He handed me a bottle of Neuroprofin, being careful not to let our fingers brush, before unbuckling his belt.
I watched him slide the black leather out from the loops of his slacks, and I felt my cock twitch and my mouth water.
If we were successful, whatever pain I was about to endure was going to be so worth it if it meant I got to feel him inside me again.
I gave him a shy smirk when he caught me staring, his head cocking to the side in amusement.
“If you get this thing out of me, after the demonstration I… I want to…” My face was burning again at how bold I was being.
“Yes?” Jay purred, stepping in closer to me, his eyes darting down to my lips. “You want to do what, Milo?”
“I want t-to… suck you,” I whispered, and he let out a low rumbly growl.
“Fuck…” He closed his eyes again, like he was physically restraining himself from fisting my hair and forcing me to my knees… not that I would be against that at all. “Baby, you can’t say shit like that when I can’t touch you… It’s fucking cruel.”
I let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the spot on my arm where my chip was already burning slightly, just from thinking about how good it would feel to have Jay’s cock in my mouth.
“Let’s get this thing out of me then, so you can do whatever you want to me again.”
He chuckled softly, shaking his head in amusement.
“I’ve corrupted you. Such a willing little cock slut.” He smirked, hovering his mouth so close to mine I could feel the soft feathering of his breath.
I laughed softly. “Only for you.”
His entire face lit up, and he bit his bottom lip.
“Well, the feeling is mutual, sweet boy. I’m yours, for as long as you’ll have me.”
He was looking at me with so much tenderness and something close toaweon his face.
No one had ever looked at me like that before, and my whole body tingled with warm feelings of pleasure and joy.
I felt like I wanted to tell him that I might be falling in love with him… but it didn’t feel fair when we still couldn’t even touch or kiss each other.
As much as I wanted to know if he felt the same way, I wanted to wait until we could touch each other again before saying anything like that.
The thought just made me more determined.
I jerked my head to the surgical chair and gave him what I hoped was a brave look.
“Let’s do this.”
Jay stared at me for one more long moment before finally nodding in resignation.
“Alright, Milo. Get in the chair.”
Strapping Milo down, knowing that I was about to hurt him, waskillingme. I’d tied him down during sex before, but this was not the same. Even though I knew he was consenting to this, my stomach was a mess of nausea, and my chest was a burning, fiery pit ofrage.
I was so fucking angry at Luke for doing this to him.
For doing this tome.
The thought of hurting Milo like this was sending me into something close to a panic attack, and it was taking everything in me to hide how fucked up I was over what I was about to do.
I needed to stay calm for him.
If he was brave enough to ask me to do this, then I needed to be strong too.
