Then, while looking me right in the eye, Declan leans in and helps him.
Fuuuuuck.
* * * *
Once we get a very dazed George unhooked from the hassock, we take him into the basement bathroom to clean up. We all fit in the shower there, and George ends up on his knees in front of me with Declan holding me upright while George gets me off twice.
Then it’s back upstairs, where I pull on one of Declan’s T-shirts and he puts on a pair of shorts. Declan bakes a couple of pizzas for us while I snuggle with George on the couch.
“Holy shit,” he says, something he’s said a lot since we got him upstairs.
He’s lying with his head in my lap and a light fleece blanket draped over him. He’s also back in the cuffs and collar.
And nothing else.
Did I mention the man is gorgeous?
“That was only the warm-up,” I tell him. “You have two days of this to look forward to.”
“Oh, boy,” he mutters.
But George doesn’t get another orgasm tonight. After dinner, Declan locks him in the chastity cage and fucks me in bed, not getting me off but then pulling George’s head to my pussy and making him get busy to give me one more orgasm while Declan sucks on my nipples.
Not the worst way to go to sleep.
George zonks out before me and Declan do. I have a king-sized bed, too, so all three of us comfortably fit. Declan’s on the far side with George in the middle.
“What do you think?” I ask.
Declan’s sitting up and watching TV with it muted and the captions on. “About what?”
“Him.”
Declan shrugs. “What do you want me to say? I don’t know what your final goal is. I have no benchmarks. I’m following your lead.” Then he finally looks at me. “Do you evenknowwhat your goal is?” He glances down at George and drops his voice to a whisper. “I reserve the right to stop you if I think you’re veering toward harm.”
“He can take a hell of a lot more than we gave him today.”
“I don’t mean physical harm, Case. I mean mental and emotional harm.”
I’m left lying awake and thinking about that long after he goes to sleep.
* * * *
By Saturday evening, I’m doubting myself and my reasons for doing this. We’ve introduced George to scening on the cross, to a vibrating butt plug, to strap-on play, and to edging in the form of tease and denial.
I haven’t let George fuck me yet, although I rode his face while Declan fucked him. That was after Declan fucked me first thing this morning, so George was getting sloppy seconds.
I have to say, he didn’t seem to mind.
There hasn’t been any balking from George, either. Even when Declan locked him in the chastity cage again and milked him before he fucked another load down George’s throat.
Once again in the middle, George falls asleep almost immediately. Tonight he’s on his side, facing me, with Declan spooned around him from behind.
WhyamI doing this to him?
Did I think I’d prompt some explosion in him? Somea-hamoment to finally prove he was a monster?
I’mthe monster, let’s be honest here. I know I am. He’s not.
