He bites the side of my neck, hard enough to make me moan again with the painful pleasure of it. “My sweet, slutty pet. I want your every thought today during our ride to be of me owning you. That cage will stay on you for the next two weeks. Now that I know how to make you come without touching your cock, I want to see how nicely you can beg me for it.”
Fuuuuuuckme, I’mgone. I haven’t been this horny since…
Well, since Carter.
I’m hard again and grind against his leg, making him laugh once more before he slaps me on the ass. “Shower, baby. I’ll give you a freebie in there, and then you’re getting locked and stuffed. We have another long day today.”
I throw myself out of bed and race into the bathroom. Locked up fortwoweeks?
I’m going to be absolutely miserable, because I know he’s going to take every opportunity to torture me and make me horny.
And I’m going to fuckingloveevery goddamned second of it, too.
* * * *
Early that evening, not long before sunset, we pull up to a small cemetery on the outskirts of St. Louis. Jace finally shuts off the vibrator in my butt plug, but even the distraction of that, and the mean, spiky metal chastity cage locked on me, can’t distract me.
I remember this place.
I remember it was too nice of a day to be so sad.
I remember missing my Mom and wishing she was there and not in the box.
I remember all the adults looking at me with pity and patting my head.
I remember the neighbor, who was looking after me until the state could decide if I had family or not, explaining that Mom had gone to Heaven because Jesus wanted her there.
I wanted to know what was wrong with me that Jesus didn’t want me, too.
Or what was wrong with me that Mom wouldn’t take me with her.
No one ever explained that to me.
Funny how I forgot about all of that over the years, but I still carried that trauma with me in how I acted and believed about myself.
Jace squeezes my hand as we follow Carter through the cemetery. Her grave, like my father’s, is situated in a section of inexpensive markers in a far corner.
Except her grave has a new stone that looks like it was recently installed, and it stands out from the others because it’s about two feet tall instead of flush to the ground.
Ella Anne Fowler
Beloved Mother
And listing the dates of her birth and death.
When my knees go out, Jace catches me and eases me to the ground, sitting behind me so I’m between his legs and leaning back against him, with his arms wrapped tightly around me as I cry. Carter sits next to us and, after a silent glance at Jace, who nods, he holds my hand, tightly squeezing.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t give you more than this, Eddie,” Carter whispers. “I planned this whole thing years ago, before that day in the dessert. I always daydreamed about pissing on that bastard’s grave and giving your mom the honor she deserved. I loved you then, I love you now, and I’m always going to love you. I can’t lie and say I don’t.
“I hated leaving you in Germany last year and wished I could have brought you home with me. But my brother is the luckiest man in the world to have you, and I trust him with my life. But, more importantly, I trust him with yours.”
Carter kisses my hand and reaches in to cup the back of my head, pressing his forehead to mine like he used to all those years ago. “You deserve happiness in your life, buddy. You deserve a guy like Jace. You’ve damn well fucking earned this peaceful retirement. Never forget you are well-loved, and you are averygood boy.”
He kisses me, a press of lips on lips, a tender, bittersweet good-bye, the one we really couldn’t have in a medical ward full of other people, at the time.
When he sits back and releases me, Jace pulls me tightly against him, turns my face toward him, and hungrily devours my mouth with his. He painfully squeezes my chin, staring into my eyes.
His voice sounds choked. “Who do you belong to, pet?”
