I nodded.
Foster closed the door behind him and I turned away from it, facing the large window that overlooked the mountains in the distance. It was beautiful, a perfect spring day with green on the trees and a bright blue sky. The sun reflected off the window, a sharp angle of light that made the whole horizon glow yellow.
Without thinking, I rubbed at the band on my finger, the one I’d been wearing since February. I tried to catalogue my thoughts into something I could make sense of, something I could arrange and manage, quickly realizing it was impossible. The wedding was a test of everything I’d been working on since I told Ronan yes.
For us, 24/7 had become much of the same that it had always been. I cooked, I cleaned, I served him—with my mouth and my body…with my heart. Ronan helped cook, he helped clean. He let me wash him in the shower on the weekends, and if it pleased him, he let me come. Sometimes he kept me naked; sometimes he made me stay clothed. I never knew what to expect from him, if it were roughness or kindness, and that unpredictability was what had been lacking.
Our relationship felt fresh and new, even when we lay together on sheets we’d bought the previous summer. I had found ways to let go and trust, and everything in our lives was better because of it. I had everything I’d ever wanted and more because I’d given the rights of control and choice to the man I loved.
I walked out of the bedroom, out of the cabin, and onto the porch. No one was there, but I knew where to go. A sharp right and into the woods where Ronan had found a tall oak tree on the edge of a clearing. I saw him there and my breath caught in my throat, steps stuttering to a halt. He was so handsome, this man of mine. Flanked by our best friends, the people who would always be there for us through thick and thin, Ronan held his head high as he searched me out. A smile danced across his lips when he saw me and he raised an eyebrow.
I counted the steps, and when I reached him, he slanted our mouths together, kissing me so thoroughly I forgot the number. I forgot everything besides the taste and feel of him, and in that breath, I knew that I was in for it. The corners of my mind had already started to blur and fade away, and I smiled against Ronan’s kiss.
“We’re here today to make a promise,” he whispered against my lips. Ronan cleared his throat and put enough space between us for me to breathe, but I didn’t want to. “A promise about what our future looks like.”
Foster went around the trunk of the tree and returned with a black duffel bag, which he handed to Ronan.
“Our future starts here,” Ronan said. “With you naked on your knees.”
He pulled a blanket out of the bag and fanned it out over the ground, a courtesy I wasn’t sure I deserved or wanted, but I obliged him all the same. The tie I’d spent so long fiddling with came loose with a tug, and I tossed it at his feet. Followed by my slacks and shirt, my shoes, socks… I hadn’t bothered with underwear. I stood before Ronan naked, save for the cage he’d put my cock into and the clamps I’d tightened at his request, then I lowered myself to my knees at his feet.
I reached out for him.
I didn’t know why, but with my knees on the earth, I still needed my hands on Ronan to feel grounded. As soon as my hand landed on his thigh, I could breathe. He covered my hand with his, giving my fingers a squeeze.
“You know there’s no orgasms here for you, right?” Ronan asked.
I looked down at my caged cock, swollen and pink, pressing against the cage.
“But we can try.”
“Foster.” Sage cleared his throat. “Go try to get Kevin off.”
My heart skipped into my throat and I looked up at Ronan with wide and curious eyes. This was…this was it. The thing we’d talked about, fantasized about, role played over…it was about to happen.
Foster came between Ronan and me, his eyes dark. He lowered himself to the ground, almost onto his stomach, and then he traced his tongue over the outline of the cage. I barely caught the warmth of his mouth as he moved, shivering when he traced the heavy ring that looped around my balls.
I held Ronan’s stare while Foster swallowed my caged cock into his mouth, finally enveloping me in hot, wet heat. My cock jerked, desperate to get hard, but restrained. The pressure hurt, only turning me on. I was greedy, needing more, and I bucked forward, trying to get more purchase on Foster’s tongue.
“Nuh-uh,” Ronan made a displeased sound with his tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth. “This is for Foster, not for you.”
“Foster, if you can’t make him come, I’m going to shove both of my fists inside your ass,” Sage said.
The threat made my entire body tremble, and then Ronan said, “If you come, you’ll regret it.”
He didn’t need to say more.
It turned into a battle, Foster working as hard as he could to draw an orgasm out of me and me fighting him with every inch of willpower I had. Ronan reached down and hooked his finger through the chain on the nipple clamps and pulled upward. The searing twist brought new life to the pain I’d grown accustomed to and I gritted my teeth. Foster redoubled his efforts, and Ronan pushed the chain into my mouth.
“Keep the chain taut,” he said, which forced me to keep my chin tilted toward the sky, my eyes fixed on him. He’d taken his cock out at some point and he was hard. Fuck, he was so hard, and he had himself in his hand while he watched Foster desperately slobbering over the piece of steel between my legs.
“Five,” Sage said, closer now than he’d been before. “Four. Three.”
Foster made a desperate sound.
“Two. One.”
He was ripped away from me, Sage’s hand in his hair pulling him up to his knees. Trails of spit connected us, and his face was flushed, eyes hooded.
