“Positive.” He groaned, like it was a lie.
“If you want to go to the party, though, I trust you.”
“I don’t want to go without you. If you’re working, then I’m drinking shitty whiskey all night.”
I yawned and stretched my legs. It was so late. So fucking late.
“Morgan normally comes and hangs out a bit,” I said. “I’m sure your partner in crime could keep you company if you really feel like it’s important to be out.”
“Any excuse to see you, darling.” Cory kissed my nipple, then untangled himself from my arms. “I need to piss.”
“Do you want me to unlock you?”
He flung his legs over the side of the bed and threw a glare at me over his shoulder. “I told you in the morning.”
I rolled onto my side so I could fully appreciate the view as Cory righted himself to standing and stretched his arms above his head.
“Turn around and let me see you.”
He folded his fingers together at the base of his skull and turned, giving me more than enough time to get a good look at him in all his naked glory. I slid across the bed and cupped his cock and balls into my palm, testing the weight of them in my hand.
“Do I pass muster?” he asked.
I scooted closer and folded myself in half and pressed a kiss against the leaking tip of his dick.
“If you don’t stop that, I’m going to piss into your mouth,” he warned.
I licked the salty wetness from the cage and threw myself back down onto the bed, pretending I didn’t notice how hard the threat made me.
“I don’t want to drink your piss,” I told him.
“That’s a clever clarifier.” He smirked at me, giving his balls a tug and groaning.
I ignored him, for multiple reasons. “Do you want to take a shower, so you don’t leak all of my cum out of your ass in the middle of the night?”
“Do you want to come?”
“Do I want to join you in the shower or…” I was already up, already following him into the bathroom.
He didn’t make a stop at the toilet, and a terrifying new kind of adrenaline burned through my body. My fingers ached, vibrating like my bones were too big and too small at the same time. Cory bent over, showing me the mess I’d made of his ass, then he turned on the shower and gestured for me to get under the spray.
I stepped into the shower, and Cory forced himself in behind me. It was way bigger than the stall at my old apartment; there was no need for us to be so close, but Cory liked the proximity, and I didn’t hate it either. Turning under the water, I used my fingers to brush my wet hair back from my face, all the while doing everything I could to avoid Cory’s penetrating stare.
“Tell me that you want it,” he said, sliding his hand up my chest until he reached my throat.
That adrenaline exploded inside of me, and I pressed my shoulders against the wall of the shower. Cory curled his fingers around my throat, giving me that same familiar smirk when he knew he was about to push a button I didn’t even know existed before he found it.
“I’ve never thought about it,” I admitted.
“You never thought about this.” He flexed his hand around my neck.
Reminded me of my collar.
Of my place.
“Yes.” I nodded, throat parched. “Okay. Yes.”
He took a step closer, notched one of his legs between mine so his caged dick was against the inside of my thigh. “Tell me you want it, Reese.”
