“Too much,” he said with a grunt and pump of his hips. “Sir, please. I don’t want to come without permission.”
Landon’s words turned garbled and he listened to Gregory’s orgasm tear through him on the other end of the phone.
“Maybe the punishment is worth the risk.” Gregory’s voice was softer now, tired from his orgasm.
“Sir,” Landon begged.
“I’ll give you one more minute, Landon. One more minute and I’ll turn it off. For now.”
The vibrations faded to a dull hum, then rose to a high point before quickly dipping back to the dull vibration. His cock leaked a steady drip onto the sheets and he pinched his eyes closed.
“You have a lot more control than I thought, Landon.” Gregory’s voice sounded far away.
The toy repeated its excruciating climb two more times, each one pushing Landon closer to the edge. He cried out as he felt his orgasm gather together, and then the plug stilled. Landon sobbed and bit into the pillow beneath his face, his release no more than milliseconds out of reach.
“Did you come?” Gregory asked softly.
Landon’s entire body trembled and he used his tongue to force the pillow case out of his mouth. He rested his cheek in the spit-soaked material.
“No, Sir.”
Gregory groaned.
“You’re so close though.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You can lie down.”
Landon collapsed onto the bed and whined, the plug bumping against his over-stimulated prostate.
“You’re going to leave that plug in today,” Gregory ordered him. “You can take it out while you eat and for an hour afterward then it goes back in. Take it out before bed then put it back in when you wake up. Text me when you take it out and put it back in so I know.”
“So you can torture me,”
“So I can own you,” Gregory amended.
“Yes, Sir.”
“This is how it’s going to be with me, Landon. Are you sure this is what you want?” Gregory’s voice had lost the dominant edge he so often carried and morphed into something more concerned, more affectionate.
Landon thought he’d been sure of lots of things in his life—sure about going to Columbia, sure about moving back to Los Angeles, sure about keeping the church and turning it into Rapture, but he’d never felt surer about anything as he did about Gregory.
“I’m very sure, Sir.”
“Me too,” Gregory said, in that same soothing voice from earlier.
The plug pulsed with a quick vibration.
“Fuck.” Landon rolled over onto his back, trying to find a comfortable position.
“Do you have anything to say about the other part of your present?”
“Nothing polite,” Landon grumbled.
Gregory barked out a laugh. Landon spun the phone in a circle beside him, looking at Gregory’s name on the screen.
“Tomorrow I’m going to pick you up at six for dinner. You’re going to be clean, washed and plugged, no underwear. You’ll put the second part of your present on no later than five. Is that understood?”
