Literally, what the fuck?
“Yes, off the table. Way off,” he said as soon as he could speak.
“Even if it’s not in your mouth?”
Dylan was so glad they were talking about these things before doing them. He didn’t know how he would have reacted if they were in the middle of sex and August suddenly let loose a stream of piss on his face.
Unlike the gloves and the leather, or even the spitting, there was nothing appealing about getting piss all over himself.
“No, I think that would be too much for me. I’m not… I don’t think I would like that.”
August looked disappointed – as though whipping out his cock and hosing Dylan down with piss had been something he’d been looking forward to.
Dylan took another sip of his soda and ignored him, keeping his attention on Ryker. He didn’t look disappointed, though God only knew what perverted things the blond alpha was waiting to spring on him.
This couldn’t be normal, even for werewolves. Dylan was all for discussing their kinks – even though he had zero experience with anything kinky prior to meeting August – but it should be adiscussion. August and Ryker seemed to take it for granted that he would be into things, and for the billionth time since meeting them, Dylan wonderedwhy.
He was way too embarrassed to ask.
“Tonight, we want to tie you up and fuck you,” Ryker said, looking at him with a fond expression, like Dylan was cute. “We’ll put you in a collar, bondage mittens, and maybe a corset, and we’ll most likely gag you at some point. Is there anything you’d like us to add to the list, or take off?”
Dylan felt dizzy, and when he tried to breathe, he couldn’t seem to get enough oxygen.
“Dylan?” Ryker prompted.
“That all sounds good,” Dylan said, heart racing and balls pulling tight. He reached between his legs and adjusted his cock and bit back a moan at the spark of pleasure that went through him.
He didn’t know what bondage mittens were.
“I want to put you in a cock cage, after we knot you and make you come,” August added. His voice was gruff. “I don’t want you coming unless you’re with one of us.”
Dylan’s cock throbbed, harder than ever, and he wondered what it would be like to sit there and have his erection restricted.
Paradoxically, imagining it only made him that much harder.
“Maybe,” he said, more intimidated by that than by the bondage stuff. His breaths were coming too fast, like he’d been running.
With bondage mittens, corsets and collars, Dylan would be let go when they were done. Chastity, on the other hand, was long term. Every second of the day he’d be walking around with a reminder that August had the key to his orgasms.
“I want you to say yes,” August said, leaning forward. His teeth were bared in a half grin, canines sharper than they had looked just a minute ago.
“He’s allowed to say maybe,” Ryker interjected. “Or would you preferno?”
August smirked, cocky and hotter than the sun. “He’s not going to say no. He wants me to lock up his cock. Look at him, he’s so turned on he can’t even breathe.”
Dylan ducked his chin and closed his eyes, his cock so hard he thought he might come just from the sound of August’s voice teasing him.
“Maybe,” he repeated.
“But everything else I mentioned, you’re okay with trying?” Ryker asked.
Dylan nodded. He was a little intimidated by the idea of a corset, but if they pulled it too tight, he could just tell them to stop.
“Good.” Ryker smirked. “I’m looking forward to it.”
* * *
After clarifying what the plan for the evening was, the rest of the dinner proceeded somewhat normally. There was no more sex or kink talk, and though August and Ryker had Dylan’s cock hard just from existing and looking the way they did, the two werewolves stayed in their seats all through the rest of the meal.
