Crawford’s phone buzzed. He lifted it not to find an image, but a video. The still thumbnail of Owen’s pale chest and the ice cube against it was erotic, but what drew Crawford’s eye was the black leather adorninghisneck.
Owen was wearing hiscollar.
Not even the young men at The Shepherd were so well behaved. Most, Crawford found, were masochistic enough that they enjoyeddefyinghim.
NotOwen.
Precious, wonderful, wellbehavedOwen.
Crawford started the video, knowing that he risked coming. The urge to empty his balls was nearing its peak, and there wasn’t much he could do to talk himself downfromit.
The lighting in the video was off and the angle was awkward. Owen shot himself from the shoulders down, and Crawford was greeted to a view of his bare chest, stomach, and lower abdomen. The faintest treasure trail stretched from his navel and disappeared out of frame. Crawford wished Owen would dip the camera just a little lower so he could see the cageagain.
See what belongedtohim.
Owen didn’t speak. He applied the ice cube to a spot near his sternum, then slid it in slow circles, broadly circling the pearl of his nipple. Crawford watched, rapt, as the ice cube closed in on its target. A tender moan escaped Owen’s lips, nearwhispered.
The hand Crawford used to grasp his cock stilled, and he watched in utter delight as the ice cube crossed Owen’s pert areola, then met hisnipple.
This time when Owen moaned, it wasn’twhispered.
The camera shook. Owen’s body jerked. When the camera refocused again, Owen was on his knees. The ice cube had fallen from his fingers, but the remnants of its icy water still glistened on Owen’schest.
Owen waspanting.
The videoended.
Did you cum?Crawford’s hand trembled as he typed themessage.
Please let me. Plzplzplz.
No.
Crawford’s own release swelled. He choked back a cry and pushed up into his hand, letting pleasure consume him. Cum coated his hand and soaked into his underwear, and Crawford milked himself of it before he released himself and returned to the conversation. Owen couldn’t come, but that didn’t mean that Crawford had to holdhimselfback.
Go to sleep. Crawford commanded as he came down from release.Tomorrow will be Thursday. Just one moresleep.
I will. Thank you.Goodnight.
Goodnight,pet.
Crawford set his phone down and let out a long sigh. It had been a long time since he’d done anything half as hot as that, and Owen was still new and inexperienced. What would it be like when Crawford had him trained? When Owen knew exactly what the consequences for hisactionswere?
A chance encounter had spiraled into something that Crawford struggled to believe was real. Not only had he found an omega to wear his collar, but he’d found one who was hardwired to understand him in all the ways that mattered. Crawford knew that if he wasn’t careful, he’d start to fallinlove.
Friday was far toofaraway.
12
Owen
The metalaround Owen’scock wasn’t cold anymore, but he still felt it every time he moved. It was next to invisible beneath his slacks—luckily—but he couldn’t keep keys in his pockets anymore. Or much of anything, for that matter. The risk that the cage would clink was already too great, since the padlock was left loose to swing as it pleased. Paranoid, Owen had carefully taped it down. He had to change the tape regularly, but it was a good enough fix to get him through a dayatwork.
The fear never stoppedexcitinghim.
“I heard that the alpha from a few weeks ago came back recently,” Lucian said. He reclined upon Owen’s chaise, arms tucked behind his head. Their therapy sessions were going better and better. It wouldn’t be long before Lucian would be ready to stand on his own. “The one from before that every omega in the building was piningafter?”
Lucian didn’t need to clarify. Owen was acutely aware of who he was talking about. “Hecameback?”
