Crawford’s touch was addictive—Owenwas already hooked. The bed smelled of him, the scent of Crawford’s cologne offset by notes of alpha male. Owen wanted nothing more than to rub himself against the sheets and bury his head in Crawford’s pillows not only to stir Crawford’s scent from the fabric, but to allow his own scent tojoinit.
As far as Owen could tell, there’d never been another omega in Crawford’s apartment. The subtle scent he associated with those who shared his genetic variance clung to surfaces easily enough that Owen was sure he would have noticed. By no means did he think Crawford was a virgin, but it did make him think that Crawford had never been serious about another manbefore.
Owen’s thoughts were derailed as soon as Crawford’s fingers pulled at the elastic of his boxer-briefs. With a moan, he lifted his hips and rolled them. The padlock clinked against the cage, and Owen closed his eyes as the vibration of the impact swept through him. He was as hard as his restraints would let him be, and even the slightest touch brought him overwhelmingpleasure.
Cold air met the heated skin of his shaft. The boxer-briefs slip down his thighs, then over his knees. When Crawford abandoned them, Owen kicked them off and let them join his other clothes on the floor. He wouldn’t be needing them anytimesoon.
“Look at this,” Crawford murmured, curious. He traced his fingertips over the metal rings, and Owen had to do his best not to squirm. The pressure was light, but it was still there, and he was insane with need. “You’rehard.”
The fingers left the metal, and Owen’s mind became his own once more. His lungs prickled, begging for air, so as he lay in wait he focused on breathing. In, hold it, out. In, hold it, out. Crawford overrode some of his instincts and sent others into overdrive. Owen wouldneverhave fallen into bed with him so easily if it wasn’t for the primal way Crawfordstirredhim.
A small, frightened part of Owen’s mind begged him to reconsider—he’d been hurt before by giving himself over like this. The alpha who’d taken him in high school after his first heat had been Owen’s last, and the experience had broken Owen on every level. He didn’t want another relationship, and he didn’t want anotheralpha.
But he wantedCrawford.
He wanted to becaredfor.
Metal scraped gently against wood. Owen turned his head to see Crawford lift a key from his bedside table. There was no doubt in Owen’s mind about what it wouldunlock.
“I thought you’d fail me, pet,” Crawford admitted as his fingers ran over the topmost band of metal, then graced the padlock with his touch. “I thought you’d come, especially after the tortures I had youendure.”
“I didn’t,” Owen said. He’d wanted to—god, had he wanted to. “Iwouldn’t.”
“And I’m so proudofyou.”
Crawford lifted the padlock. Owen’s heart raced as he fitted the key into the hole, then turned it. The curved bar popped free from the body of the lock. Crawford twisted the lock to the side, then carefully slid the curved bar out of the loops it heldtogether.
The cage fell slack and Owen almost wept with relief. Without restraints to hold it in place, his cock was free and eager to bepleased.
“I don’t think you realize how rare a well behaved pet is,” Crawford whispered. His hand grasped the cage and he gently tugged it free. Owen puckered his lips and scrunched his nose, feeling strange without the additional weight of the metal and the guidance it provided. After so long in chains, it didn’t feel right to beliberated.
He didn’t have long to think about it before Crawford moved down the bed and spoke again. “Or how well you’ll be rewarded for your goodbehavior.”
The first touch was so delicate that, had Owen not been so attuned to his body, he wouldn’t have noticed it. The warm, wet pressure against his piss slit was fleeting, but when it happened again, and then again with more insistence, Owen knew it wasn’t a figment of hisimagination.
He looked down to find Crawford lapping at the crown of his cock with histongue.
Owen froze. His elbows locked into place, firmly planted on Crawford’s mattress to keep him elevated. His head refused to move. He couldn’t even wiggle his toes. It felt like even the smallest movement would endanger what was happening—like Crawford might stop if Owen made a big deal outofit.
The alpha who’d collared him and locked away his chastity, who was dominant in every regard, was tonguingOwen’scock.
Owen couldn’tbelieveit.
Crawford looked up at him, eyes sharpened with arousal. They dared Owen to object, to call him out, or to degrade him for what he was doing. That look alone told Owen that Crawford was well aware of their suddenly switched roles, and that he was ready to set them straight if Owen wanted to cause a fussaboutit.
Crawford’s mouth was Owen’s reward for good behavior. Owen wasn’t going to mock himforit.
The longer Crawford’s tongue worked, the bolder it got. At first, each flick of his tongue barely grazed the surface of Owen’s skin. Then, gradually, Crawford not only used the tip of his tongue, but the flat as well. He traced along Owen’s head, pressed into his slit, and lapped at the skin beneath Owen’s crown. The saliva he left in his wake started warm, then cooled quickly to heighten Owen’spleasure.
Crawford’s tongue really didn’t need the help—he was exceptionallyskilled.
Owen’s moans rose in volume, and with trembling hands he reached down to hold onto the back of Crawford’s head. It might have been his imagination, but he thought he felt a puff of air and the low rumble of a chuckle. Then, killing the thought, Crawford’s lips sealed around his shaft, and he let Owen plunge into hismouth.
Owen couldn’t help it—he cried out, delirious withpleasure.
After so long unable to touch himself, Crawford’s mouth melted Owen from the inside out. Knees jelly, limbs tingling, thoughts disjointed and feverish, Owen clutched at Crawford’s hair in need and worked his hips into his mouth. Crawford growled and grabbed Owen by the hips, pushing him down into the bed to limit hismovements.
Still, Crawford didn’t deny Owen pleasure. His tongue curled and his lips tightened. He bobbed his head, letting Owen’s cock sink deep into his mouth and then into his throat before he drew back and repeated the process all over again. Tears flowed from the corners of Owen’s closed eyes and streamed down the sides ofhisface.
