“You’re a natural.”And starved for cock.
“Thank you.” Finley reached for Kage’s hard-on with his hand. “Can I—”
Kage tsked, putting pressure on Finley’s dick with his boot. “For disobeying, I should make you jerk off on my boots then lick it all off.” Kage searched Finley’s face for a reaction and his rapid breathing and pinkened cheeks gave him the answer he needed. “You’d do it, wouldn’t you? My beautiful Toy.”
“Yes.” No hesitation. Chin up, eyes daring. Perfection.
“Get on the bed, ass up, face down.”
He didn’t miss Finley’s grin as he scrambled to take the desired position on the black satin sheets.
The image of Finley spread for him like that had been stuck in Kage’s head since he’d seen the buttcrack zipper in his leathers before the show. Now, he opened it all the way, revealing two firm globes and a crack he was eager to taste.
“You have an ass to die for.” And he would be the first man to lick it.
He kneaded Finley’s cheeks then spread them apart, grazing his thumb over his pucker. Finley shuddered as the muscle contracted at the touch. He’d shaved recently, as if he was expecting this encounter. Unless it was his routine. Kage would have enjoyed Finley’s hole, hairy or not.
Diving in, he licked a stripe along the crease then around the rim.
A surprised gasp and a long moan from Finley was the reaction Kage wanted to hear. “Fuck, Kage… so good.”
Kage smirked, recognising the scent of his soap as he wiggled his tongue inside. So that was what had taken Finley a while in the bathroom. The cheeky bastard had planned it and Kage had fallen for it like a horny fool. No regrets. Only ass.
He wouldn’t correct Finley calling him his name instead of Sir. He preferred it that way, needing his toy to know exactly who was making him moan.
Kage savoured the sounds coming from Finley with every swipe and suck until he couldn’t take it anymore and reached around to open Finley’s fly.
“Safewords still apply here. Do you understand?” He nibbled on Finley’s asscheek, imagining an imprint of his hand there.Did Finley bruise easily? Would he enjoy a good spanking?
“Yes. Please don’t stop. Do anything you want.” Finley’s voice, laced with lust, was egging Kage on. “Fuck me, Kage. Ngghh!”
Kage stifled a growl. Finley was eager to submit but also trying to top from the bottom. Sinking his dick into Finley’s tight ass would be heaven. “Did you stretch yourself regularly with the toys I gave you?”
“Yes. I came with my ass stuffed every evening, thinking of you. I’m ready for your cock.” He wiggled his bum for emphasis.
“These have to come off then.” Kage pulled off Finley’s boots and they landed with twin thuds on the floor. Next came his leathers, which he peeled off with Finley's help.
Re-assuming his position, Finley spread his legs wider and waited as Kage took his sweet time looking at his muscled ass and thick thighs. He was used to seeing people naked on a daily basis, but this felt so different.
Why?
Was he falling for Finley? He couldn’t tell. He didn’t remember what being in love felt like. Was that ache in his chest whenever he was around Finley a sign that he was already in trouble?
It was scary to contemplate.
Right now, Finley needed his attention, and Kage was more than willing to oblige. Finley was the one on his hands and knees, but it was Kage who wanted to serve him.
From the top drawer, he retrieved a set of gold-painted steel handcuffs, a classic item available in all the rooms at the club.
“Hands behind your back.” Damn, his voice was guttural—the result of Finley’s effect on him. He placed a pillow under Finley’s face, then cuffed his wrists together. “Don’t pull, they’re not padded.”
Finley nodded with his head to the side, his gaze hazy as he rocked his ass back just a fraction.
Kage delivered a smack to Finley’s asscheek that echoed in the room. “What’s your colour?”
“Green.” The certainty in Finley’s voice was exactly what Kage liked to hear.
“What’s your safeword?”
