“Uh, did I say you could?” But he’s slipping on his helmet and fastening it anyway.
“Didn’t you say I could after I explained?” I swing a leg over the bike. “Come. I’m not waiting any longer.”
I get no more argument as he slides on behind me. It’s a teasing thrill, his chest pressed to me, his hardening length rubbing against the small of my back.
I’m going todestroyhim. I guess some things never change.
When I thought to myself that I would destroy Landon, I didn’t think he’d comply so easily. But as we got to our hotel room, he reached into his bag and pulled out his very own chastity cage, holding it out to me like an offering.
I know he likes it; I just didn’t think he liked itthismuch.
But I fastened it over his cock and balls anyway, admiring the way it clung to his skin and made him mine again.
And now, as he stares at himself in the bathroom mirror, his eyes tracing the lines of his own body, I’m awestruck once more.
The lengths to which we’ve come together can only be called a miracle. So long ago, I hated this man like doing so was my only nutritional source. Sure, we had sex, but it was a means to an end.
Now? I can’t imagine a day without him, even if he does irritate me more often than not. And I think he feels the same, if the look he’s giving me now is any indication.
“Get on the bed and lie down,” he commands, looking at me through the mirror.
“Why?”
“Just fucking do it, Nate.”
I shrug, turning and stripping my clothes off on the way to the queen-sized mattress. Whatever it is he has planned most likely ensures I come, so it’s fine.
As I situate myself, Landon comes in and reaches back into his bag. He pulls out two sets of handcuffs.
“You’ve come very prepared for someone playing hard to get,” I tease, watching as he hooks one cuff to my wrist and the other to the bedpost. He repeats it on the other side.
“Keep running your mouth, Nate,” he says lightly, “and things will only get more difficult.”
“Difficult?” I repeat.
“Yes. This is your punishment. You want me to forgive you? Well, if I remember correctly, I never fully got my revenge the last time I had you under my thumb.”
He’s talking about the vibrating cock sleeve. The sleeve that was, arguably, the worst and best thing I’ve ever experienced.
“I can’t exactly give you two slaps this go around.” I shake my wrists, making the chains rattle.
Landon smirks, grabs a bottle of lube, and settles over my thighs. “Then suffer.”
Before I can respond, he’s pouring the lube onto his fingers and reaching behind himself. A moment later, he’s gifting me a long, loud moan.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “What exactly is my punishment here?”
Landon clenches his jaw, working himself open as he grits out, “You’re going to fuck an orgasm out of me with my cock locked up. And if you come before I do, then you’ll be punished for real.”
That doesn’t sound so bad, aside from the fact that I haven’t had sex in over two weeks, and having him like this—and not as my enemy—is turning me on so badly that I might comeright now.
“What’s the real punishment?” I ask, squirming under him.
“Come and find out,” he demands.
And then he’s moaning again, falling forward and onto my chest as his fingers work. His chest rubs against my hard length, sending sparks of pleasure down my spine as I pant through the sensation.
“Aw fuck,Nate,” he groans. “I have to tell you something.”
