“Hold it.” Kage pulled out and kneeled in front of Finley, cupping his face. The soft adoration in his gaze defied the nature of this evening. Then again, the way Kage treated Finley was with respect to what Finley had asked for, and for him, it was the most romantic gesture.
“Now you’ll give me my come.”
What?Finley’s eyes blew wide, but he kept his lips sealed, fighting the instinct to swallow.
Kage smirked. “Once I have it, I want you ass up on the bed.” Kage kissed Finley, scooping his come into his own mouth with his tongue. It was so filthy, and so hot, Finley moaned as he felt precome drip into his jockstrap.
Once he had all of his come in his mouth, Kage patted Finley’s face, and Finley scrambled onto the bed, assuming the position with his cheek against the soft bedspread.
Finley gasped as Kage pulled the plug out of his ass in one smooth motion. Then he felt Kage spreading his gaping hole with his fingers right before he buried his face there.
Finley moaned at the sensation and the very knowledge that Kage was filling his gut with his come. Kage replaced the plug and smacked his ass. He kissed the spot, then did it once more as if he couldn’t help himself.
“Fuck, Kage, I could come right now if you’d just touch me.”
“But you won’t. Not until I tell you.”
Finley huffed. It had been decades since he’d felt like stomping his feet, but the urge was strong in him right now.
Kage tapped the base of the plug. “Hold it until I situate you in your position. I need to know I’m inside you even if I won’t be in the room.” His voice was erotically low, but his tone was cool and collected.
“Where are you going?” Panic bubbled up in the depths of Finley’s stomach.
“I have a scene scheduled for today. And you will wait for me here.”
“Kage—”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.” Finley didn’t have to think of the reply.
Kage kissed Finley briefly. “Let me set up what I had planned and I’ll explain everything.”
With gentle hands, Kage guided Finley to lay face down on the swing, his hands and knees still touching the bed, but his torso supported by the straps.
Kage splayed Finley’s palms flat on the bed, and secured padded leather cuffs around his wrists. Finley craned his neckaround and spotted Kage with a spreader bar in hand. Kage took a step back, chewed on his lip and set it aside.
“This,” Kage strapped a smartwatch on Finley’s wrist, “will measure your heart rate, temperature and blood pressure.” He tapped a similar device he was wearing. “I’ll see it and get an alarm if something is off.”
Finley nodded, taking it all in.
“This ball is connected to my watch as well.” He placed a stress squishy in Finley’s hand. “Dropping it will signal your safeword, and I’ll be here in under a minute. I’ll be able to hear you.” He pulled out a pair of headphones and put them on Finley, covering one ear only, then stuck an earpiece into his own ear.
An electronic ping sounded. “We’re paired,” Finley said. “That’s a lot of tech for a scene.”
“I wanted to try something custom for you and Dylan was only too keen to help me in my research. You know him, right?”
“Yeah. I saw your scene with him.”It was my best wank-fodder for weeks.
“He’s a swimmer and his coach has been using these to track his vitals.” Kage tapped his watch. “Dylan is the sub I have booked for tonight.”
He picked up a pair of nipple clamps connected with a chain and a gem in the middle. Meeting Finley’s gaze, he closed a clamp on one nipple.
“Ah!” Finley gasped as pain spread through his chest from one bud then the other. The tiny dangling thing was not a gem, it was a weight. Every time he swayed on the swing, it would pull his nipples more. “So I’ll be hanging here and you’ll leave to take care of Dylan?” Finley wasn’t grasping the full picture.
“Yes, and no.” Kage smirked as he turned the huge TV on the wall in front of Finley. A security camera image of Kage’s stage set up for a scene popped up. “You’ll be watching me.”
Oh, that changed things.Finley’s cock twitched.
