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“You never have to thank me, Little Star.”

Chapter 9.

The Seventh Night

Adam was going to explode. That was it. Boom! And then he’d be gone.

He’d told Tate this on several occasions over the course of the day, but he wouldn’t listen.

Tate seemed to revel in setting him up with mundane tasks and then distracting him with sexy thoughts. And then expecting him to just keep doing the activity like nothing was going on.

It was fun and playful and fucking evil.

Making pizza last night had been a tease of epic proportions. Tate had rubbed his fully clothed body on Adam’s naked one at every opportunity.

As they’d fallen asleep, he’d gently cupped Adam’s caged cock like it belonged to him. Hot as fuck.

In the morning, they’d taken a shower together and Tate had made sure to get him thoroughly clean.

Then they went grocery shopping. It was just a typical, mundane trip. Except that Adam was wearing a thin plug. It was not easy to act like nothing was happening when Tate came up behind him and tapped the base.

They’d gone out to lunch at a nice restaurant where Tate had slid off one shoe and teased his way up Adam’s leg with his sock-clad foot. Then he’d just rested it between Adam’s thighs, explaining that he was keeping it warm. Adam didn’t even remember what he ate.

Tate had taken pity on him and taken out the plug out for his first guitar lesson. It had been a lot of fun and Tate was a good teacher.

Tate said that he had good rhythm and pitch, and he could even play two songs now, though the strings made his fingers hurt. It made him feel close to Tate in a different way.

The plug had stayed out while they’d taken a lazy nap together. Tate’s hand on his most vulnerable parts felt safe and warm and comforting.

But when they woke up, Tate had claimed that he needed to “inspect” his ass to make sure it was ready for the evening. Somehow, the inspection required a lot of tongue, fingers, and lube. Tate had put a larger plug in afterward.

Then Tate decided that they needed to do laundry. Guess who got to bend over and put everything in the washer? With some sort of nonsense requirement that each article of clothing had to be fluffed and put in separately so that they would get extra clean. Sure.

The cleaning and organizing spree went on for about an hour, and as far as Adam could tell, the primary goal was forcing him to bend over so that Tate could see the plug and watch him squirm.

It was fun. And hellish.

Finally, it was time to get ready for the club. Tate switched out the reasonably sized plug for a much larger one. Like, an impossibly big one that he almost didn’t believe could fit inside him. It had taken Tate quite a bit of work and lube.

Once he was full to bursting, Tate set up a mirror at the dining room table and sat there watching him put on his makeup with an adoring expression on his face.

Adam felt sexy and beautiful as Tate described all his features with admiration. He also couldn’t make the slightest shift on the hard chair without going into spasms of ecstasy.

The plug stayed in while he put on the delicate, revealing clothes that Tate laid out for him. He practically had to waddle when he walked, and he could barely maintain a straight line because he was so aroused. His cock would get hard, press uncomfortably against the cage, eventually recede, and then repeat the whole process over again.

He would have felt a bit silly being so sensually distracted, but Tate just guided him from place to place, taking control in that sexy, nurturing way that made him want to just float away.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t time for that yet. He was positively going to combust, and they hadn’t even gotten to the club. The only thing that was keeping him together was the knowledge that the cage was coming off tonight.

Tate turned him toward a full-length mirror. He looked glassy-eyed and debauched. His posture was loose as he melted into Tate’s strength. His makeup drew attention to his eyes, which looked big and sultry. And the white, lacy straps crossing his chest and middle made him look feminine and alluring.

Tate pressed one leg against his ass, pushing the oversized plug deeper into him. He moaned, absorbing the feeling of stimulation and the strong Dom behind him. God, he looked like Tate was already fucking him.

Lost. Wrecked.

“That’s how I see you, baby.” Tate dropped soft kisses onto the exposed skin of his shoulders. “Gorgeous for me.”

“Now, I want you to be able to concentrate tonight, so let’s take out this plug.”