Two hours later, I was lying in my bed. Tiffany and Jonah had left via Uber, leaving me to my thoughts. After the interrogation they’d given me, it was a wonder I could think about anything. After the initial shock wore off, they had both tossed question after question, most of which involved being a submissive. I had given them details about the positions I’d learned, but past that, I honestly didn’t have all that much to share. They hadn’t seemed disappointed.
As for me, remembering those moments with Edge and Cav had only made me miss them. I wished I was with them tonight. They had mentioned going to Dichotomy. I couldn’t help but wonder what they were doing. Were they spending time with another submissive?
The thought made my chest ache.
No.
They didn’t seem like the types to do that.
Were they?
I reached for my phone and before I could stop myself, I pulled up their contact information and added them to a group text.
Me: Wanted to let you know I’m thinking about you. Both of you. Hope you’re having fun tonight.
I regretted it as soon as I hit send. I didn’t want them to think I was pining away for them. After all, I was supposed to be busy tonight.
I peered over at the clock. Technically, the night was over since it was two a.m.
My phone buzzed in my hand.
Cav: Hey, cupcake. Thinking about you, too.
My heart melted, then expanded in my chest. I felt the butterflies erupt in my stomach as I lay there, gripping my phone like it was a lifeline.
Edge: How’d your night go with your friends?
Me: Good. They went home. Now it’s just me. About to go to sleep. What are you boys up to?
Cav: I’m sitting on Edge’s sofa. Waiting for him to get home. We’ve got some issues to address.
Me: Oh.
Edge: Don’t worry, sweetness. Nothing serious.
Me: Glad to hear that.
I smiled to myself.
Me: Do me a favor? While you’re working out those issues…
I hit send.
Cav: Yeah?
Me: Think about me.
I lay there staring at my phone for the longest time, waiting for a response. My eyes started to close, but my phone finally buzzed.
Edge: Thinking about you seems to be a trend right now, sweetness.
Cav: Sweet dreams, cupcake. See you soon.
With a smile on my face, I drifted off, my thoughts on the two of them and exactly how they were going to work out those issues. Wishing I was there.
To watch.
EDGE
WHEN I WALKED INTO MY APARTMENT, I was thinking about Jamie.
I’d been surprised by her text message. Surprised and slightly disappointed that she wasn’t with us tonight.
Then again, it was for the best. Considering my frame of mind, I wasn’t sure it was in her best interest to be around me right now. I felt as though Cav had blindsided me earlier in my office at Chatter PR. I was still pissed that he’d done it. And sure, it was my own damn fault for going through with it, for allowing Jamie’s delectable mouth to wrap seductively around my cock, but it didn’t mean I couldn’t beat myself up about it.
Something you’ve gotten far too good at.
And in turn, aim some of the blame on the man currently sitting on my sofa.
Cav looked comfortable, reclining, one foot on the coffee table, the other on the floor, knees wide as he stared at the television.
As I dropped my coat onto the chair, I didn’t bother to look to see what he was watching. I didn’t care.
Before he could say anything, I held up my hand as I passed in front of him. “Don’t say a fucking word.”
I went to the kitchen, grabbed a glass, and poured two fingers of scotch into it. I tossed it back, set the glass down, then, without saying a word to Cav, went to my bedroom.
I stripped off my clothes and headed for the shower. Although I felt cleaner when I was finished, the hot water had done little to ease the tension in my shoulders. My dick was back in the living room, already making plans for the sexy man on my sofa, but my brain was trying to come up with ways to punish him.
I wrapped the towel around my hips, then headed for the living room. What I needed was a submissive. Not just any submissive though. I wanted Jamie. I wanted her on her knees waiting for me. I’d been thinking about it all damn night.
Cav might not be submissive, but he’ll do in a pinch.
Yes, Cav would work, too. He wasn’t the submissive I imagined but only because he wasn’t a submissive. I craved him like a drug, sure. However, I knew he couldn’t curb the yearning I had for domination.
I stepped into the living room, stopped dead in my tracks.
Well, will you look at that?
Nope. No submissive for me tonight, but I would have Cav. And while he wasn’t on his knees, he did appear to be waiting for me. Flat on his back on the sofa, completely naked, his dick in his hand. I paused, watching as he stroked himself slowly.
“Did I tell you to touch yourself?” I asked on impulse, fury simmering in my gut.
Those baby blues slid up to my face. “In case you don’t remember, I don’t need your permission.”
I inhaled deeply, let it out slowly. “Don’t you?”
His hand stilled momentarily as though he was considering that. It was the first sign I’d seen from him that there might be a part of him willing to submit to me. The other night, when he’d jacked off while giving me the details of his date hadn’t counted. I hadn’t been commanding him then and he damn sure hadn’t been submitting. It had been a test, sure. A feeble attempt to figure out just what he needed from me.
For the record, I still had no fucking idea.
“Stop,” I ordered, and his hand stilled completely.
Yeah. He was willing to submit to me.
The mere thought had my dick hardening.
“Stand up.”
Cav slowly got to his feet, wary eyes settling on my face.
I remained where I was. “You want me tonight, you’ll do exactly what I tell you.”
He offered a slight nod. I took it as a good sign.
“On my bed.” I stepped back, motioned toward my bedroom. “On your back.”
I followed him into my bedroom, dropping the towel as I went. My attention was focused on the long, lean length of him, his firm, tight ass. The man was smaller than me, not as broad or thick, but what he lacked in breadth, he certainly made up for in brawn. Every perfectly sculpted muscle shifted as he walked, and I found my lips tingling with the need to graze every inch of his body.
Rein it in. Take your time. He’s not going anywhere.
True.
Once Cav was on the bed, I flipped on the lamp on the nightstand. I wanted to see this. I wanted to gauge every expression, to see in his eyes just what he wanted from me. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had Cav alone. Not like this. Not with so much heat between us. There was no way to deny that I’d wanted him for years, but I had honestly pushed the thought aside, figuring I could never have him.
The fact that he was naked and in my bed said otherwise.
“Do I have a safe word?” he taunted, his eyes narrowed, mischief glittering in the baby blue.
I stared at him, considered it. “No.” He wouldn’t need one.
He gave a slight nod of his chin. Acceptance.
I fucking liked that.
It took me a minute to retrieve the toys I wanted from my closet, my mind already categorizing all the ones I would purchase to use on him in the future. Cock rings, ball stretchers, butt plugs. Yeah. I could have some serious fun with this Dom.
When I returned, Cav was still there on my bed. He hadn’t moved. His eyes followed me around the room as I made my way to the other side of the bed. When I pulled out the leather wrist restraints, he raised one arm, offering himself to me.
“Eager?” I asked.
“Resigned.”
Not wanting to think on
that too much, I shackled his wrist to the metal bedpost. I did the same with the other, then took a moment to admire him laid out before me, completely at my mercy. His cock was thick and hard, resting against his abdomen, his muscles lax. He didn’t appear intimidated, save for the slight increase in his breathing.
“Do not move and do not speak until I ask you a question,” I ordered.
I picked up the nipple clamps I’d retrieved, then crawled up onto the bed, straddling his hips, my cock rock hard. He felt different beneath me. Unlike a woman’s smooth, soft skin, the hair on his legs was coarse, his skin firm. Definitely different, but so fucking good at the same time.
“You like a little pain?” I asked.
“Never really been my thing.”
I grinned. “Too bad, then.” My eyes moved from the clamp to his face. “I’ll get enough pleasure out of this for both of us.”
I made quick work of attaching the clamps to his nipples, observing him as I did. I loved the way he grimaced from the pain, but he never said a word. Not so much as a hiss. The man had admirable willpower.
“I’m going to have to get some more toys,” I told him as I leaned over him. “Some I can use on you.”
His eyes remained locked on mine.
“I like the idea of a ball stretcher,” I rambled. “Perhaps a masturbation pump. Something to punish you with.” I tilted my head to the side and grinned. “I’m going to enjoy using you for my own pleasure. Fucking you whenever and wherever I want.”
Cav’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.
“You like that.” It wasn’t a question. “You like the idea of me using you, fucking you, torturing you. I can see it in your eyes. You especially like the idea of having Jamie watch.” I propped my hands on the mattress, leaned over him. “She’ll watch as my cock sinks so fucking deep inside you.”
His breaths had increased, but so had mine. The thought had pleasure slamming into me. I wanted to be balls deep inside him.
I pulled back so I could see his eyes. “I haven’t been with a man in years,” I admitted. “Many, many years.”
Cav’s eyes remained on mine.
“I haven’t wanted one,” I told him as I sat up, toyed with the nipple clamps, sliding my palms over his smooth chest. “You’re the only man I’ve thought about, Cav. For so fucking long. But I honestly didn’t think I’d ever get the opportunity to have you.”
I tugged on the clamps, making him hiss as his eyes slammed closed and his back bowed.
“Open your eyes,” I commanded.
Cav’s eyes shot open.
“When’s the last time you were with a man?”
“Years,” he said gruffly, his teeth clamping together when I pulled the clamps.
“When’s the last time a man fucked you?”
Cav held my gaze, but he didn’t answer.
I jerked on the clamps. “Answer me.”
“Never,” he snapped, and I could see the torment there, both from the admission and from the pain he was enduring.
I let go of the chain. “What?”
“Never,” he said simply. “I’ve never been fucked by a man.”
That admission made it damn near impossible to remain where I was. The thought of being the only man to fuck that sweet virgin ass… It was more than I expected.
“You’re a virgin?” I tugged on the chain.
“Yes,” he bit out.
I’d fully intended to drag this out, but with that knowledge, it would be damn near impossible. I leaned in, sliding my mouth over his, urging his lips open for my tongue. The sudden need to taste him, to be closer to him was overwhelming.
The kiss started gentle, but the anticipation fueled my lust, building it higher and higher as I controlled his mouth with mine. Cav gave back, our tongues dueling as he writhed beneath me, soft moans escaping him.
When I broke away, I lifted my head, stared down into his face. “Tell me you want me.”
“More than my next fucking breath,” he whispered.
“Tell me,” I demanded.
His face hardened. “I want you, Edge.”
“Fuck, Cav,” I growled, crushing my mouth to his once more.
I didn’t allow the kiss to linger. I pulled my lips from his, then trailed them down his jaw, his neck, over his pecs, licking, tasting. I teased his tortured nipples for a few seconds, then continued to work my way down his body, over his abs, my tongue fondling his navel momentarily. Cav remained silent, the only sign he was enjoying it, the way his muscles flexed and relaxed beneath my mouth.
“Say my name,” I muttered, nipping the skin on his hip.
“Edge.”
“Tell me you want my mouth on your cock.”
“Suck me.” He groaned, bowed his back when I licked the head of his dick. “I want your mouth on my cock, Edge.”
He followed directions perfectly and it turned me on like nothing else.
However, I fully intended to get a rise out of him.
Literally.
I brushed my lips over the head of his cock, eliciting a hiss from him. But I didn’t linger there.
With my feet on the floor, I positioned myself between his thighs, forced his knees to bend, then pushed them toward his chest. But I wasn’t ready to fuck him.
Not yet.
No, I had something else in mind.
“Ever had your asshole rimmed?”
“Yeah,” he huffed.
“By a man?”
He didn’t answer. Didn’t matter. I didn’t need a response.
In one swift move, I dove in, my tongue laving the tight ring of his asshole. Although quiet, Cav began to squirm, clearly enjoying the rim job I was offering. I licked and teased until he was moaning, his breaths sawing in and out of his lungs in perfect time with mine.
“Please, Edge,” he growled. “I need… Fuck, Edge. Don’t make me come. Not yet. Damn it.”
I paused long enough for him to catch his breath, to pull himself back from the brink. Then I went at him again, fucking him with my tongue, forcing his legs farther back so that he was unable to move an inch.
“Fuck me, damn you,” he snarled. “Edge! Fuck you, Edge.” He growled, a deep rumbling sound that made my cock jerk. “Fuck me, damn it.”
I couldn’t have resisted him if I’d wanted to.
Forcing myself off of him, I made my way to the bathroom, retrieved a bottle of lube I kept under the sink. The condoms were in the bedside drawer and I grabbed one, rolled it on.
Only when I was ready did I unhook the leather cuffs. “On your knees,” I commanded.
Cav rolled over, got on his hands and knees.
“Hands on the headboard.”
He seemed somewhat confused by the order, but he knelt on the mattress, his fingers curling over the top rail of the headboard. Once again, I used the cuffs to restrain him, hooking them around the center bar so he couldn’t get far.
I sank my teeth into his shoulder as I moved in behind him.
Utilizing the lubricant, I worked his asshole open with two fingers while I continued to nip and bite his neck, my other hand sliding over his warm chest. While I wanted this to be a cold, calculating fuck, I knew it wasn’t. I cared too much about him. And though I wasn’t willing to let him know that, I couldn’t hide the truth from myself.
“You ready for me, Cav? You want to feel my cock inside you?”
“Yes.”
I pulled my fingers out of his ass, lined up my cock, and worked my way inside him. It took every ounce of restraint I had not to slam home. I didn’t want to hurt him, but the man was testing my control.
“Breathe,” I insisted, kissing the back of his neck, sucking on his warm skin as my cock slid in all the way. “God, you feel good, Cav.”
“Edge…”
“Tell me,” I urged. “Tell me how it feels when I’m inside you.”
“Pain,” he bit out on a rough growl.
I slowed, gave him time to stretch around me. His asshole flexed, mi
lking my dick, driving me absolutely crazy.
“Relax,” I whispered, nipping his earlobe. “Feel me. Deep inside you, Cav. This is fucking heaven.”
I eased out an inch, pushed back in.
His hands gripped the headboard, his knuckles white.
“Edge … need more.”
“You’ll have all of me,” I assured him as I pulled out. “Every.” I pushed in, pulled out. “Single.” Again. “Inch.”
“Fuck.” His low growl had my cock throbbing inside him.
Minutes passed as I inched in and out of his ass, working him open, my fingers curled over his shoulders, holding him in place as I took my time, relishing the exquisite pleasure I found in his body.
“Hold on, Cav,” I warned as my hands trailed down his sides.
Gripping his hips roughly, I jerked him back toward me at the same time I thrust into him. Shifting positions for a better angle, I retreated, then slammed into him, harder. Impaling him on my cock, loving the way his ass squeezed my dick.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Ah, Christ, Edge. Fuck me.”
I didn’t stop. Retreating, driving my hips forward. Harder and harder each time until I was slamming into him, over and over. We were both panting, groaning, slick with sweat. I kept the pace for long minutes, then slowed as I reached around and gripped his cock roughly. I jerked him in rhythm to my new pace. Slow, easy.
I released his cock, gripped his hips, slammed into him again, fucking him wildly. Again and again before I shifted to the slower pace, stroking his cock until he was pleading for me to let him come. I alternated between the two, loving the way his ass gripped me.
I jerked him roughly, released his cock, gripped his hips. “I want you to come without me touching your cock.”
Cav groaned.
“And you better come before I do, or you won’t come at all.”
I slammed into him. Hard.
Cav grunted.
Retreated. Slow and easy.
Slammed home again.
“Fuck, Cav,” I growled. “Your ass feels so fucking good.”
This time I didn’t slow. I fucked him ruthlessly. Harder and harder until my tenuous grip on control was ready to snap. I wanted him to come.
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