His skin grows a brighter shade of pink and he loses his balance a little on his way back to his dresser. I help him match another set and he agrees to change in front of me. His cock flops out against his stomach, leaking a stripe of precum below his belly button as he tugs on a purple thong.
My body tightens and I grit my teeth as I come shaking. He slides on a sheer camisole with lace trim on top and a tiny bow in the center. I close my eyes before I can grow hard again when the fabric clings tight to his hard nipples, and I jump when the cold metal cage touches my skin.
“Have it on yet?” He walks closer when I open my eyes and then spins around, shaking his ass. I have to look away again.
“Not yet, and if you keep doing that, I’ll have to come again before I can.”
His eyes drop to the floor, and he hides his laughter behind his hand. “Sorry.”
“No you’re not.” My voice strains as I tuck myself into the confining device and close it. I set the key on the dresser and moan when I slide back on the bed, causing my sensitive head to rub over the metal.
“Yeah, you’re right.” He smirks. “I’m not.”
“Thought as much. Now will you please come here? Por favor, dulce.”
He takes slow steps toward me, his eyes heavy with arousal, and as soon as he’s close enough, I tug at the bottom of his top,nearly pulling him down onto the bed with me. He rumbles with laughter, steadying himself on his feet and trying to yank away.
Shaking my head, I hold him in place and squeeze his legs between my knees. “You said if I put it on, I could touch you. A deal is a deal.”
“And now I’m tempted to be a liar and change my mind.”
“If I couldn’t get a one-time pass, then neither can you.”
He huffs out a laugh. “Okay. Go ahead, then. Touch me.” He steps closer and I pull apart my legs, giving him the chance to press a knee to the cage.
Oh, he’s playing dirty. That’s okay. That means I can do the same later. He just might wish he’d never asked me to get in the cage first. I know we agreed on taking it off in the morning, but we didn’t say when. After all, five minutes before noon still counts.
Twenty-five
Henry
Leaning back, I lower my legs in the water as much as the tub allows me. It’s bigger than I remember, fitting not only me comfortably but Rafael too. His nose nudges my neck and he drags the warm, soaked wash cloth up the center of my body. I wiggle against him, the cage catching on my skin. My body shakes and my hole clenches when he circles each of my nipples.
“I said I’d get you back, didn’t I?” His words hold a bite to them.
“You did.” I kick forward, spreading my thighs, and my skin grows tight when he goes from squeezing warm water over my hard nub to covering it with cold body wash without warning. My teeth chatter and I jolt when he lays the warm washcloth over my nipple, the two sensations mixing together, and as the warmth is about to fully take over, a cold silicone object throws my body off.
Hitting the power button, he sends the vibration from the small handheld device through my entire body.
“What do you like about that?”
“All of it,” I say, between my tightening jaws. “The quick switch between hot and cold, the vibration, and then your stroking fingers. All of it.”
“Is someone a fan of sensory play?” His voice is teasing.
“What’s that?” My breaths shift and he shuts off the butt plug, but as I’m relaxing my shoulders, he hits it on again and my body feels like it’s being zapped to life after flatlining.
“Oh, you definitely are, and you have no idea either. Yes, we are going to have so much fun being snowed in together.”
“You really are going to kill me, aren’t you?” My tone is uneven and he stiffens behind me, the vibration stopping again.
“No, baby. I told you already. I’d never allow myself to hurt you that badly. Only enough to make you scream while you’re coming in my arms.”
“Will I cry too?”
“Yes. With a smile on your face before asking me for more.”
My body hums. “Let’s hurry and get to that point, then.”
