“What?”
He doesn’t respond.
“Cal.” I grab his shoulder and force him to look at me. “What?”
“Maybe you can fuck your friend since you don’t seem to want me anymore.” He steps into my space, his face inches from mine, his voice laced with anger. “Guess I’ve been fooling myself that you were just a chicken shit rather than facing the truth.”
My pulse thunders in my throat, my hands so clenched, I’m not sure they’ll ever come undone. “And what fucking truth is that?”
“That you’re bored of me.” His face is red, muscles ticking, nostrils flaring. “Guess I don’t have to run away this time. My replacement’s here, so it’s only a matter of time before you kick my ass out.”
I bend to lift him, throwing him over my shoulder as I practically run to our bedroom. “You wanna go, Little Fawn. Fine. Let’s go.”
Chapter 4
I toss him on the bed, then go to the closet as he undresses to grab the old fashioned metal collar with a chain attached. Can’t remember if the jougs belonged to Colt or Rex.
Doesn’t fucking matter because I still secure it around Cal’s neck.
“What’s—”
I lightly slap his cheek. “Making sure you can’t escape.”
When I attach the long chain to an eye bolt near the headboard, Cal lets out the most erotic sound he’s ever made, and I damn near come on the spot.
He’s standing there, cheeks flushed, thighs squeezing together as his cock jerks and leaks. After securing his wrists behind his back with a pair of cuffs, I have him naked and kneeling on the floor.
He wants to push me, well now he’ll see what I’ve been holding back. And this time, he can’t run after.
Not while chained to the wall.
Learned my lesson.
I reach down and pinch his nipples, tugging and twisting, garnering louder moans until he’s humping the air. “A bit of a pain slut, aren’t you?”
“Maybe.” His voice is breathy. “My dick aches. Touch it. Please.”
I grip his chin hard. “Think you’re running the show, Little Fawn? Think again.”
He arches, staring up at me, pupils blown and fuck does he look sexy all chained up and needy.
“You want to run that mouth? Well, we’re going to put it to good use.” I shove two fingers to the back of his throat until he gags around them. “Suck.”
He does, the wet and rough texture of his tongue gliding across and between my fingers. I push them farther, making him gag once more, then draw them to the front and pull down on his jaw, opening his mouth wide.
Cal keeps his eyes locked on mine and I smirk. “Let’s see what a dirty slut you are.”
I push my cock deep into his mouth, and when he sputters and gags, I laugh, pulling back before pushing forward once again. “That’s it, Cal. Take my cock.”
He moans, lapping and sucking. Oral hasn’t been something we’ve done before. My fingers leave his mouth and tangle into his hair as I pull his head forward, my balls hitting his wet chin.
I arch my back, forcing my cock farther down his throat, which constricts like some ecclesiastical vise sent from heaven. “Fuck. Feels so good.”
He shifts on his knees, trying to fight a bit. It’s useless. I hold his head down and force him to swallow again. When I pull out, he gasps as drool falls from the corner of his mouth, a string of saliva connecting my crown to his lips.
“More.”
My fingers tighten in his hair, jerking his head back. “So your mouth is just as greedy as your asshole. Should’ve figured.”
