I lifted an eyebrow, surprised that he was bold enough to use those monikers with me. “You haven’t earned the right to use those names, Harley. You know how this works.”
"I know," Harley said, reading my expression. "And I'm glad he's got someone to keep his ass in line."
"Harley," Gavriel protested, but there was no heat in it.
"What?" Harley shrugged. "Someone needs to, and it clearly isn't going to be me."
I rolled my eyes at Harley's comment, ignoring the teasing glint in his eyes. "Just help us close up, will you?"
Harley, with a chuckle, went off to start the closing procedures while I turned back toward Gavriel with a small smile on my face. “Next time, maybe just put your hand on the small of my back?”
“Anything you say, Goddess.” Then he leaned in, kissing my lips softly. I was a little stunned about it because while we hadn’t really hidden the fact we were . . . cozy, we hadn’t really launched our relationship. “Don’t worry. No one is paying attention.”
I have him a stern look then faced out toward the bar. "Last call was an hour ago," I announced to the few stragglers, who grudgingly gathered their belongings.
When the final patron left, I locked the front door and the next hour passed in a blur of closing procedures. I moved through the club, checking locks and counting cash while Gavriel dimmed lights and Harley, surprisingly helpful, stacked chairs.
"Nightcap?" Gavriel asked, holding up a bottle of my favorite whiskey.
"God, yes." I sighed, slipping into the chair between them. "After tonight, I need it."
"To Elin," Harley said, raising his glass, "who can take down men twice her size without breaking a sweat."
"Or a nail," Gavriel added with a grin.
Chapter 33
“Strip.”
That one, singular word had my cock hardening. We had just walked into my bedroom, the subtle lighting reflecting off the dark blue walls and reclaimed wood behind the bed, lending a cozy comfort. I’d just pulled back the large comforter for her so that we could crash out when her single word had rung through the space. When I turned to face her, her arms were under her breasts, plumping them up even more. Fuck, she was a diamond.
Slipping my shirt off my shoulders, and then reaching back and tugging my undershirt off, I smiled as lust flowed through every muscle in her body, her nipples pebbling and now visible through her shirt. She watched as I slowly undid my belt, slipped it off, and tossed it to the chair in the corner. The very chair she had made me watch her masturbate from three days ago. She’d made me sit here, fully clothed and not allowed to touch myself. What she didn’t know was what I had done after the last time we’d had sex. When I turned around so that she would be able to see my ass as I slipped my pants and boxers off, my heart raced. Would she actually let me cum today? God, it had been a weeksince I’d been allowed. Since . . . I turned and faced her, and when she realized what I had done, her pupils blew out—I could hardly see the ring of blue in her eyes.
“My cage,” she said appreciatively. “How long?”
“Since you last allowed me to touch you. It’s been excruciating. Every time you’ve played with yourself, every time you've walked into a room, Goddess.”
“What if I don’t have the key, Pretty Boy?” She took a few steps toward me, swaying her hips. She went to her knees and kissed each of my hips before running a finger around the ring of the cage. “You look so beautiful locked up.”
“My cock belongs to you, Goddess.”
She leaned forward, rubbing each side of her nose along the chain mail, her hot breath caressing my balls. I couldn’t help the groan that came from my lips as the head of my cock pressed hard against the metal.
“Oh, look at my pretty boy. He looks like he’s in so much pain.”
While she wasn’t wrong, I’d come to enjoy the pain she gave me. Since that first day, each tweak and pulse did nothing but bring me pleasure. Kissing the head of my cock, she then slowly trailed her way up my body, stopping to lick and nibble my nipples on the way. Caressing the side of my neck, she laid soft, gentle kisses along my shoulder before whispering in my ear, “Lie down on the bed. I’ll be right back.”
I did as she said, and a minute later, she returned, key in hand. “Have you been a good boy for me?”
“Yes, Goddess.”
She stripped down to a see-through lingerie set, of which the bra crisscrossed, showing lots of fleshy tit but simultaneously covering the nipple. The panties, on the other hand, left nothing to the imagination and were barely more than a strip of fabric. One that I wanted to tear off with my teeth. If she would let me.
First, though, she bent down, unlocked the cage, and carefully removed my cock. Her tongue then ran the length of me, flicking a couple times under the head before she encompassed it with her lips. I groaned and gripped the sheets to keep from thrusting into her hot mouth.
“That’s my pretty boy. I’m so proud of you.” Wrapping her lips around me again, she used her teeth this time to scrape her way back up and bite down around the head of me.
“Fuck.” I drew out the word, not sure as a curse or in gratitude.
