Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
I fingered the cock cage in my grip as I stared down at my man, admiring the way the diamonds in his earring glittered under the soft, yellow light of the lamp. Just seeing that R in his ear and the steel, chain-link collar around his neck made me hard as fuck for him.
And I had a punishment to deliver him, too. He was in no shape to be having sex—not with his injuries still so fresh. But I knew how to torment him in other ways without having to fuck him like I had in that hotel room.
I carefully crawled onto the bed, being careful not to wake him. Malik was naked after I’d given him a sponge bath to clean the sweat off his skin, and I took a moment to admire how fucking beautiful his body was. He was all lean, cut muscle and smooth, unblemished skin apart from a few small scars he’d received from fights and the gauze covering his stitched-up gunshot wounds that I knew would leave nasty-looking scars.
Being extra careful and glancing up at him every few moments, I slipped the ring over his flaccid dick, then behind his balls. I stilled when he grunted and shifted a little, but then, he settled again, those adorable snores still leaving his lips. Smirking, I slid the cage over his cock, and then, I fastened the little lock into place.
Sitting back on my heels, I admired my handiwork, my mouth watering at the sight of his dick inside the cage. Fuck, he looked hot like that. All at my fucking mercy. And while I would have liked to have tied him to the bed just to torture him a little more, it wasn’t possible. I didn’t want to do more to injure him.
The cock cage by itself would have to do.
I slid my hand between his parted thighs, dragging a finger over his hole. His breath hitched in his throat, and when I slid my finger over the area between his balls and his ass, he moaned, his legs spreading further for me. I saw his cock try to rally, but it immediately deflated again, unable to get hard inside the cage.
And just like that, his eyes snapped open. He looked at my smirking face for a split second before his gaze dropped to his caged dick. He moaned helplessly, his head dropping back to the pillow.
“Rurik,” he growled.
“What, baby?” I asked, using that cool, calm voice I knew grated on his fucking nerves when he was feeling out of sorts. “Something the matter?”
“Why the fuck is my dick in a cage?” he snarled at me, his perfect face screwed up in anger. “Take it off, Rurik. This isn’t comfortable.”
“It’s not supposed to be.” Reaching up, I slowly began to unbutton my shirt. Malik’s breathing grew heavier with every inch of skin I revealed until my shirt fell completely open, baring my inked skin to his hungry, dark-eyed gaze. “Remember me telling you I was going to punish you for that shit you pulled?” His eyes widened. “It’s time, baby.”
“Fuck you,” he growled, his dick trying to rally once again, only to immediately soften once more. He snarled with impatience and anger.
Fuck, he was so beautiful when he was falling apart for me. This anger was different from his usual anger. This was him desperate to get off with me and for me, but he couldn’t.
Because I owned his pretty cock, and it was under my control.
I hummed as I uncuffed my sleeves and unbuttoned them. When my shirt pooled behind me on the bed, Malik’s breath hitched in his throat. Slowly, just to torture him, I undid the clasp on my slacks and slid down my zipper. When he saw I’d gone commando, he groaned and closed his eyes, his fingers twitching like he wanted to touch himself. But he and I both knew even if he touched himself through the bars of his cage, it’d be useless and would just torture him more.
Actually…
“Slide that hand on your cock, Malik,” I ordered, my voice low and gravelly. He opened his eyes, cutting his dark eyes to me, annoyance flashing in his dark eyes. I arched a brow at him. “Malik…” I warned.
Sneering at me, he did as I instructed, and a broken moan shattered the room as he touched his soft cock through his cock cage. I hummed and took myself in hand before straddling his thighs to keep them pinned to the bed. He groaned, his fingers pausing in their stroking.
“Did I say you could stop?” I asked. He bared his teeth at me but resumed stroking his fingers over himself, a tortured moan crawling up his throat that had my cock throbbing. He was goddamn breath taking when he lost himself like this.