“Sorry,” he croaked.
“Understandable,” Ishmael said. “Going to let Ezra cut the rest of those stupid locks off before getting back in the car. You can change at the airport. There’s a change of clothes in the carry on there.”
Kris felt warmth suffuse him despite the early morning chill and heavy dew from the grass soaking his skin. Ishmael had been confident enough in getting him back that he’d packed a bag for him.
“Thanks,” he whispered as Ishmael pulled the mittens off. He opened and closed his hands, revelling in the sudden freedom of movement. Next came the long stocking like booties. That left only the tail.
“I can see it’s deep in you, sweetling. If I could kill him again for touching your sweet, virgin ass I would,” Ishmael said, his voice filled with dark promise.
Killed him.Kris shivered even as this knowledge sent a feeling of warmth through him. Ishmael had cared enough to kill for him.
“He didn’t do anything else. Nobody did. Just made me wear it all,” Kris assured him breathlessly, peering out at him through his lashes. “Crichton even got into an argument because he changed his mind about letting him use me.”
Ishmael took his mouth in a punishing kiss. Kris opened his mouth to him, submitting to the plundering. Ishmael had come for him. Despite the dangers, he had come and taken him from there. Ishmael deserved this. Both of them did. The claiming, the validation, all of it. He felt his cock jump between them.
“Uh, boss, we’re on the side of a dual carriageway,” Ollie reminded them.
Ishmael released Kris. “We’ll continue this later. Leave it in,” he said, jiggling the tail, “it’ll make it easier later.”
Kris shivered, partly in fear and partly in anticipation. This was it. The final stake on his body. His prick swelled as he climbed into the car, the dildo nudging his prostate. That had been the worst of it. Every time he had moved, it had bumped that small gland, causing his cock to react. He’d hated it, knowing he was in a perpetual state of semi to full hardness at all times for Victor and his men’s amusement. Now, he found he didn’t mind so much.
After all, when I’m good for him, Ishmael always treats me well. Plus, he got blood on his hands to bring me home. And if he makes it feel even better than this…
It was torture riding the rest of the way to the airport. Fortunately, once there, it was simple. Ride up to the hangar, watch as Ezra and Josh grabbed the bags and paperwork, get on the plane, and go. Kris was still too light addled to care that he was still naked except for the tail when he got onto the jet. Ishmael had him kneel at his feet and brace himself against his legs for take off.
Once in the air, Ishmael unbuckled himself and began teasing Kris with the tail.
“You want me to finish mastering your body, don’t you?” he asked as the Kris writhed.
“Ye-es!” Kris gasped, his pretty cock head swollen purple and dripping.
“Why?” he asked.
This seemed to confuse Kris, who paused before answering. “Be-because I’m yours.”
“And you know this why?”
“You came for me!”
“I will always come for you, my pet. But Ezra also came for you. Are you also going to ask him to ream your ass?”
“No!” Kris whispered.
“But don’t you think he should be rewarded?”
“Yes?” Kris floundered, unsure of what the correct answer was.
“Yes, he does. He shall be, but not with your ass. In fact, all of you is now off limits to anyone but me.”
“Yes,” Kris whimpered.
“Show me how much you belong to me. Show me how you wish to submit.”
Kris blinked up at him, his pupils blown wide by the rising lust within him. He reached for Ishmael’s trousers. Ishmael stood and unbuckled his belt before allowing him free reign. Kris undid the button with shaky hands.
I’m really doing it. I’m unfastening another man’s pants and am about to suck his dick willingly.
He pulled the zip down then delved into the waistband if Ishmael’s briefs, freeing his hard length. Kris eyed it. It was big, both long and meaty. He licked his lips nervously, looking up at his master to see his arctic gaze watching him with heated interest. Kris leaned in, scenting the masculine musk of his owner. He understood that well and truly now. Ishmael owned him. He’d come to fetch him because he was his. It was something Ishmael could count on, just as he could count on being punished in the kinkiest way possible when he displeased him and being rewarded when he made him happy.
