Total pages in book: 215
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 217988 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1090(@200wpm)___ 872(@250wpm)___ 727(@300wpm)
And that was fine with them.
He licked a line along Brody’s neck, making him shiver. Then he nipped the skin.
Holy. Crap.
“Do you like this, Pup? Being pinned down by me? At my mercy?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy, for being honest.”
The weight was lifted off him and he nearly begged him to come back, even though his arms were relieved.
The Fox slid down his body so he had his lower legs trapped between his. Then Brody let out a gasp as he felt his tongue against one warm ass cheek. He licked a spot then bit it carefully. Not enough to pierce the skin or likely even leave a bruise. But enough for Brody to feel the sharp sting. Then he sucked the pain away.
Okay, maybe it would leave a bruise, much like a hickey.
He’d feel the effects of this for days to come when he sat down.
Another lick, then a bite before he sucked on the abused skin.
Fuck.
His dick was so hard it hurt. His balls ached for a release. He thrust his hips up and down.
“Don’t you come, Pup. Not without my permission, which you do not have.”
Nooo.
Not fair.
“Good boy. That’s it. Stay nice and hard for me.”
Brody swore he was seeing stars by the time the Fox moved away. His ass was throbbing. Need filled him. Reaching down, the other man helped him stand, holding him as he swayed.
“We need to go find my prize before she starts to get worried. But first, we have to make one stop.”
To his shock, the Fox dropped a shoulder and put it against Brody’s stomach before heaving him over his shoulder.
“Fox! You can’t carry me!”
Slap!
Ouch. That one really hurt. Probably because his ass was already stinging.
“Are you telling me what to do, Pup?” the Fox asked in a low voice that warned him against saying yes.
“Me? No. I would never.”
“That’s what I thought. Lucky you said that or I might have had to get out the cock cage.”
Holy. Shit.
Brody didn’t know whether to be disappointed or not. The cock cage was one thing the Fox hadn’t used on him yet.
And Brody was intrigued.
Although, as hard as he was right now, he wouldn’t fit into the damn thing.
The Fox moved into their bedroom and set Brody down on the bed.
“Stay, Pup.”
He rolled to his side to sit up, only to see the Fox return from the closet with his play bag. He set it on the bed.
“Roll onto your stomach, boy. Then get your knees up under you.”
It was difficult to do with his hands tied, and he just knew the Fox was watching.
The bastard.
But eventually, he managed it. Now his poor abused ass was poking out, ready to be tortured some more. Which he had no doubt was about to happen.
“Good boy.” There was a squirting noise and he looked over his shoulder.
“Face away,” the Fox commanded, slapping his ass. “I’ll tell you what you need to know. You are not in charge right now, and you get no say in anything that happens.”
While he knew that technically wasn’t true since he could always say his safeword, a sense of submission filled him. He wasn’t in charge. He didn’t have to make any decisions. And his Sir would keep him safe.
His ass cheeks were parted and a finger slid into his ass.
He moaned in delight. Fuck, he was so turned on.
“Can I come, Sir?”
“You may not,” the Fox replied as he drove his fingers in and out of his ass. “You’re not to come without permission.”
He drew out his fingers and Brody whimpered. He knew what was coming next, but he still jumped slightly as he felt the tip of the plug enter his ass.
“That’s it. Good boy. You know what to do. You’re going to be my good boy and take all of this, aren’t you?”
His dick throbbed so much that he didn’t know how he managed to stop himself from coming as the plug was pushed deep inside him. He was panting, trembling with the effort of holding back by the time it was seated.
Think unsexy thoughts.
Think unsexy thoughts.
“That’s my good Pup. Well done. Don’t worry, you still get your reward for hitting me with a dart earlier.”
He did?
Thank goodness for that.
“Just stay where you are while I clean up, then I’ll get your clothes fully off. Don’t know why you bother with boxers, Pup. Maybe that should be a new rule. No underwear allowed in the house unless I put it on you. Yes, I rather like that rule.”
He would. Perverted bastard.
He heard the water in the attached bathroom running before the Fox returned to untie then strip him. To his surprise, he didn’t retie him. But he did pick him back up. This time, Brody bit back his protest. There was no point, and it would only get him in trouble.