Page 92 of His Pet

Our mouths meet in a desperate kiss. It’s messy and uncoordinated, but it’s the best kiss I’ve ever gotten.

Cameron’s grunt of pain is a little more pronounced this time. When I pull back, I notice his lip is split and a huge bruise blooms around the cut.

Before I can ask him what happened, he murmurs, “Don’t stop.” He rolls us over so that I’m under him and slants his mouth against mine again. His body is all around me, pinning me down in the best way possible. Even if I wanted to escape, I couldn’t. But why would I want to? I’m right where I’m supposed to be.

Cameron thrusts his tongue into my mouth, forcing his way through my non-existent defenses. I love the feeling of having him inside me, but I’d love it much more if he were in a slightly different part of me.

“Cameron,” I mumble against his lips. “Fuck me.”

He kisses down my neck and bites on the sensitive spot where it meets the shoulder. I moan and grind against him, my cock throbbing in the cage.

“Cameron. Please.”

I fumble with his sweatshirt, but he swats my hands away and pulls it over his head himself. I catch a glimpse of more bruised skin before he’s back on me, his skin hot against mine. “You’re hurt,” I try to say, but it’s pretty difficult when Cameron’s tongue keeps invading my mouth.

“Cameron…”

He ignores my attempts at communication. His teeth find my neck again and he bites down, just shy enough of breaking skin. I cry out, then moan as the pain slowly tapers off into pleasure.

Cameron hikes my knee up around his waist and shoves his pants down. His cock nudges my taint, hard and ready. There’s no prep. No lube, just some spit hastily spread over his cock. No slow thrusts that would allow me to adjust. There’s just a rough need that has Cameron driving home in one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt in me.

It burns. Hurts like I’m being split open. I might scream.

I don’t ask him to stop. I don’t want him to, and he wouldn’t. We both need this.

I relax as much as I can and embrace the pain.

Cameron sucks on my neck, his teeth grazing the sensitized skin. His hand is in my hair, pulling so tight flashes of pain erupt from my scalp.

It feels amazing.

It doesn’t take him long to come. His frantic thrusts stutter, his rhythm falters. He nips at my ear, kisses his way down the side of my jaw. Licks off my tears, then captures my mouth again, like he wants to swallow all the noises I make.

His cock glides against my prostate, making my shaft throb harder as blood tries to rush in but has nowhere to go. I won’t be able to come, but it doesn’t matter. This isn’t about an orgasm. This is about Cameron being here. About the world being set right.

Cameron comes with a roar. His cock jerks inside of me as he fills me up. “Fuck, Justin.” He’s breathing hard like he just ran a marathon. His longer-than-usual stubble tickles my neck as he rests his head beside mine. “Jesus fucking Christ. I thought I’d never see you again.”

“Yeah. When Small threatened you…” I swallow around the lump forming in my throat. I can’t even finish that thought, let alone the sentence. “Sin really helped you. When she locked me up here, I was worried.”

Cameron’s body relaxes. His weight is close to crushing me, and I can’t quite breathe, but I wouldn’t move for the world. “She likes to play games and watch people squirm, but she’s solid.” He kisses up my neck and nips at my earlobe. Then he suppresses a yawn. “Damn, I’m exhausted. We should really get off the floor. God only knows what kind of filth is on it.”

“Excuse me? I just scrubbed it clean two hours ago! You could eat off it.” When Cameron’s eyes flash, I realize I’ve set a trap for myself and walked right into it. “I’m not saying you should,” I backtrack. “Just that you could. But you shouldn’t.”

He laughs. “Oh, I won’t be. But you look hot licking stuff off the floor.”

I groan, the memory of licking my own cum off the floor in front of an audience making me squirm with embarrassment. “You’re a jerk. Sir,” I add to be on the safe side. “And to think I actually missed you.”

Cameron laughs again, this time sweetly. “I missed you too.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “But that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. After all, I still have to make you come.”

I want to protest that I won't be able to come with the cage on, but then Cameron's fingers replace his cock in my ass. Everything is loose and slippery now, a little sore, but that only gives things the right edge. As his fingers brush over my prostate, I gasp and correct my statement. I might be able to come with the cage after all, and there's no doubt Cameron will keep trying until I do.

I’m unsure whether I should bemoan my fate or consider myself lucky.

Then Cameron curls around me, warm and solid and alive.

Lucky, definitely.

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