Maddox slowly fucked him, patient, intense, watching his every breath, it seemed.
When Hank’s climax started, it rolled through him harder than any he’d ever felt, and the sensation of his ass clamping down on the cock so beautifully fucking him added an extra level of delicious pleasure to it all. He cried out, his cock jerking in Maddox’s hand and cum squirting halfway up his chest.
Triumph flashed across Maddox’s features. He sped up his thrusts until he caught up and tipped over the edge, too, finally falling still inside him.
“Holy fuck,” Hank whispered, too…everythingedto even know what to say.
“Good holy fuck?” Maddox asked, sounding vulnerable.
Hank grabbed his head and tongue-fucked him, until Maddox sort of looked a little goofy now, too. “Thebestholy fuck, Sir. Theverybest.”
* * * *
“Are you almost ready, Sir?” Hank called out. “I don’t want to be late.”
“Stop rushing me, boy,” Maddox called back from the bedroom. “Or I know someone who’s going to spend a month in the metal chastity cage they hate so much,” he playfully added.
Hank winced. “Yikes,” he muttered. “Sorry, Sir,” he called out, and settled in to wait.
“That’s better.”
Hank couldn’t help it. He was eager to get to the party. Eliza and Rusty were watching JJ for them this weekend. Today, she went with the couple to their reenactment group to learn how to fight with a sword, and last night and tonight they were going to help her sew her own costume.
This was the men’s third private party, and he was looking forward to it. Tonight’s party was at Cali, Sean, and Max’s house. And the men’s expanding implement collection included quite a few items from their webstore.
Nine months married, and Hank honestly couldn’t remember what it felt like being single.
Hell, he could barely remember what it felt like being separated from Maddox for fourteen years. Especially when there were times the sadist sent Hank to work with special little reminders of who owned him.
Like having one of the silicone chastity cages Maddox had invested in locked on his cock for the day.
Not that Hank ever disobeyed Maddox when it came to masturbation. If he was horny and Maddox wasn’t already taking care of him, all he had to do was ask.
Not once had Maddox ever told him no.
Sometimes Maddox had lots of sadistic fun making Hank beg for it like crazy, but that was just part of the game, and something Hank not only didn’t mind, but had grown to love.
Because it meant there was someone in his life in charge of him, looking out for him.
Had his back.
And his ass.
But Maddox the sadist had started finding all sorts of sneaky ways to work their ever-deepening Master/slave dynamic into their vanilla life.
Keeping his boy’s cock locked up—just because he could—was quickly becoming one of Maddox’s favorite sneaky pastimes.
Could Hank safeword?
Well, yeah, obviously he could, butwhywould he? The only times he’d safeworded while with Maddox were for either something hurting him in the bad way, like a leg cramp, or because of something having to do with JJ.
Hank was now a crew foreman for the construction company, meaning a bump in pay, and yeah, there was something to be said knowing he had a little secret that he shared only with Maddox. The silicone chastity cages weren’t too uncomfortable to wear under work clothes.
Honestly? He’d sort of hit a point where he felt a little naked if he didn’t have one on during the workday.
Which was another thing Maddox said he loved about him—that Hank was so easily “trainable.”
Hank took it as further proof that Maddox, and what they had together, was true destiny.
