“But I wouldn’t be able to come,” Peter said, almost choking on the words he was so humiliated and turned on.
“You could,” Carver corrected him. “You just couldn’t get hard. If you really don’t like it, you can always use your safeword.”
Rather than be relieved, Peter found that Carver’s mention of his safeword was a distinct turn-off. He’d been enjoying the squirmy feeling of humiliating helplessness, and now the illusion was torn away.
“What?” Carver asked, perplexed. He glanced between Peter and the road. “What’s with the face?”
“You didn’t have to mention the safeword,” Peter grumbled, knowing that he was being ridiculous and not caring. He hadn’t realized how much he was enjoying the whole forced chastity thing until Carver reminded him that he wasn’t actually forced to do anything.
Carver frowned, but then when he worked through what Peter was actually saying, he grinned.
“You dirty little slut,” he said, reaching over and tugging on Peter’s ear. “Fine. No safeword on the cock-cage for the first month.”
“What?” Peter asked, the delicious squirmy feeling jumping right back into his gut. His groin was tingling with abject pleasure.
“You don’t want a safeword for the cock-cage, you won’t have one. It’s decided.”
“But what if I don’t like it?” Peter was grinning. Carver’s answering grin was all teeth.
“Then we put a gag in your mouth if you complain about it,” he said, leaning back in his seat with one hand on the wheel looking all smug and hot in his business suit.
Peter was rock hard, and he couldn’t help himself from reaching down and rubbing his bulge.
“No,” Carver said, reaching over and grabbing his wrist. His big fingers were like a manacle. “You don’t touch that without permission.”
Peter very nearly came on the spot. “Please?” he whimpered, tugging uselessly on Carver’s grip on his wrist.
He couldn’t even make the alpha’s hand waver.
“No,” Carver said, firm and incredibly happy. “Not for at least a month.”
Peter closed his eyes, feeling Carver’s grip on his wrist, his cock throbbing against the inside of his briefs as he let the helpless humiliation wash over him.
His balls pulled up tight and he came, filling his underwear with his load as he bit back a whimper.
Carver let go of his wrist, glancing at him with a raised brow.
“Did you just…?”
“Sorry,” Peter said, utterly unrepentant.
“You’re going to pay for that,” Carver promised, putting both hands on the wheel and looking very happy for someone whose omega had just blatantly disobeyed them.
Peter couldn’t wait.
* * *
When they got home,Tex was waiting for them in the living room. He’d stripped off his motorcycle suit, leaving him in just the compression bodysuit he wore underneath. The suit clung to Tex’s muscular body, showing off his bulge and ass to glorious effect.
“There you are, what took you so long?” Tex teased, strutting toward them with a can of beer in his hand. He took a long drink. “I’ve been waiting forever.”
“Shouldn’t police officers obey the speed limit?” Peter asked, putting down the bags he’d carried in from the car and reaching down to adjust his crotch. His wet underwear was cold and gross and Peter wanted to change.
Tex sniffed, taking a step closer and grinning. “Did you come in your pants?” He looked to Carver. “Really? Without me?”
“I told him he wouldn’t have a safeword for the cock cage,” Carver explained, the smirking way he said it turning Peter’s face bright red. “Apparently, that’s all it took.”
“Really,” Tex said, drawing out the word. He ruffled Peter’s hair, his fingers scraping over his scalp. “No safeword, huh?”
