I allow myself to bounce between the two sensations before leaning all the way into one, so when I go back the other way, I’m swimming in pleasure. My hole clenches, my cock feeling too big for the cage and my balls growing too heavy for the rest of me. I want to cry and laugh at the same time. I want to scream and smile like he said I would. It happens without him trying for long. Everything good I get from him does.
“Raf,” I rasp. “Fuck, I . . . why do I feel like I could come with the cage on?”
He chuckles deeply, and his now frigid breath sends a chill down my spine. “Because it’s never completely impossible.”
“But you didn’t.”
“No, but we aren’t all extra sensitive and horny like you, Honey. Your body thrives off so much attention, and it’s getting it tenfold right now.”
“I . . . fuck. It’s almost too much.”
“Want to use your safeword?”
“No,” I say between clenched teeth.
“Should I keep going, then?”
I take a moment to think of my answer and smile widely as I say, “No.”
“I’m not hearing the magic word.”
No, and he isn’t going to either. Not anytime soon. Maybe not ever. I both hate and love this, but the second feeling outweighs the first. My body really does love all this attention. It’s getting all his too. He uses his finger to move the ice cube down my chest, nearly shocking my body with cold water again. He goes back and forth. My hole pulsates and desperate sounds crawl up my throat.
Holding me tight, he lifts me slightly out of the water and allows the ice cube to melt through the cage. My cock is going numb from the cold, and before I can lose sight of my pleasure, he dunks me back in the water. I scream between grindingteeth and then laugh like a mad man, the cage rubbing over my erection as I roll my hips.
“You’re so beautiful, Honey. You’re so, so beautiful. If only you could see what I see. I may have to put mirrors in every place we sleep together so you can.”
“Yes,” I say, losing all sense of reality when I’m in sensory overload from him lifting me up again to graze my entrance with the ice. My mouth loses the ability to stay shut, and I don’t know if I’m cold or hot anymore. All I know is I’m right where I want to be. On my way to screaming and smiling while coming in his tight embrace.
The orgasm doesn’t last as long with the cage on, and it’s unsatisfying but also pure fucking bliss. Don’t ask me how those two can go well together at the same time. I guess some things just do, like ice and hot water. Like a man who feels like he doesn’t deserve to be happy and one who has never understood why he didn’t get to be. Because where there are conflicts, there are more directions to go in. They can be used as a way to grow instead of obstacles. There is room for creativity. I’ve never felt so damn free to move as I do now, and it’s more possible now than it’s ever been, even while he’s still holding me down.
Twenty-six
Rafael
After getting dried and dressed, we go for a walk with Huey, and I tell him that since I have to grab some things from home anyway, I don’t mind stopping by his place on the way back to the cabin to grab his packages.
“The spare key too?” He kicks his shoes off in the place he always leaves them.
“That was actually the first thing I was thinking about, but I was trying to not to sound like a possessive boyfriend this early on,” I chirp.
Lifting his head, his eyes widen. “Boyfriend?”
“Sorry. It kind of just came out. I shouldn’t have assumed—” His fingers find my lips to keep me from rambling on. He’s getting better and better at that.
“Too late. You can’t take it back now, boyfriend.” His lips purse and I laugh, kissing the tip of his nose.
“Then I guess if it’s too late, the label will have to stay.”
“And I’ll have to find a way to live with it. Oh, such a hardship. How ever will I manage?” he says while smiling big. “Now hurry up and go make all those trips so you can come back to do more of your boyfriend duties.”
I chuckle and press a chaste kiss to his lips. “I’ll do my best. You sure you don’t want to tag along?”
He looks down at his feet and then up at me. “I’m sure, and I think it’ll be better for Huey to not have to travel back and forth.”
“You’re probably right, and better for your idiot ex not to have a reason to talk to you more.”
“That too. I’ll wait here, and I’ll have dinner ready when you return. It’ll be good to try my hand at it completely alone.”
