“What’s your colour, Toy?”
Finley grappled to recall their discussion, the form, and the scenes he’d witnessed.
“Green.” He swallowed, his gaze still on the silicone.Oh yes.“Green, Sir.”
“You’re doing very well so far.” Kage dragged the silicone tip along Finley’s crease as more oil joined the action. “You’ll come when I tell you. Don’t disappoint me.”
“I won’t.” Finley squeezed his eyes shut and took several quick breaths.
The glide of the plug inside was smoother than he’d expected, and after a few in-and-out movements, his rim closed around the slim part before the base.
It stretched him while staying firmly in place. Finley’s cock released more precome and twitched, smearing it over the padded leather.
“Sit up.” Kage guided Finley’s back straight and loosened the chains above him. “Let your arms rest and the blood flow.” He placed Finley’s still-bound wrists on the bench then straddled it, facing Finley.
With the length of new rope, he secured Finley’s waist to the bench. Now, he couldn’t thrust his hips even if he dared to.
Kage proceeded to weave the jute around Finley’s torso in an intricate pattern, creating a gorgeous jute corset. Snug, but surprisingly comfortable. It controlled his intake of air, however, and Finley found himself calming at the restriction, evening out his breathing.
He was bound and free at the same time.
He had no choice but to stay where Kage put him. No decisions to make. His mind was empty and clear.
Only whatever Kage would do to him next existed.
Then, Kage lifted Finley’s arms up again, stretching the bindings so that Finley’s back was ramrod straight.
Kage coated his hands with the nice smelling oil and rubbed Finley’s nipples. Tendrils of arousal spread from his hardened buds, through his body and to his cock. Finley sucked in a breath and released it on a moan. Fuck, his nipples had never been so sensitive.
“Such a good Toy.” Kage’s voice was low and guttural. Was he affected? Finley chanced a glance between them and sure enough, the leather on Kage’s crotch formed a significant bulge along his leg. Finley licked his lips. He wanted to nuzzle the spot,nip and lick Kage’s cock while inhaling the scent of leather and male musk.Would he let him? Maybe he should ask?
Sharp pain zinged through his nipples, and he yelped.
“Stay with me, Toy,” Kage said and massaged the buds he’d just mercilessly pinched. “Look at me.”
Finley snapped his head up to meet Kage’s gaze. Fire, lust, and… care. Fuck, he could get lost in those eyes.
“Do you want to come today?” Kage’s voice turned sharper.
“Yes. Please, Sir.” Finley heard his own words as if through a tunnel, muffled and with a needy tinge. He was high on everything around him. The squeeze of the bindings, the pressure of the plug, the scent of the oil. And the gorgeous Dom in front of him.
Master Kage could read him like an open book, anticipating what he wanted even before Finley could think of it. No wonder he was so good at this. As if his eyes were able to take in every twitch of a brow and muscle and interpret it in a way that let him know exactly what Finley’s body wanted.
Kage was looking down between them, pouring oil over Finley’s hard-on.
Oh fuck, he was going to—
Kage wrapped his warm, slick hand over Finley’s cock and stroked.
The mewl that left Finley was a thank you and a plea for more as his eyes rolled back. The squeak of the Dom’s grip on Finley’s cock, the perfect rhythm inched him to the edge.Yes, fuck yes.
“No.” The sharp command and the smack on Finley’s cheek sobered him. It hadn’t been hard but enough for Finley to look at Kage. “No coming until I allow it. Unless you want to use your safeword.”
“No.” Finley said through gritted teeth and pulled on the bindings holding his hands up. The chain above him rattled along with Finley’s growl of frustration but he worked hisabdominal muscles to stave the release. He focused on the sharp angles of Kage’s gorgeous face, his chest gleaming with a thin sheen of sweat, and the silver padlock necklace dangling on his neck. A long neck Finley could lick for days.
Kage leaned into Finley, cheek to cheek, and oh how Finley would love to hug him, to hold on to him. To fuck into the grip hard and fast until he came.
But Kage had other plans. He reached around Finley and pressed on the plug, firing up heat deep inside, spreading to his abdomen and balls. Then he pulled it out and pushed back in, while jerking Finley’s cock. Grateful for the rope, Finley gripped it and held on for the final seconds of the ride. Because he reached his station.
