“Kage—” Finley nuzzled his cheek against the Dom’s. “Please. Fuck, I can’t hold it.”
A low rumble left Kage, then he licked up Finley’s neck to his ear.
“Then come for me now.” He sped up his hand on Finley’s cock, creating lewd, wet sounds. Similar to when Finley wanked to the thought of Kage touching him, the idea of a moment like this.
Finley was almost there, and he turned his head towards his Dom. He wanted a glimpse of his eyes.
He got so much more.
Kage captured his lips in a slow kiss that Finley returned with desperation. Finley’s body burst into fire and he let out a rumble from deep within his chest and into the kiss. He shook, coming on Kage’s hand and the bench, mewling, straining in his bindings, rattling the chains above him. Then, he was floating in his Dom’s embrace, tasting his tongue, living in the moment of perfection. Impossibly, every feeling in his body and mind was new, unlike anything he’d experienced before.
He wasalive.
Kage broke away and Finley chased his lips, to no avail. He hung lax, held up only by the ropes, his head still halfway in some place far away from reality.
Pressure. Pull on his rim from the inside.
“Push out, Toy. Give me the plug.”
Finley grunted, and the hollowness of his ass was like the feeling in his soul. Empty.
It was over.
His eyes stung at the thought but he ground his teeth and waited for what would come next.
The chain rattled and the pain in his shoulders returned as he slumped forward on the bench. Kage’s hand on his nape held him in place, but the warmth of it was soothing.
“Stay still. I’m going to cut the rope off.”
Finley nodded, his cheek on the warm spot where Kage had been sitting. He licked it, but tasted only leather.
Cool metal along his spine. The squeeze on his chest was gone. He took a deep breath and released it in a sigh. Kage freed his ankles, massaging where the cuffs had been.
“Can you walk?”
Finley heard the question through a haze. “Yes.”
The Dom helped him shuffle to the back rooms. Finley frowned when they passed room 15 and Kage touched his keycard to the reader at the door to Room 8. Maybe Lucy got the numbers wrong.
Chapter Nine
Finley
The room differed from the ones Finley had seen before. It had a bigger TV, and the walls were covered in a dark crimson wallpaper, not painted. By the time they made their way into the tiled bathroom with a clawfoot tub in the middle, Finley was fully aware of his surroundings.
As if he’d woken up from a dream.
“I recommend taking a bath, but you can lie on the bed if you prefer.” Kage’s kind voice paired with his soothing touch on Finley’s back put a smile on his face.
“A bath sounds nice.” Finley climbed in and turned on the taps.
Kage washed his hands and handed Finley a set of soaps and salts. “Do you want me to wait in the room?”
“Stay.” Finley lowered himself into the water.Would Kage join him if he asked?
“Okay.” Kage smoothed Finley’s hair back in a gesture that struck Finley as nearly intimate. “I’ll take a shower over there in the meantime.”
That was a no to sharing a tub.
