“Like a heart attack. But you’re right. I was giving you one hour for every week you made me stay away, but I’d forgotten about the punishment for that coffee date with Kazimir and bringing Great—and his mint green bomber jacket—to Concealed.”
“I hate the color green,” Zane floundered. “Hate it.”
He chuckled. “Too late, gorgeous. Let’s add another two hours, shall we? That’s a total of six, since I’m sure it’s a bit difficult for you to concentrate on doing math with your ass stuffed, your cock confined, and your nipples starting to sting.Oh. The dildo doesn’t just thump, remember? It also thrusts. I was keeping the vibration just below your prostate but…”
“Wait,” Zane’s panic was palpable. “Pav, wait. I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry, don’t—”
Pavel clicked the remote again and turned the toy up all the way, grinning when Zane threw his head back further and screamed.
Chapter 31:
Pavel only touched him to change his position.
After the first hour, he rearranged Zane onto his side, sitting back down once he was satisfied. He’d drawn over a dozen sketches of that pose before the next hour came, then he got up to turn him again.
He’d had Zane on his sides, his front—both facing toward and away—and now as the clock struck the end of the sixth hour, he watched as Zane writhed on his back, his feet planted on the shiny surface of the table.
His hips jerked up every now and again, his muscles straining. Pavel had moved his arms from beneath the cock cage and rested them on Zane’s stomach, but there was blood from where he’d dug his nails into his palms. The blindfold was drenched in tears and sweat, and his trapped dick was red and swollen, pushing against the metal confines of the golden cage as the whir of the dildo still going full speed inside of him mixed with the sounds of his mewling.
Pavel set the sketch pad aside and walked over to the table, reaching out to run his fingers through Zane’s damp hair.He grinned when that had the other man jerking in surprise and then whining, pleading with him to put an end to the torture.
“Had enough, gorgeous?” he kept his voice low, coaxing, knowing this was the moment he’d been waiting for. Even someone as prideful and stubborn as Zane wouldn’t be able to keep his wits about him after all of that. No, his defenses had to have been shattered by this point, meaning he was wide open for attack.
And more susceptible to a few truths they needed to air out.
“How’s this feeling?” He touched the cock cage, only enough for Zane to know what he was doing, but that ended up setting the other man off.
“Please,” Zane moaned and tried thrusting into his hand, whimpering when Pavel pulled away. “Please.”
“Answer the question first, baby.”
“Tight. Restrictive.Hot. I don’t know, Hart. I don’t know, okay? I just want it to stop. Please. Unlock it.”
“How do you know I can?”
“You’re the keyholder.”
Oh. That was cute.
Or actually…
His eyes narrowed. “Have you played this game with someone else, Zane?”
“Kaz. Once. Last year—” Zane frowned when Pavel suddenly laughed. “What?”
“Not any other time?” Pavel wanted to be sure before he continued.
“He…wouldn’t. Said he wasn’t interested in doing that with me. Cages take too long and we were never about that.”
“You two fucked to get off and nothing more, that it?”
“Yes.” Zane turned his head in the direction Pavel was standing. “Please.”
Pavel dragged his pointer finger up Zane’s stomach, flicking at one of the nipple clamps. “How about this? How’s this feel?”
“Tender. It hurts. Everything hurts, please. I’m tired. Pavel—”
“You were never caged by Kazimir Ambrosee, gorgeous,” he cut him off, figuring now was a great time for confessions. “He was never your keyholder. He was never your anything other than a boring fuck buddy to get you through the worst of your lust.”
