Page 78 of Wrangled

Toby thrust into me, his hips rocking up off the mattress. “You’re getting closer.”

I nodded, desperate to tug on my cock. No way was I about to do that, however.

Maybe he saw something in my face. He reached up and cupped my nape, drawing me to him. We kissed, a searching, claiming kiss, his tongue in harmony with his dick. My forehead touched his, and he whispered, “Now, Robert. Touch your cock.”

I slid a hand between our damp bodies and wrapped my fingers around my shaft. I gave it maybe three or four tugs before I shot hard. I shuddered through every pulse of my dick, and it wasn’t long before he followed.

God, I’d missed that throb inside me. It could only have been better if there’d been nothing between us, but I wasn’t stupid. Going bare in my mind spoke of one thing—commitment—and a guest who’d be gone in ten days wasn’t going to be interested in that.

He held me against his chest, his lips on my cheeks, my forehead, my mouth…

“So good,” he murmured.

I wanted to tell him it had been good for me too.

I wanted to tell him he’d set me on fire.

What spilled from my lips was something entirely different.

“What just happened?”

Toby

I kept my tone even. “We fucked. Maybe I should’ve recorded it on my phone, you know, to send to you, in case you needed reminding.”

I was half-joking. I wanted to remember every minute.

My hookups and scenes followed a pattern. We’d meet, check our status, talk a while—at least until I’d worked out what they were into—or not into—we’d discuss any boundaries that needed to be set, and then it would be all systems go. There was a reason I posted photos of me in my harness on Scruff—I didn’t want my proclivities to be a surprise.

Not that I’d gone into this night with Robert blind—the photos hadn’t put him off, far from it. But Ihadgone in determined to keep things vanilla, because we hadn’t even discussed if hewasvanilla, and just thinking about taking the first steps into BDSM.

Then I recalled his obvious excitement when I held his throat. Breath-play wasn’t something vanilla guys got off on, whereas it was definitely more of a D/s thing.

What is going on here?

He liked it rough. He got hard as a rock when I engaged in a little breath play. There’d been other stuff too, and all of it was leading me to one of two possible conclusions—either Robert fantasized about being taken roughly, or…

I cupped his bearded jaw, tilting his head to look him in the eye. “What did you like most about what we did here?”

He stared at me for a moment, then shuddered out a sigh. “The way you… took control, told me what to do…”

I stared back. “Something you want to tell me?”

Robert raised himself, and my softened dick slid from his warm body. I removed the condom, tied it up, and placed it on the nightstand along with the torn wrappers. Without a word, Robert handed me tissues to wipe his cum from my stomach. Then he leaned over and opened the drawer. When he didn’t remove anything, I took the hint. I peered into it. At first, I wasn’t sure what I should be looking for, until I caught sight of—

Nowit made sense.

I reached into the drawer and removed the leather cuffs. “These are yours, right?” They weren’t new, I could tell that much. The edges of the holes where the metal prongs poked through were worn.

He nodded.

Then I saw the cock cage. “This too?” I picked it up and laid it on the pillow.

Another nod.

I bit back a smile. “Is that it, or is there more?”

“Under the bed. Well, that’s all there is here at the house.”

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