Page 99 of For Your Heart
He nods.
“I’m going to put a fat plug in your ass that’s wireless and attached to my phone. I also have a neat little cock strangler thing that I forgot the name of, also wirelessly attached to my phone. And I’m going to gag you with the new ball gag we bought at the store that we haven’t used yet. I’m going to set up my tablet and let it face you, also attached to my phone. While I’m having lunch with Declan and Simon, I’m going to be watching you and constantly bringing you to the edge of orgasm while I’m gone.”
His breaths are shallow; his pupils have dilated so the dark brown of his irises are completely drowned out.
“You’re not really going to beg since you’ll not be able to talk, but I’ll have an earbud in so I can listen to you cry and plead and whine. All those sweet, sexy sounds you make—I won’t miss a single one.”
“You’re a fucking torturing sadist.”
I grin and kiss Sage’s lips at my brother’s remark. “What do you think? Want to do this with me?”
He nods absently, but it’s wild just like he is.
“Here’s the thing, Sage. Are you listening?”
“Yes,” he says, blinking as he tries to clear the fog in his head.
“I won’t be able to hear a safe word from you. There’s no way you can motion for it, either. Not in the position you’ll be in—powerless and completely under my control.” He shudders. “I’ll be gone for a couple hours. If there’s any part of this you don’t want, tell me.”
I’m not really going to be gone that long. Twenty minutes at most. Long enough to pick up food, my brother and Simon, then we’ll be back here where I can check on him constantly. I can’t imagine leaving him alone like this. What if something happens?
“I want it,” he says.
“Are you sure? There’s no pressure here, Najee. None at all.”
“I want it,” he repeats. “Yes, all those things.”
I press my raging hard dick against him. “I’ll be like this the entire time, my love,” I murmur, making him moan. “Knowing that you’re here like this. Where I can see and hear you but not touch you. Where I know you’re unable to come until I give you permission. Knowing that your denied pleasure is going to be so severe, it’ll be painful. Do you want to hurt for me, Najee?”
“Yes,” he almost shouts. “Please, Damon.”
Knowing my time is running out, I kiss him again and then move back. I start with the butt plug first and I take my time working it in. It’s extra fat, though relatively short. I wanted to make sure it hit his prostate with pressure. Then I rig up the cock thing. There’s a silicone ring that goes around his balls and one between them, almost like underwear for his sac. The other piece is about an inch wide that I have to stretch to get his fat dick into, and it rests right above the root of his cock.
I can make it vibrate, concentrating around his shaft or around his balls, or both. There’s also a small balloon at the base that can be blown up that will give him the sensation that he’s being squeezed. Which should effectively cut off any orgasm with a bit of pain. Just in case I get him too close.
His eyes are wide as I set up the camera right in front of the scissors; there’s always a fail safe plan. I’d never put him in actual danger. I have two minutes before I have to get out of here. When I have it all set up and make sure everything’s paired with my phone, I give every feature a trial run, watching Sage as he cries out and tries to jerk his body.
I’m smiling all too widely when I see that he’s exactly how I want him—fucking immobilized while his body hums in pleasure before it’s taken away.
“Are you sure you want the gag?” I ask.
He nods wildly as he tries to catch his breath.
This isn’t actually the gag we bought. This one has a slightly smaller ball. Only because he’s going to be like this for awhile; I don’t want his jaw to hurt too much. Especially since I plan to fuck him after with this thing still in his mouth.
He opens for me and I set it into place, tying it securely but not too tightly. “Okay?”
He makes a noise as he nods.
“Fuck, I wish you could see this,” I murmur. I squeeze my cock that’s already dripping far too much.
Slipping from the bed, I quickly dress fully and then kiss his forehead. “Love you, Najee. Wait for me.”
He whimpers as I walk out. My gaze is already locked on the phone screen where his image fills it in real time. His eyes dart around his room, feral and overwhelmed. His chest heaves. Fuck, he’s gorgeous.
“I’m going to be getting off to your fantasy, asshole. I don’t even want anyone tied up.”
Too bad. It’s so fucking sexy.
