep me?” I ask, and he smiles as he crouches in front of me.
“I already told you, didn’t I? You belong to me.” My eyes sting as I nod, blinking to keep the tears at bay. He uncaps his marker and makes a fresh tally on my thigh. “Well, angel, the good news is that you get to count to thirty-four this time.”
He turns and grabs something else from the desktop that I can’t see. Gentle fingers curl around my chin and he pops my lips apart, swiping a tube of cherry-flavored balm across them. The tears I’d been fighting spring forward, pooling in my eyes as the tiniest frown pulls on Xalreth’s mouth.
Carefully, he coats my lips as a single tear slips free, streaking down my cheek. He swipes a finger over the droplet and then over my glossy mouth, mixing the salt with the artificial cherry flavor. “Someone has to take care of you. I can’t be breaking my favorite toy, now can I?”
Chapter 15
Xalreth
I didn’t make it to thirty-four.
Micah is a fucking drug—how his mouth slacks and his eyes squeeze closed, the cording of the tendons in his neck and all those delicious sounds. The desperate way his muscles flex as he takes his pleasure.
