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)
Leaning over him, I grabbed the lube from the nightstand and used some to slick myself before tossing the bottle aside. Malik sank his teeth into his bottom lip as he watched me begin to stroke myself, and when I rubbed my thumb over my slit, gathering the precum there, he fucking whimpered all while he scowled at me, his fingers still working over himself through the bars of his cage.
“Mad, baby?” I rasped as I twisted my hand over my head before sliding my fist back down myself.
“Fucking pissed,” he growled before groaning, his neck arching. “This is torture, Rurik.”
A husky laugh spilled from my lips. “It’s supposed to be. It’s a punishment, remember?” Though, I wasn’t going to last long—not with him beneath me, skin flushed, pupils blown wide, teeth sinking into his bottom lip, and those wrecked moans crawling up his throat. But I wasn’t in the business of edging myself. I liked instant gratification.
And I knew it’d just agitate him more to see me get off so easily while he was trapped, dick soft and needy.
“Rurik, please,” he begged. “I won’t do anything stupid like that again. I swear I won’t. Just please take this cage off.”
“No,” I breathed. “I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.”
A whine slipped from his pouty lips before he could stop it. His knees tried to bend behind me, but with me sitting on his thighs, he couldn’t do it without toppling me over. And I knew he wouldn’t do that. Because even while he was angry and desperate, he didn’t want to do anything to make this worse on himself.
My balls drew up tight as I watched him gasp and squirm, desperate and needy, and with a low groan, I spilled into my fist, some of my cum dripping between the bars of his cock cage. He growled, baring his teeth at me, rage and desperation burning in his eyes. Smirking at him, I moved, and he spread his legs.
“Rurik—what the fuck?” he snapped when I pushed one of his knees up and kneeled between his parted thighs. When my cum and lube-soaked fingers glanced over his rim, he moaned, parting his thighs even more for me. I pressed two fingers inside him, and he pushed down, forcing me deeper into his body.
When I curled my fingers, finding that sweet spot inside of him, he cried out, his back bowing off the bed before a hissed, pained breath escaped his gritted teeth. I pressed my free palm to his abdomen, pinning him to the mattress. And then, I began to toy with that spot inside of him, rubbing my fingers over it.
He trembled, and when a tear ran down his cheek, I grinned. “You going to come for me, baby?” I asked.
“Can’t with this fucking thing on,” he managed to gasp out, his thighs shaking wildly now. “Please stop torturing me, Rurik.”
“You can,” I assured him. “It just won’t be the orgasm you’re used to.” He lifted his head, confused in his haze. I stroked my fingers over his stomach. “Relax and just feel, Malik.”
He gave me his middle finger, making me grin, but dropped his head back to the pillow. I continued toying with him, my cock rallying again as I watched him become increasingly more desperate. He was moaning and whimpering like a whore now, and his cheeks were drenched in his tears as I tortured him so fucking sweetly.
And then, it happened. He gasped, choking on his next breath. His body jerked, and he managed to croak my name, his throat wrecked from how much he’d been crying for release. I eased my fingers out of him, then moved over his body, planting a hand on either side of him.
He opened his bleary eyes to look up at me, and I gently swept some of his tears off his cheek. “See?” I asked. “Told you.”
“Fuck you,” he muttered, giving me his classic comeback response. But his hand belied his words as he gripped my waist and tugged me down just enough that our torsos pressed together. “Can the cock cage come off now?”
I chuckled and pressed my lips to his in a soft kiss before I rolled off of him and got off the bed. “No,” I said as I headed for the bathroom to wash my hands and clean my cock up.
“What?!” he barked after me. “Rurik, come take it off!”
I snickered. “Your punishment’s not over, baby. You’re wearing that until tomorrow morning.”
“Oh, fuck you,” he snarled.
I grinned as I flicked on the bathroom light with my clean hand. “In due time, Shadow.”
25
Rurik
Malik’s breathing was soft and deep as he slept, his snores barely audible. There was something about feeling his back rise and fall against my chest that settled me. In my arms like this, I knew he was safe. Knew no one could touch him.