“A cock cage. Silicone. Black. Very goth.”
Tanner’s jaw drops. “You bought me a cock cage?”
“Sorry,” I say, dropping my chin. “That was probably a little too presumptive of me.”
“Yeah, but…” He covers his eyes. “I like it.”
I widen my smile, glad he likes me taking charge. “You don’t have to wear it if you don’t want to.”
“Did you bring it with you?” He looks for it like I’ve been hiding it from him this whole time.
“It’s in my truck.”
He leans back, then rocks forward, attacking my mouth. Panting, he demands, “Go get it. I wanna see.”
I tump him off my lap, laughing at his shouted protest, and run out to my truck. Bringing the box into his room, I hand it to him, loving how his nails are a pretty blue sparkle with an effect almost like snow frost.
Delicately opening the box, he pulls out the matte-black cage. He goes heavy-lidded as he examines it, unconsciously rolling his hips as he pulls out the pin that locks it together. Grinning at me, he sets it aside and, before I can say anything, shimmies out of his jeans and underwear.
“Baby, you can’t put it on while you’re hard.”
He steps forward between my thighs, smacking my chin with his hard length.
“There’s one way to take care of that.”
He pauses, then steps back. “Wait. That feels like I just told you what to do.”
I shrug. “One of the many,manythings I read about yesterday was that it doesn’t have to be all or nothing. Like, I can’t ever imagine needing control all the time. I want to hear what you want. I want you to ask for what you want. But then maybe I can take over when we start doing it.”
More of that subconscious sensuality moves through his pretty muscles. A pearl of precum slides from his pink slit, hanging for a second before stretching in a long drip to the floor.
“That looks like a yes,” I say, reaching for his hips.
“It very much is. Now, suck my cock.”
I laugh and pull him to me, dipping my head, first to taste him, then to tease, and when he begs, to inhale him. We don’t have a lot of time, so I cut short the teasing and use my fingers to find his prostate while I suck hard. Within a few minutes, he groans and fills my mouth with his satisfaction. I greedily swallow his release, wondering how many times I can make him come and in how many ways.
But that’s a math problem for another day.
Thankfully, his cock softens quickly, and we lean against each other while reading the instructions on the cage. I feel a little weird putting a lock on him, so we use the pin to hold him in place.
“Comfortable?”
He shifts his hips a little. “Surprisingly, yes. I think this will feel perfectly dirty under the silk.”
I groan, wondering if I haven’t set myself up for a day’s worth of torture.
9
TANNER
It’s the end of the day, and our decoration crews accomplished a ton. Even though Junior and I started late, we got six houses done, and the other four house crews completed six to seven homes each.
The Main Street crew got through about half of the work, first cleaning up the ten-block area, then wrapping the trees in white lights and the light fixtures in lighted garlands. Next week, with Ofelia’s help, they’ll get started painting Christmas scenes on the storefront windows.
We all meet for dinner at the Broken Oak, and I’m so grateful to be a part of this group project. Oliver walks over to check on us, and when he finds out what we’ve been doing all day, he comps our meal. I go to the restroom just before we leave, relieving myself in the privacy of a stall so I can gaze lovingly at my pretty cock cage.
I was worried it’d irritate the sensitive skin, but Junior knew what he was doing when he ordered it.
