Landon dropped the phone into the blankets and toyed with the two slim tweezer-shaped nipple clamps that had been in the box. He hated nipple clamps. It wasn’t that he minded having them on, it was the sharp pins and needles feeling he got once they were removed that he hated. It was always too much sensation.
Landon would readily admit to liking, and willingly taking, more pain than most, but there were some things that he’d just never developed an affinity for and nipple clamps were one, or rather, two of them. Then again, Landon also wasn’t a fan of sensory deprivation but he was pretty sure Gregory could find a way to make it palatable. He’d meant it when he’d said no hard limits, but he also wasn’t planning on tipping Gregory off to anything he might be sour on…just in case.
“Yes, Sir. Thank you.”
“Have a good day, Landon.”
“You too,” Landon managed to whisper before Gregory ended the call.
The screen went black and Landon turned onto his side. It was going to be a long and painful thirty hours.
Landon rolled out of bed, the stupid plug shifting around inside of him, weighing against his prostate with a measured reminder of who he belonged to. Gingerly, Landon bent over and stepped back into his lounge pants. He balled up the tissue paper and shoved it in the empty box, putting both in the trash near his bed.
Landon waddled downstairs and into his office, deciding that work would be the best way to keep himself distracted from the large rubber toy lodged inside his ass. He ran through his emails, shooting off replies to Jack, and to his best bartender, Callum, then pulled up his banking information to make sure everything had been paid for the month.
Ed appeared in the doorway, his nails slipping lightly over the wood floor. Verity had just purchased Ed a new collar, this one a three strand row of pink and purple pearls. Landon rolled his eyes as Ed jumped onto the cushioned bay window seat, not even sure where Verity found that kind of shit for dogs.
“Is your keeper still asleep?” Landon asked Ed, who cocked his slender head toward the door to the office, turned in three circles and plopped down in the sunlight.
“I think that’s a yes.”
Landon had been meaning to go over some inventory things with Verity, but it would have to wait until they’d roused. He was caught up with email and had paid three bills when he heard Verity banging around in the kitchen. Landon glanced over at Ed, who was peacefully asleep in the sunlight, then pushed his chair back and wandered out of the office to join Verity in the kitchen.
“Tea?” Verity asked, not even turning to face Landon.
“What time is it?" Landon asked, digging his buzzing phone out of his pocket.
“Nearly two, I think.” Verity turned and set a mug of tea in front of Landon. “You alright? I heard you earlier. You sounded…distressed.” Verity eyed him over the rim of their mug as they sipped what smelled like peppermint tea.
Landon glared at Verity and looked down at his phone, a text from Gregory on the screen.
Gregory: Thinking of you.
Landon smiled, ready to type out a reciprocal sentiment when the plug in his ass pulsed four sharp vibrations against his prostate. His phone clattered onto the counter and he groaned, bracing himself against the edge.
“Landon?” Verity questioned, even though they had a knowing glint in their eye.
“I’m fine,” Landon told them. “Everything is fine.”
The plug vibrated once more, and Verity looked at him with an amused smirk dancing across their lips and drank their tea.
17
Gregory
Gregory was parkedoutside of Landon’s house by quarter to six. He toyed with the app he’d downloaded that linked up to the plug Landon was wearing, clicking the vibrations up to the highest intensity. He watched the minutes tick by on his dash clock, his cock thickening while he thought about the pain Landon was probably in just across the street.
With five minutes to spare, he stepped out of his car and crossed the street, ringing Landon’s doorbell and resting his back against one of the pillars on the porch. The door swung open and it was not Landon, but Verity.
Verity fought back a smile and tipped their head in greeting. “Gregory.”
“Verity.”
Gregory followed Verity into the house, looking around for Landon who wasn’t anywhere in sight.
“He’s upstairs,” they chuckled. “He’s been cursing your name for hours.”
“Good.”
