Roscoe nodded.
“They gave it to me, and I think it fucks with Mosavi’s vironoct or whatever.”
“Now that’s some good news!” Roscoe jumped to his feet, lifting me up with him. This time, Austin’s fatigues ripped completely before falling off. “So, where’d you put it?”
“In the top drawer with my underwear.”
“Ah, that’s why I never saw it. I’m only interested in the ones in the hamper.”
I rubbed my forehead.
“I’m the yin to your yang,” he said, leading me back inside the house. “Get this cage off me so we can yin-yang all night.”
“Nah,” I said, teasingly.
Roscoe stopped in the doorway, his ears dropping.
“C’mon Cody. It was hot at first, but now I’m gettin’ frustrated.”
“I think that’s the point of this thing.”
He leaned in, and I expected him to give me a quick kiss, but then his tongue slipped into my mouth and one of his large hands squeezed my ass.
“I’ve gotta get that thing off you,” I said, defeated as I ran inside ahead of him.
Soaked in sweat, I straddled Roscoe as he howled, and things felt somewhat normal. His chest had this spicy aroma, which was slightly different from the usual. It was nice enough that I collapsed into him, burying my face.
“I guess I needed that,” I whispered. “How in the hell do you keep doing this?”
“Doin’ what?”
As soon as we separated, I rolled over onto my side of the bed. “How do you make me come just by fucking me?”
“Oh that.” He grinned. “It’s easy. Gotta angle myself juuuust right. When I feel you clench up, I know I hit the right spot.”
A black bag caught my eye in the corner of the room. “That’s new.”
Roscoe looked over and shrugged. “It ain’t mine. I thought it was yours.”
I climbed out of bed and knelt next to the heavy bag before unzipping it. “Whoa.”
“What is it?”
It was an entire bondage kit, some of it glowing different colors when I touched them. I pulled out several items, including a cat o’ nine tails, several metal cock rings, heavy shackles, nipple clamps wired up to some kind of small battery, and several other things I couldn’t recognize.
“Oh, hell no! Throw all that magic shit out,” Roscoe said in a panic while scrambling out of bed. “That stuff’s got witchcraft all over it.”
“Witchcraft?” I turned back toward him, wanting to dismiss what he said, but with everything I’d seen, it wasn’t too far out in left field. Even the cages didn’t unlock without me using the vironoct. “I wonder why he left this stuff here.”
“Don’t care. Throw that shit away.”
“I’m keeping the cages.”
Roscoe shifted his eyes away from me. “Why?”
“Insurance.”
“I’m sorry I got drunk. It won’t happen again, I swear.”
