Page 32 of Filtration Play
“Oh, look,” Meg said. “You’ve arrived. Right as Ollie was agreeing to let me test out my new flogger.”
Amusement fluttered through him.
Fin crossed their arms and arched a brow. “Incorrect. Ollie’s not interested in pain.”
Meg’s lips twitched, and Fin rolled their eyes.
“If you’ve had enough fun for the day, I’d like to get this photo shoot on the road.” Fin jerked a thumb toward the staircase.
“And I can’t watch?” Meg asked. Her eyes danced. Clearly, she was enjoying every second of this. “You normally love it when I watch.”
“While I fuck, sure,” Fin said. “Not while I take photos.”
Meg’s features softened, and then and there, Ollie decided he liked her a lot. She’d seemed to recognize without Fin having to spell out how vulnerable the process was for them. People like that were invaluable. He’d been lucky enough to find them in his family.
“All right.” Meg rose from her seat. “I guess I have running a business to be doing.”
“Better get on it, boss.” Fin grinned as Meg headed up the stairs. “And you…” Their focus landed on Ollie with a predatory gleam. A shiver rolled through him. “You’re a slutty little tease, aren’t you?”
He couldn’t stop his smile. “And what if I am?”
“I think someone needs their cock locked away before we shoot. Can’t have any more distracting dick prints, can we?”
Heat rushed through him in a fierce torrent. Fuck yes. That was what he wanted.
“Ditch the pants.” Fin swept past him, heading over to a set of drawers beside one of the tables.
He reached for the front buttons of his jeans and paused. Sounds traveled from above, the shuffle of feet, the murmur of conversation from the coffee shop.
“If you’re worried about someone walking down, don’t. Only employees or clients come here, and Meg’s schedule is clear right now.” Fin rummaged through one of the bottom drawers. “Ah ha!”
Ollie flipped open the button and shucked down his jeans, took off his boots and socks, and extricated his legs from his pants the rest of the way. Even though they weren’t under threat of being interrupted, the reality that they were down here doing this while people hung out in the coffee shop above them sent a frisson of awareness through his veins. God, that was hot.
Fin returned with a small sealed box in hand. “The boxer briefs too.”
He swallowed hard, then shunted those to the floor as well, leaving him standing there in a tee and…well, nothing else.
“Might as well take the shirt off while we’re at it,” Fin said. “You can put the boxer briefs back on for the shoot.”
He yanked the shirt overhead and tossed it onto the ground. The cool air made his skin prickle, even though he was a furnace on the inside. His cock was hard as fuck, and the curiosity of what might happen turned him on even more.
They glanced down at his length, their eyebrow raised. “Yeah, that’s not going to work.” Fin tugged a small black device out of the box,one he recognized as a cock cage. Unf. “I’m going to pinch you, which should help prepare you.”
Before he could respond, they pinched his thigh hard, and he flinched. The shock of pain caused his cock to deflate, even though not entirely. He was far too excited about this.
“It’s going to be more uncomfortable to get on you if you’re hard,” Fin said. “If you can’t manage going soft, you can jerk yourself off here while I watch.”
Fuuuuck. The thought made his cock stiffen all over again.
Fin crossed their arms, a smug smirk on their face. “I’m waiting.”
“Do I get lotion or anything?” he asked, even though he could guess the answer.
“That’s a no. Someone couldn’t control himself, so now we need to wait while you manage your issue.” The deprecating tone was like a lighter to his bloodstream, setting his whole system aflame.
He wrapped his hand around his cock. Fin’s undivided attention made him feel buoyant. He’d try a hell of a lot to keep their intense gaze on him.
With the way their shoulders were locked, arms crossed, and how they looked down to where he shuttled his cock in his hand, the slight tingle of embarrassment increased. Fuck, he liked the humiliation far more than he would’ve ever guessed. Fin’s legs were spread with a lazy stance, their backward cap hot as fuck.
