Rake almost smiled at how DJ pointedly didn’t thank him for that instruction.
He pecked DJ on the lips before helping him shimmy out of the tight shorts, freeing his half-hard cock. Rake then put DJ’s legs in the cuffs, leaving him deliciously spread open and unable to hide. It had Rake’s own cock throbbing in his boxers.
When Rake pulled a couple of items from his pockets, DJ’s eyes went wide. Lube, and one of their silicone butt plugs, which Rake removed from its little bag with a smile. It wasn’t the biggest they owned, but not the smallest either.
DJ threw his head back and groaned dramatically.
Rake grinned as he dripped some of the lube onto his fingers. Stepping up close, Rake circled DJ’s hole before pushing two fingers in at once. DJ, being the good sub that he was, took them without complaint. After some rough prep, Rake coated the plug and pressed it against DJ’s opening, leaning back to watch DJ’s face as he slipped it into his body.
Pleasure. Anticipation.Trust. Rake knew each of those expressions on DJ’s face intimately.
“You’re so hot like this,” he said as DJ’s hole swallowed the plug to the base. “Clench down on it for me, sweetheart.”
DJ did just that, moaning as he followed Rake’s command.
Rake stepped back and drew something else from his pocket. He had to pay attention for true reluctance this time—he was less confident in recognising it.
DJ looked like he might weep at the sight of the cock ring, and not simply from frustration.
“If you really don’t want it,” Rake reminded him, “you can safeword.”
“No, Sir. It’s fine.”
“You want it?”
“I wouldn’t personally use the word ‘want’, Sir, but if you want it, then I’ll do it.”
Rake bit his lip to stop from looking too pleased as he took DJ’s cock in his hand, deftly fitting the ring. “You’re so good for me.”
DJ wriggled in his restraints. “Shaun’s still watching,” he said.
Rake checked over his shoulder. DJ was right. Shaun had a drink in his hand, but it didn’t appear as if he’d taken so much as a sip. Shaun dipped his head, and a flush of contentment flooded Rake at the deferential action. Shaun might be young, but he was a natural sub. Someone like him deserved a lot better from their Dom.
Rake couldn’t give him that, but he could give him something.
Turning back and leaning in close to DJ’s ear, Rake whispered, “We’ve got a little voyeur on our hands. Shall we put on a show?”
Chapter Four
DJ
“A show sounds ideal, Sir,” DJ told Rake. Even from across the room, he could see that Shaun’s eyes had gone wide. “And I think he realises he’s been caught looking,” he added.
DJ was distracted from his stare-off with Shaun when Rake pinched both of his nipples at once. After tugging on them in turn, Rake leaned down and took one nipple into his mouth, worrying the bud between his teeth.
DJ yelped. “Sir!”
Rake didn’t stop. He gave the other nipple the same treatment as his free hand went to DJ’s cock, stroking lightly. Rake continued switching between using his mouth and fingers until DJ’s nipples were aching and oversensitive.
“Sir, please,” he begged, needing a break from the onslaught of sensation.
“What do you want, sweetheart?” Rake asked, pulling back.
DJ thrust his hips forward. “Please touch me more, Sir.”
Rake poured a small amount of lube into his right hand. “Sure, Deej.” He proceeded to slather the lube up DJ’s cock, sliding his hand up and down in a loose grip.
Too loose.
