Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50817 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Oh God.
It felt soft, he thought as Owen fastened it to his wrist. Still firm, but softer than he’d imagined it would. “Have you used these before?”
“You’re wrists are thicker than my usual partners’,” Owen offered with a slight smile, moving to the other side of the bench. “A few days ago I stopped to get some things on the chance you might be willing. The cute little salesclerk was very helpful with one purchase in particular.”
“What purchase?” Jeremy flexed his cuffed hand, watching Owen’s every move.
When he was done with the other cuff, Owen got up and walked over to the coffee table that he’d slid against the wall. He picked up a large white towel that was bundled there, carrying it over and setting it down on the floor for Jeremy’s inspection. Spreading out the towel, he started arranging the objects that had been hidden inside. There was a new bottle of lubricant, a sixteen-inch paddle made of black leather and—
Jeremy’s eyes widened when Owen picked up a bright red anal wand. “You’re fucking kidding me.”
Owen smiled, pleased with himself. “You like it? She said this was a good one. You’re lucky she was around, too, because my first instinct was…well, she seemed to think you would run screaming in the other direction.”
The plug was the only toy Jeremy had ever used, and before Owen he’d done that alone. He’d never had anything like that inside him. It was long with eight round beads, each one thicker than the last. “Owen…”
Light blue eyes narrowed on him. “Jeremy? Backing down already?”
No. No, he could do this. He wanted to do this. “Do I get a safe word?” he joked weakly.
“Yellow,” Owen answered immediately, his expression letting Jeremy know exactly why he’d chosen it.
He glared at the cocky blond. He wasn’t scared. He looked at the wand again, then the paddle. Maybe he was cautious. It would be strange if he weren’t. But there was excitement mixed in with the wariness. Impatience. “What happens now?”
The set of Owen’s shoulders relaxed, and Jeremy realized he hadn’t been sure of his response. Not so cocky, after all, he thought, biting his cheek to keep from smiling. It was nice to know.
“This.” Owen kissed him, tangling his fingers into Jeremy’s hair and tugging in a way that made his cock jerk. Jeremy tried to reach for him but the chain went taut, limiting his movement.
Owen pulled back with a smile. “Not this time, Tarzan. I’m in control now.”
His hand skimmed down Jeremy’s spine, making him shiver. “I can touch you wherever I want, however I want, and all you can do is accept. Put yourself in my hands.”
Owen touched him. Tickled his sides, pinched his nipples until he flinched. He traced his ribcage with short nails and rubbed the tension out of his shoulders. Whenever Jeremy lost focus, he would reach up and pull his hair again. Hard.
It was incredible.
His palm was hot on Jeremy’s hip and he squeezed before reaching for the lube and the wand. “You’re doing so well, Jeremy. Now you have to trust me more than you ever have before. The way I trust you.”
Still on his knees, Owen moved until he was beside Jeremy’s hip, one hand firmly on his lower back. He paused long enough that Jeremy looked up at the television screen. Owen’s expression as he stared at the body beside him was gratifying.
“Like what you see, Master Finn?”
“Oh yeah.” Owen’s low groan sent a jolt of hard pleasure through his body. “Fuckable art,” he murmured, reminding Jeremy of that first night. “Are your eyes on the screen, Jeremy?”
“Yes.”
His tone hardened. “Keep them there and don’t move unless I tell you to.”
He could hear the wet sounds of Owen lubricating the wand, and then he felt the cool liquid between the cheeks of his ass and Owen’s fingers massaging and pressing against his sphincter. Oh God, he thought, biting his cheek hard. Oh God, he’s really going to do this.
The stinging smack of a palm on his ass cheek made Jeremy flinch. His skin warmed, then heated when Owen landed a few more blows in the exact same spot. His mouth opened in surprise when he felt Owen’s teeth and the swipe of his tongue there as well, intensifying the sensations. What was he doing? That felt… “Jesus.”
“Watch me, Jeremy,” Owen commanded, using one hand to spread his ass as the other guided the tip of the wand to his tight hole. “Watch me while I’m watching this.”
He knew from the moment the first smooth, round bead pushed inside him that he wouldn’t be able to obey. But he tried. He saw Owen guiding the wand into his ass. He’d gotten it for the sole purpose of using it on him. Fucking him.
Whatever you want, Owen. Don’t stop.