“Don’t you want to see what you’re going to be wearing?”
A quick nod, and Kefir was back on his feet, the tiny reprimand already forgotten.
There wasn’t much left on the table.Ellery picked up the butt plug first.If Kefir had ever seen one before, he gave no sign of it.He looked up at his master, polite curiosity dancing in his eyes.
With a firm grip on Kefir’s lead, it took Ellery mere moments to have him kneeling on a bare section of the low table.Slicked fingers quickly stretched him open as he held himself still.The plug wasn’t large, smaller than Ellery’s cock, but it apparently felt different from the sub’s side of things.
Kefir gasped as Ellery slid it into place.As the rounded tip disappeared from view and flared end settled neatly between Kefir’s cheeks, Ellery felt himself laying claim to Kefir more thoroughly than ever.Stroking his hand over Kefir’s arse, Ellery let him just rest there for a few moments and get used to the sensation, before helping him down off the table.
Kefir looked over his shoulder at Ellery.
“That’s going to stay there all night,” Ellery whispered to him, as he pulled Kefir back so their bodies were pressed tightly together.
Kefir nodded, even as he whimpered.
Ellery slid his hand down between them and gently manipulated the plug, making him squirm.“Every time you take a step, it’ll move like this.”
The little lion bit his lip.If Ellery was any judge, the boy was half a second away from coming when Ellery stepped back and handed a pair of shorts to him.
They were tight.It took Kefir a lot of squirming to get them on and zipped up over his erection.Leaning back against the edge of the table, Ellery watched the show with due appreciation, knowing that every single movement was going to have the plug dancing inside Kefir, pressing against his prostate and making him even more desperate to come.
By the time he had wriggled into the only true piece of clothing he was destined to wear that night, Kefir was gasping for breath, scrambling for control.
The only thing left to add were the cuffs.Picking Kefir up, Ellery sat him on the table.His eyes opened very wide before slowly dropping shut as he apparently realised for the first time that sitting with a plug in was very different to standing with one in.
Right on the edge, and lacking permission to come, he was glorious.Ellery chuckled gently at his plight as he fastened the buckles on the cuffs.Ankles and wrists quickly surround by leather, Kefir was almost ready to face the club.
Ellery tugged at the lead, pulling Kefir in for a kiss.With his free hand, Ellery easily clipped the wrist cuffs together behind Kefir’s back, and Kefir purred into the kiss in response.Perfect.
When he finally forced himself to pull away, Ellery ran his eyes over Kefir one more time.Yes, perfect.“Ready, kitten?”
“Yes, sir.”
Ellery smiled, just slightly in love with the fact it hadn’t even occurred to his kitten to ask his master, “Ready for what?”
Chapter Twelve
The room they had changed in had been calm, quiet, very far away from the outside world.As Kefir followed Ellery out of that room and deeper into the club, he came face to face with a very different place.
The low dark space was crowded with men—far more than Kefir had ever seen at a gathering of any pride.A million and one different scents and noises wrapped around them, intense and disorientating.
He crept a little closer to Ellery’s side.The lead between them stopped being interesting and pretty.It became vital.He had no desire to lose sight of Ellery in the chaos.
Music pounded through the corridors, seeming to fill even the tiny spaces left between the leather-clad bodies.Strangeness and confusion pressed in on him from every side.
Kefir clenched his hands into fists behind his back, as if there was something there he could grab hold of to steady the world, but there wasn’t.Someone stumbled and collided with him.Kefir moved his bare foot just in time to prevent it being trodden on.Caught between wanting to protect his future mate the way a lion should and wanting to look to his human master for protection, Kefir was left with no idea what he was supposed to do, or even what Ellery would be pleased with him for wanting to do.
Ellery tugged on the lead.A clear order amid the confusion.As Ellery walked forward, Kefir instinctively ducked into the slipstream created by a pair of shoulders far broader than his own.Each step jostled the toy Ellery had slipped inside him.The leather shorts seemed to shrink, until Kefir’s cock pulsed against the fabric, unable to stiffen further in the tight confines but unable to soften while the plug kept moving inside him either.
One room led into another, then another.Ellery guided him even deeper into the building, until they walked past a muscular man standing at the head of a quieter corridor.The man nodded to Ellery as he passed him.When Kefir looked over his shoulder, the man was staring after them, apparently enjoying the view a great deal.But Kefir couldn’t blame him for staring—in his natural habitat, Ellery was more magnificent than ever.
The next room they stepped into was calm in comparison to all the others.There were fewer men, fewer things calling to Kefir’s attention.He took a breath.His lungs filled with the smell of leather, but there was less pressure around it.It became far easier to appreciate how beautiful the scent was.
Ellery led them to a little group of empty seats set around a table on the other side of the room.
“Thoughts, kitten?”
Kefir blinked up at Ellery as he lowered himself to kneel in front of Ellery’s seat on the sofa, just the way he’d seen Ryland kneel in front of Arslan so many times.“It’s very nice, sir.”
