“I know, pet,” Crawford soothed him. “I was just making sure. If you were going to go through your heat, we’d pick up some blockers on the way home. That’s all. I’m not trying to chase you off.” Crawford stroked Owen’s cheek. “I’m not givingyouup.”
The pink flush to Owen’s cheeks was stunning. Crawford let his hand wander to Owen’s nape, and he pulled Owen’s head closer to his own so that they were nosetonose.
“If you were going through heat, I’d spend all week knotting you until you came down from it. You’ve been so good that I couldn’t imagine everdenyingyou.”
“You’d knot me?” Owen whispered. He tilted his head and closed the scant distance still separating their lips. They didn’t kiss, but when Owen spoke, their lips brushed together. Desire spread through Crawford’s groin at Owen’s touch. “Even if I wasinheat?”
“As long as you were taking contraceptives, yes.” Crawford closed his eyes, reveling in the feeling of Owen’s lips. “I’m a busy man, but I can make time for the importantthings.”
“Like knotting your pet,” Owenwhispered.
“Like knotting my pet,” Crawford replied, words ghosted upon Owen’s lips. “I think that’s averyworthwhilecause.”
The kiss came suddenly, and it came smoldering. Owen didn’t ask for permission, but Crawford didn’t care. The sweet taste of Owen’s lips, the warmth and weight of his body, and the week of red hot flirtation were too much to overcome. Owen’s lips were his, and his lips wereOwen’s.
There would be no punishment when the transgression was something Crawford wanted just asbadly.
* * *
Owen’s shirtlooked prettier on Crawford’s bedroom floor than it did over Owen’sshoulder.
When his pants joined them, it was the prettiestpictureyet.
Crawford knelt above him, looking across the slender length of Owen’s body. Strong shoulders, a firm chest, narrow hips, and muscled thighs fell one by one to Crawford’s gaze—but the best part of Owen’s body was still masked. Beneath the dark cotton of his boxer-briefs was the distinct outline of his cock cage, the key to which sat on Crawford’s bedsidetable.
Crawford’s fingers snagged beneath the elastic waistline of Owen’s boxer-briefs, and Owen sucked in a breath and lifted his hips in anticipation. The muscles of Owen’s stomach clenched as he did, and Crawford couldn’t help but run his hands over Owen’s tight body. As soon as his fingers broke contact with the elastic, Owen moaned indispleasure.
“Soon, pet,” Crawford promised. He allowed himself to follow the sparse trail of hair from Owen’s navel until it was concealed by his last article of clothing. “Ipromise.”
“Please, sir?” Owen asked. His eyes begged and his bottom lip trembled. The act of submission paired with Owen’s intense need, and Crawford shuddered in response. His cock urged him to shed his clothing and make Owen his at last, but he held back. The longer they waited, the better it would be. “I need it off. I can’t take itanymore.”
“You’re so close, I promise.” Crawford’s fingers rimmed Owen’s belly button, then drifted back downward to tease the elastic of his boxer-briefs down half an inch. “Just hold on a little longerforme.”
“I’ve wanted it so badallweek.”
“And so have I.” Crawford leaned down and claimed Owen’s lips in a short, but passionate kiss. One hand planted just above Owen’s shoulder to support his weight, Crawford looked down into his pet’s eyes. “Don’t think I don’t want you, that I don’tcraveyou. The show you put on for me in yourkitchen?”
Owenwhimpered.
“I came to that three times in one night, pet. I knotted my hand over and over thinkingaboutyou.”
Owen’s eyes closed and he let his head roll back. The long, gorgeous curve of his neck was on full display, and Crawford kissed his exposed Adam’s apple. When he spoke next, he did so againstOwen’sskin.
“I’ve wanted Friday to come just as much as you have, but you have to trust me when I say we have to take our time. I want to spoil you tonight, and I know as soon as I take that cage off and lavish you with affection, you won’t be able to hold onforlong.”
“I will,” Owen whispered. “Please, I will. I’ll show you. I just need it off. Ineedyou.”
“And I know about limits and stimulation,” Crawford whispered back. He kissed Owen’s neck one last time, then sat back on his haunches. “Youwillobey.”
Owen opened his eyes and lifted his head, disheveled and pink cheeked. He bit down on his bottom lip and noddedslowly.
Crawfordhadhim.
It was timetoplay.
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Owen
