“Did my tongue turn into pizza dough?” I asked him, opening my mouth wide so he could check, since he was really good at solving problems. And if my tonguehadturned into pizza dough, that would definitely be a problem, because tongues were useful.
I licked him.
See?
Super useful.
“Jesus,” Gage muttered on the back of another groan. And then, when I licked him again, he suddenly squeezed me against him, tight enough to make my head spin, and growled, “Noah.”
I kind of liked it when he said my name like that. And I definitely liked all the squeezing. But then, for no good reason at all, he pushed me away and took my hand out of his pocket.
“Better let me take care of this,” he said, voice all raspy as he pulled the keys out himself and then opened our door with them before I could make my pizza-dough tongue work well enough to tell him that no, it should definitely be my job, because I… I still had the collar on, and he… he was supposed to have my total servitude. I was supposed to do things forhim. He was the master, and I was the slave.
That was what we’d bet, right?
The bet I’d lost with that last poker hand?
Or... had I won? Now I couldn’t remember.
I touched my collar again. Oh, right. I’d definitely won.
Somehow, while I was trying to work that all out in my head, Gage managed to get us all the way into the dorm and over to my bed without me noticing. Have I mentioned how amazing he was?
“I’m going to get you some water, Noe,” Gage said, making me sit and then stroking his hand over my head for a minute, which felt amazing.
I leaned into it, letting my eyes drift shut.
“Don’t pass out on me yet, okay?” he murmured. “You’ll be hating life in the morning if you don’t take some aspirin tonight.”
My eyes popped open as he started to pull away.
“Wait,” I said, grabbing onto his hand so I could keep him from leaving. That would be the opposite of amazing. And I didn’t care about the aspirin, even though that was super nice of him, but he was right. I couldn’t pass out. Not yet. Because—
“I’m… um, I’ve still got… got the collar on.” I touched it to be sure. Yes. Phew. I put his hand over it so he could tell it was still there, too, wrapping his fingers around my throat because that felt even better than the snug fit of the collar. I looked up at him, forcing my brain to stop feeling so muddled and my thick tongue to get some words out. Superimportantwords. “I’ve still got it on, but you haven’t let me… let me…serviceyou yet.”
Yep, those were the words.
“Jesus,” Gage whispered, looking down at me with his eye-black-out superpower engaged again. But this time, his pupils were blown so wide I almost couldn’t see any of the gray (blue-gray, storm-gray,Gage-gray, a.k.a. my favorite color) around them at all.
Then his hand suddenly flexed around my throat and he used his other one to adjust the problem in his pants, pressing his palm against it where it snaked down his leg.
I followed the movement with my eyes, staring at it.
It was... hypnotizing.
Long and thick and sort of pulsing, which I could tell right through his pants, and all of a sudden the flutters started up in my stomach again and I had afantasticidea.
“I should help you, G,” I breathed out, my eyes still riveted to the, um, snake.
Which was a problem, right?
Even though we’d already gotten his keys out?
And it really wasn’t fair to expect Gage to solve all the problems that came up in our friendship. That would be a lot. For anyone. Especially since he hadmenow. Well, he had me always, but tonight, right now… right now, I washis. His slave. So I should take care of problems for him. Or… or at leasthelp, like I’d just said.
Right?
With… things?
