And he moved quick, locking my soft and wet cock into one of the heavier and smaller chastity cages we owned. He looped the thick ring around my deflated sac and pushed my cock behind the metal bars, latching the device closed as soon as I registered the cold press of steel against my skin.
“Ronan,” I whined.
He crawled out from beneath the table, key held in his fist and a satisfied and tired smile on his face.
“Go to work, Kevin,” he said again, “I’m going back to bed.”
Chapter Thirteen
Ronan
“Have you heard from Foster?” Kevin tossed his glasses on the kitchen counter and tilted his head while he waited for me to answer.
I paused at the sink, turning off the tap before the glass I was filling overflowed. I hadn’t heard from Foster, and if I was going to be honest, I hadn’t thought much about him since he’d called me to his house before sunrise to stitch up the guy he was fucking. I’d chosen instead to focus my attention on making Kevin hate every second he was apart from me and even some of the ones we were together.
I’d spent the first half of the week developing new ways to ask things of him, more creative ways to demand his obedience, and painful ways to reward him for both. The list was short, but getting longer, and I looked forward to expanding it further.
“No,” I answered, taking a drink of water before I said anything else.
“Does that bother you?”
I swallowed the contents of the glass and refilled it, drinking that one down before I gave Kevin an answer. My feelings about Foster had turned more complicated than my feelings about the shifting dynamic with Kevin, and that was saying something. I didn’t want to give Foster the room.
“I have a lot of feelings about him,” I said, “None of them involve worry.”
I was angry at Foster, betrayed, deceived.
“I find that hard to believe.”
“Foster is at home where he belongs, getting into trouble, as he does.”
“And you know this for sure?” Kevin pressed, coming around the island and aligning his body against mine.
“Why do you care so much?” I snapped, grimacing when I recognized the sound of my voice. I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed, dropping my arms down and pulling Kevin closer to me. I kissed the side of his neck, peppering my lips from his collarbone up to the soft spot behind his ear that always got him going.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered against his skin. “I would just rather talk about us than him.”
“He’s our friend,” Kevin said, the words trailing off as I nibbled at his earlobe.
“He’s fine.” I slid a hand between us, palming his cock and rubbing him over the fly of his pants.It had pained me to take him out of the cage, but he’d wept with relief when I finally had and I did love to reward his obedience.
“Sam texted me today and said Rich was starting to worry.” Kevin was clearly not going to drop the subject. I gave him a gentle push away from me and he stepped backward.
"This isn’t the first time Foster has gone radio silent on us. It won’t be the last.”
“They want to go check on him.”
“They’re more than welcome.” I gestured toward the door.
“With us,” he amended. “He’s your best friend.”
“You’re my best friend,” I corrected, biting the tip of his nose. “And you are my only obligation.”
“I don’t want to be an obligation.” Kevin sighed and walked around me, out of the kitchen. He grabbed his glasses off the counter on his way out and disappeared down the hallway. I gave him some time and followed after him, stopping in the doorway to the playroom before pursuing him into the bedroom.
We’d utilized the space more in the past few days than we had in all the months prior, and I wanted to find ways to bring our play out of the room and into the world. There were ways to be kinky and sadistic outside of these four walls, and if I had 24/7 control, that was what I wanted to explore the most. Unfortunately—or not—Kevin was actively testing my resolve and my dedication to our new agreement.
I closed the door to the playroom and found him in the bedroom, fiddling with some spare change on top of the dresser.
