“You were talking to Toby Eads,” Marion Arivitis says. “What he say ‘bout tomorrow?”
“He said he won’t tell me or his air of mystery will fade away.”
Marion huffs.
“Bus in forty,” I call as I leave the boys to get ready. My eyes meet Dasan’s for a brief second while I’m turning away, as if I can’t help myself.
There’s not a lot to do after the game when we’re away, so I check in with Reno and Seb and watch a few of the interviews from the back. Then I head to the bus and count the heads as they load on.
The shuttle to the hotel is fifteen minutes. I make sure my team heads inside first before I follow. I also allow them to fill the elevators first before I head up.
Eventually, I manage to get into my room and quickly strip off my suit. I’m just pulling the pillow from the bed and dropping to my knees when the door makes its telltale beep.
My heart thunders as I stare, waiting for Dasan to step inside. I swallow the lump in my throat.
He’s fucking gorgeous—still in his suit, though his tie is undone and the top few buttons are open. His hair is down from his shower, some strands fluttering around him as they dry.
The way the corner of his mouth rises is sexy. Everything about the way he looks at me is sexy. Once he’s locked the door and turns to look at me, the pressure from the day melts away. The burden of being the man with all the answers, the coach my team looks to for guidance, falls from my shoulders.
My eyes remain glued to Dasan as he slowly undresses in front of me. My mouth salivates when he lets his pants fall,revealing his dick in all its hard, pierced glory. God help me, I want to ride that thing right now.
Dasan doesn’t bother picking his clothes up off the floor. Instead, he steps over them and comes toward me. “Get up, consort.”
We’re trying a new name tonight. I don’t… hate that one. I get to my feet and stand before him. Dasan touches the slit in the front of the cage around my dick. The part that’s open for when I need to piss.
“This is so damn hot,” Dasan says as his finger traces the slit down and under my cock. I can’t feel his touch until he grips my balls in his fist. My breath catches. My cock is so ready to be out of this thing. “Was it uncomfortable?”
I immediately shake my head, but the movement stops when he meets my eyes. “You understand we’re going to put a punishment in place for lying, right?”
My shoulders tense. “It wasn’t uncomfortable,” I insist. “The part around my sac is a little tight, but it’s not… uncomfortably tight. It’s tight enough that I know it’s there when I move.”
“And that’s not uncomfortable,” he repeats.
“Not in a way that I can’t wear it. I like the reminder that it’s there because I know you have the key.”
Dasan nods thoughtfully. His hand wraps around my trapped cock and pulls me forward. I grunt, my breath catching. His touch makes my cock desperately want to get hard, but there’s no room for that right now. The twinge I’m beginning to feel isnowgetting uncomfortable, and it makes my breathing ragged.
He hums and magically produces the key. I watch as he unlocks the little padlock and sets it aside. His touch is incredibly gentle as he removes the cage from me entirely.
I’m surprised when he drops to his knees where I’d been and brings my dick into his mouth. The rush of blood south when hegives me a little suck makes my head spin and the room sway. I groan loudly. It’s a good thing that his hands are on my hips to keep me steady, or I might fall on my face.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about your dick all night,” he says quietly. “I’m so proud of you for wearing it without complaint. You make me very happy, consort.”
If my cock wasn’t already hard, it would be now. There’s something about the way he gives me affirmation that isn’t just a turn-on. It also makes me… decompress. He’s happy with me. I did something right.
If I’ve learned one thing about myself since establishing a relationship with Dasan, it’s that we’re not given enough affirmation in our lives. We’re sure as fuck told when we do something wrong, but we’re rarely commended when we do something right.
I’m not talking about stupid participation trophy acknowledgments. I’m talking more along the lines that if someone is doing their job well, it should be commented on. Not just showing up but doing their damn job beyond the bare minimum capacity.
I don’tneedto be told I do my job well. I do. I know that. Recognition by my superiors comes infrequently, but I’m relatively certain that they recognize it too.
But Dasan commenting on something simple like this because I did it for him… There’s something about that which undoes me entirely. There’s no describing the feeling of making him happy. Of knowing that he’s pleased with me and what I did for him.
He might not like it when my answer is “whatever he wants,” but I mean that because what I want is this feeling. And I get this feeling most when he’s happy with something I’ve done. Something as simple and relatively non bothersome as wearing a chastity cage.
Dasan sucks my dick gently. It’s not the way I suckle, and it’s not truly with the efforts of a blowie. It’s… praise. I close my eyes and let my entire being become his puppet.
CHAPTER 13
