Page 24 of Our Dom (Our Love)


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That got another low, sexy sound from Cohen and I could see the moment he gave up on torturing me this time. “Let me see, pup. I can’t see how hard you are when it’s covered up.”

Yay.

It meant I had to stop playing with my nipples, but it was worth it to push down the front of my underwear and let my dick free. “I wanted to start stroking it when you answered the phone because you’re so sexy when you’re on the bed…it makes me think naughty things, but I was good for you.”

And so I wouldn’t get distracted.

I’d been doing both of us a favor.

Cohen groaned as I rocked my hips against the mattress so my dick would wave at him. “Touch it, pup. Show me how hard you are.”

I’d been hard just thinking about calling him, so it felt incredible trailing my fingers down the length. “I woke up hard for you. I was dreaming about you and Ian and about the leashes…tell me again about the leashes. Please?”

The fantasy itself was so fucking hot, but the way he’d looked when he told me about it made it all even more erotic. Based on how hungry he looked and the way he shivered, retelling the story wasn’t a hardship.

Was he playing with himself too?

Should I ask?

Before I could decide—braining was hard—Cohen started teasing me with the sexy scene. “You should have seen how hard he was. His cock was sticking straight out like it was begging to be squeezed and teased.”

Groaning, I nodded and gripped mine harder as I pictured the scene.

Cohen gave a low chuckle that sent sparks through me, but he didn’t make me wait to hear the next part. He knew I was right on the edge already. “So I wrapped my hand around his sexy handle and used it to lead him over to the bed.”

God, we were going to have to recreate that when I got home.

“He was so hard I was afraid he was going to come before we got to the bed, but it got even better when I said I should get him a leash so I could walk both of you.” Cohen’s arm shifted again, now moving in a smooth, repeated motion that made it clear he was playing with himself.

All I could do was whine and go faster as he took us back to the scene. “His dick throbbed and he almost came. You should have heard his whimper, pup. He wants a leash, so we’re going to have to look for some cock rings or maybe a cage and teach him how to walk in one properly.”

It was too perfect, too sexy.

I was ready to come and I knew what would push me over. “And the clothes? The fashion show?”

Cohen gave a low, wicked chuckle. “With some pretty jocks too so his sexy ass will always be on display for his Daddy and his Dom.”

Yep, that did it.

Just the image of Ian in a sexy, feminine-looking jock with his ass hanging out as he walked around the house had my dick throbbing and I came, cum slicking my fist as I squeezed it tight. As I continued to chase the pleasure, I heard Cohen groan and I knew he was right there with me.

When I was finally exhausted and empty, I realized I had no idea where the phone was. “Fuck.”

Cohen laughed, helping me pinpoint where he’d fallen under a pillow.

How had he ended up there?

“Found you.” His infectious smile had me grinning as I lay back on the bed, debating whether or not it was too late in the day for a nap. “I like the jock idea.”

He barked out a laugh, shaking his head. “I noticed.”

“You have the best ideas.” He was so sexy and so cute.

“Then hurry home, pup, so I can tell you all about my ideas for you and our boy.”

Yep, Cohen had the very best ideas.

Chapter 8

Cohen

“When am I going to find out why we’re here?” Looking around the bar, I wasn’t sure how this had ended up as a gay bar and why the fuck we were even there. It was…seedy wasn’t the right word. It was technically very clean. But it had an old-school rough gay bar feel, not like the new trendy ones that were usually filled with more college girls than gay men.

Preston laughed, but it was Eli’s evil grin that made me worried. Preston was smart enough to talk first, though. “You’ll find out in about five minutes…maybe ten. I’m not sure when his shift is starting tonight.”

His?

What had Bishop gotten me into?

My skepticism must’ve shown on my face because Preston laughed and Eli clutched his pearls pretending to be hurt. “I’ve been very well-behaved tonight. Don’t aim that look my way.”

Rolling my eyes, I leaned back in the booth and scoffed as I picked up my beer. “You spent nearly twenty minutes talking about orgasms when we were having dinner. That is not well-behaved.”

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