My dick started to leak. Honestly, I probably wouldn’t even need the lotion. I basically had a self-lubricating penis whenever I got horny, and Gage growling at me and manhandling me and not having a sexual identity crisis about the massive (well, average-sized) wood I’d sprung right in front of him? That was sending me to heights of horniness that were going to need oxygen masks.
“I know you like to do what I tell you, baby,” he purred in my ear, crowding in behind me as he pushed me against the bathroom sink and reached past me to get the aspirin out of the mirror-slash-medicine-cabinet. “So why are you fighting it so hard right now?”
I whimpered. I was in an alternate reality, and I never wanted to leave.
Gage filled a glass with water, those big arms of his encircling me from behind as he pushed the pills into my mouth with one hand and then held the glass to my lips with the other. “Drink.”
I drank.
His cock was digging into my back. It was huge and hot and felt like silk-wrapped steel, and it was rubbing against my spine while he stared at me in the mirror and held me in his arms.
What was evenhappeningright now? Hangover and breakfast-with-parents and rug burn from falling out of bed could all go suck it. This was the best morning of mylife.
“I think we both know why you’re being so disobedient right now, don’t we, slave?” Gage leaned down to whisper in my ear.
I nodded, automatically wanting to say yes to anything he asked of me. But then I shook my head, because… because no, actually. Ididn’tknow why I was being disobedient. I’d barely wrapped my mind around the miracle of himwantingmy obedience… or calling me his slave… or of him being naked and erect and pressed up against me in the first place. More complex motivational questions like why I kept talking back to him or which mythical demigod I should sacrifice a virgin to in order to keep hearing Gage call me “baby” for the rest of my life were seriously beyond me at this point.
“No?” Gage asked, doing that dirty-and-dangerous smile thing again as he held my eyes in the mirror.
I swallowed. “No” probably should have been the wrong answer since I’d sworn total servitude to him, but the way that big old snake I’d worshipped last night suddenly swelled and writhed against my back made me think my master wasn’t going to hate having to school me on what was and wasn’t an appropriate answer from his slave.
But instead of bending me over the sink and immediately teaching me the kind of lesson that would have left my ass the color of the Big Red cinnamon gum he liked to chew, Gage wrapped one arm around my chest, holding me against him, and pumped some lotion from the bottle we kept near the edge of the sink into his other hand.
“Tilt your chin up, bro.”
I did, resting my head back on his shoulder. See? I wassuperobedient. The obedientest. Totally one hundred percent obeying my master here.
Gage kept me against him with one arm around my waist, then wrapped his lotioned-up hand around my throat, stroking it up and down as if my neck was a huge dick, over and over, until my eyes fluttered closed and my headache faded away and I was in complete and total danger of melting into a puddle of purified worship at his feet. Then he stopped for a second, pumped out some more lotion, and spread it all around the irritated red line that the collar had left on my skin, basically sending me into a fuzzy coma of bliss.
Yes.
This.
All I wanted was his hands on me, all the time, forever and ever, please and thank you.
“Good thing it’s cold out,” he murmured, which was meaningless background noise as he rocked his cock against my lower back and started rubbing more lotion into my skin. Going lower. Massaging it into my chest. Spreading it over my stomach. Tracing my little happy trail down—
“You’re gonna have to wear a scarf today, so your parents don’t see the collar.”
Wait, what?
My eyes popped open.
“A scarf?” I repeated, swallowing hard as wisps of my earlier freak-out started to rise up and toy with my throat. Not choking me out yet, but just reminding me that they could. “Um, that’s pretty gay, though,” I blurted out before I could stop myself.
Gage’s big hands suddenly went still. “And?” he asked in a hard voice, pinning me with a look in the mirror that reminded me exactly who was in charge here.
(Spoiler: not me.)
(Which made my dick hard.)
(Just kidding. My dick had passed “hard” so long ago that I couldn’t even see it in the rearview mirror anymore. My dick was nowdiamond.)
“What did we already say about you not obeying me, Noe?” he demanded.
“Um,” I said, distracted by (being horny, but also…) the effort it took to fight off the massive wave of fear, despair, and panic that was still threatening to rise up and choke me from that scarf comment of his.
I swallowed. I would not freak out again.
