Kink Aware (Kiss of Leather Book 9)

by Morticia Knight

  Cruella checked the space in the bindings then dropped a kiss on his lips before reaching for the cock cage. They held up the same plastic one he’d already worn and he smiled. Finally. Since it was impossible to stuff him into the small cage when he was hard, the only choice they would have was to get him off first. He frowned when Cruella placed it on the bed next to him then rose to their feet.

  “I’ll be right back, baby.”

  He angled his head to watch Cruella pad out of the room. Ray was being a good boy by not asking questions, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t enjoy the lace-covered ass swinging from side to side as Cruella walked away.

  Hot damn.

  Maybe he could make a deal with them. They could have pictures of him in bondage if he could have pictures of them in panties.

  At the sound of the refrigerator opening, Ray assumed Cruella was getting the water bottles out or something else to drink for the aftercare part of their evening. That had been one aspect of the whole BDSM scene he’d been surprised to learn about. Not that he’d assumed there wasn’t affection between lifestyle couples. In all the years he’d been friends with Neal, he’d known him to be very demonstrative with his partners, and he’d always been an affectionate guy. But an official coming down period between a Dominant and sub wasn’t anything he’d ever heard of before.

  It totally rocks, though.

  Cruella reentered the room carrying the water bottles he’d assumed they’d have, but they also held a bowl and one of the kitchen towels draped over their arm. They set the bottles on the nightstand then sat down, cradling the bowl. Ray frowned again at the clinking sound of whatever was in the container.

  “I’m afraid you’re much too hard for the cage. I’ll need to take care of that before we can continue.”

  Shit. Ray had the feeling that by ‘take care of’, Cruella wasn’t referring to a hand or blow job. He swallowed hard. Not questioning.

  At the sight of the first ice cube, Ray’s butthole clenched. Yup. That’ll do it all right.

  “Fuck!”

  Ray yanked on his ties in a futile effort to grab his sac, which had just been painted with the rapidly melting ice. Cruella ran the remaining piece down the length of his diminishing shaft, as he arched his back and twisted his body to get his exposed genitals away from the torturous touch.

  “Almost. Just a little more.”

  As far as Ray could tell, his junk had shriveled up to nothing. He couldn’t imagine what ‘little more’ there could be.

  At last, Cruella seemed to be done with his genitals, but then they picked up a new cube and Ray cringed. When they placed it on a taut nipple, he jerked in his bindings, but the bite of frozen water wasn’t as harsh as it had been on his dick and balls. They moved to the other nub and he found the experience evolving into something pleasurable. A vague hint of pain, not quite enough to really be classified that way, but enough to go beyond the basic arousal when his nipples were played with.

  Ray screamed at the press of the cube against the head of his cock. He strained against the ropes, desperate to escape the overload of sensation. The torment ceased and he collapsed against the mattress in relief. He worked to slow down his frantic breathing as Cruella wiped their hands with the towel, then dried the areas where the melting ice had left trails of water on his skin.

  “Are you warm enough, baby? Should I turn up the heat?”

  He honestly couldn’t tell if the ice had made him cold, or if it was the adrenaline rush, or a mixture of both. “Yeah, that would be great. Thanks.”

  Cruella smiled down on him, the adoration in their eyes threatening to make him come apart. They kissed him softly on his lips then rose. “Be right back.”

  Even though they were gone no more than a minute, he felt their absence like a tangible thing. He wasn’t afraid to be tied up and alone—although he’d heard all the admonishments that bottoms should never be left incapacitated and unattended—but he couldn’t bear to be without Cruella by his side. Not for a while, anyway. It was as if he needed their uninterrupted physical presence to make up for their absence over the past two weeks.

  “If you’re still not comfortable after a few minutes, I’ll raise it more.” Cruella plucked the cage from the covers then sat next to him. “Time to officially begin your punishment.”

  A witty—yet risky—remark about how punishing enough the ice had been was held back at the last second.

  Cruella manipulated and stuffed his flaccid cock into the plastic restraint and attached it around his still-swollen balls. He pressed his lips together as he worked through the competing sensations of getting turned on by their touch again and how his achy balls didn’t appreciate being tugged and squeezed.

  Not unless there’s gonna be some follow-through. And he already knew he wasn’t about to get relief anytime soon.

  At last, the contraption was on, and he pondered how he felt about it, the same way he had the first time. He hated to admit it, even to himself, but it was comforting in an odd way. As if Cruella’s touch had been captured while they’d attached the cage then remained, holding him close.

  Cruella rubbed his belly in slow circles. “How does it feel? Any pinching?”

  He sniffed. “Uh, no. It’s fine.” Be honest. “It’s awesome.”

  Cruella gave him a wide smile. “Perhaps a way for us to still be connected, even when you’re at Rogue and I’m at Rags & Rhinestones?”

  Ray nodded against the pillow. “I’d do that in a heartbeat.”

  “Sweet baby.”

  Cruella stood, then slowly lifted the silky camisole over their head, their long form stretching, their lean muscles rippling beneath their creamy skin. Cruella shook out their hair and it cascaded over their shoulders, the sight of them wearing only the red lace panties making him grit his teeth as his poor cock attempted and failed to lengthen within its prison.

  They took the soft garment and trailed it along his thighs, past his groin then along his torso. Cruella then swirled it around his nipples and he let out a long groan. At last, they tossed the cami onto the floor.

  “You know, I’m not being punished.”

  Cruella winked as they shimmied out of the panties, their hard dick popping free. Ray figured the only option left to them was his mouth, which was more like a reward, so he was on board with that.

  They climbed onto the bed between his thighs then crawled up his body, stopping when they’d planted their palms on the pillow on either side of his head. They rubbed their cum-slickened cock on his belly, biting their lip and undulating as they used his body for their own pleasure.

  “Oh God.”

  Ray whimpered, certain he was about to lose his mind from sheer need. Cruella’s heat, their scent tinged with arousal, their unsurpassed beauty—all of them. They rose up on their knees then grasped the base of their dick, lazily pumping it mere inches from Ray’s mouth. The beads of pre-cum grew until they formed a fine string that dropped from their slit. He couldn’t tear his gaze from it until the sticky liquid landed on his chest.

  Cruella continued to taunt him by stroking themself and never letting their dick close enough to his lips so he could steal a taste. They leaned forward more, supporting themself with one hand on the wall. They hovered over his face and a second trail of early spend began to leak.

  “Open your mouth, Ray. Don’t close it until I say so. Don’t use your tongue either. Keep still.”

  They’re killing me. He clenched and released around the plug, which nudged his gland and made him jerk. So much sensation washed over him with nowhere to go, nowhere to be set free.

  The first bit of pre-cum landed on his tongue and his eyes watered from the effort of not tasting or seeking more. His mouth had become dry and he wasn’t sure how much longer he could obey.

  “That’s good, baby. You can close your mouth for now.”

  For now? He snapped his jaw shut then rolled his tongue in his mouth, searching for the small bit of Cruella’s essence he’d been all
owed to have. More.

  Cruella continued to stroke themself, their pace picking up as their fingers flew over their cock, their eyes closed, their face twisted in a grimace of pleasure. They sucked in a sharp breath.

  “Open your mouth, now!”

  Right as he complied, Cruella cried out, shooting long streams of cum, most of which landed on his face and in his hair, but some made it into his mouth. He flicked out his tongue to wipe it up the best he could, reacting from impulse instead of seeking permission. Cruella descended on him, licking up what he couldn’t reach then pushing it into his mouth, claiming him with a frenzied kiss.

  Ray’s cock pushed against the cage, his balls swollen and hard as he sought as much of Cruella as he could, needing them more than he’d ever needed anyone. Cruella broke for air and Ray whimpered at the loss.

  “Please, I have to touch you, hold you. I can’t stand this anymore.”

  Cruella cupped his cheek. “I want you to hold me too. Let me take care of these ropes.”

  After Ray had been set free, he lunged at Cruella, but they pushed him down with one hand on his chest.

  “You need some water and I want to rub your joints for a moment, make sure they’re not too stiff. Then we can cuddle.”

  Ray gave a jerky nod. “Sure. Hurry?”

  Cruella chuckled. “Yes, baby. Let me take care of you then we can snuggle all night.”

  All night.

  “Cruella?”

  They supported his head and held the water bottle to his lips. “Drink up first.”

  “Okay.” He did as he was told, more melted than he would’ve expected since he hadn’t come.

  “Good boy.” Cruella set the bottle down then began rubbing his shoulders. “Now, what did you want to ask?”

  “I’d like to invite you to stay here for a few days. I don’t want to be pushy, so if it’s too much, I understand. We can work out whatever we need to regarding work schedules and such, but I’m feeling I need some extra bonding time right now.”

  Ray held his breath as Cruella furrowed their brow, seemingly lost in thought as they moved from his shoulders to massaging his wrists. “You know, I think that’s a great idea.”

  He grinned. “You do?”

  Cruella kissed his palm. “I do. I could use some bonding too.” They tapped the cock cage. “And I can keep an eye on this, since I’d planned on leaving it on for at least three days for your punishment.”

  Ray’s eyebrows shot up. “Wha…?”

  Cruella tilted their head. “What’s wrong? Not long enough?”

  Ray had yet another snarky comment to make, but then stopped himself when he was struck by the truth of what Cruella meant to him.

  “You know, if having the cage on longer means you stay here with me longer, then that’s totally fine.”

  Cruella’s eyes glimmered. “Oh, baby.”

  They sealed the deal with a long, deep kiss.

  Chapter Seventeen

  “Wow.” Cruella clung to Ray’s arm as they stepped off the elevator on the floor of Tai, Elliot and Lucas’ place. “Talk about chic. This is a famous building, you know.”

  They glanced around, taking in the pale mauve plush carpet edged in black that laid a path from the black marble flooring where they stood to the end of the corridor. Their friends’ condo took up that half of the top story. Mid-century recessed lighting heralded the way and also shone on a chrome and glass console table against the wall opposite them. The narrow piece of furniture was topped with an enormous crystal vase that boasted an opulent arrangement of white poinsettias and gold glitter-covered twigs.

  Ray cleared his throat and clutched the bottle of aged scotch they’d purchased as a host gift. “Are you sure I’m dressed all right? Your friend Tai and…well, and all the Kiss of Leather people travel in a different realm than me.”

  Cruella stopped then tugged on Ray’s arm. He stumbled back before steadying himself.

  “What?”

  “Are you saying Neal and Liam are in a different realm than you?”

  Ray shifted on his feet. “Well, no, but that’s not the same.”

  Cruella smirked. “How?” As Ray opened his mouth to speak, they held up their hand. “Before you answer, has anyone ever acted as if they were better than you or been unfriendly?”

  Ray sighed. “No, of course not. Of the members and owners I’ve met already, they’ve all been very welcoming.” Ray rubbed the back of his neck. “I guess I’m still working through my own insecurities about being new to all this. But I’m glad we’re here for their Christmas Eve party. This is good. That way, when we get our memberships next year, we’ll be more comfortable at the club.” He snorted. “At least I’ll be.”

  Cruella kissed Ray’s cheek, then rubbed the lipstick mark off. Should’ve used Tai’s matte. What was I thinking? “I’m sure I’ll have my moments, too, hon. But they are great people, aren’t they? No matter what, that’s an excellent sign.”

  After reassuring Ray that he was not only dressed fine, but had them wanting to cut the evening short so they’d have more time alone, they made their way to the front door of the condo.

  The door flew open and Tai stood before them in a stunning pair of low-cut red leather pants and a cropped, gold lamé tank. He was also rocking the most gorgeous pair of gold ballet flats with rhinestone bows. Cruella tried not to stare, but they were certain they were from Prada’s holiday collection.

  “Merry Christmas, loves! So happy you’re here.” Tai ushered them in.

  Ray offered the bottle that sported green and red curled ribbons on the neck to Tai. “Thank you for having us. Merry Christmas to you too.”

  Tai accepted the gift and gave Ray a hug, winking at Cruella from over his shoulder. Tai let go. “My goodness. You are one hot ticket tonight, Ray.” He regarded Cruella. “You picked out a good one, sugar. Come on, let’s join the rest of the gang. Everyone’s mostly here. Hunter and Tobey are closing up at Kiss of Leather, but they should be along shortly.” Tai waved at a hammered iron, free-standing coat rack already covered with guests’ jackets. “You can leave your jackets there, if you’d like.”

  Ray gave a quick nod. “I’m fine, thanks.”

  Cruella wasn’t about to let their beautiful nineteen-twenties velvet beaded coat be at the mercy of the pile of leather already on the rack. Not after they’d finally paid it off. “I’ll be all right, too.”

  “Then what are we waiting for? Let’s join the party!”

  Cruella laced their fingers with Ray’s and followed Tai into the main area. They held in a gasp at how grand and tastefully done the large and airy condo was. Understated in its modern elegance, it still held touches of warmth and home to it that included the winter floral arrangements, pictures of the men together—as well as a few of Tai’s model portraits—and the grand Christmas tree sparkling with hundreds of tiny white lights and hung with enormous white bows and garlands of silver ribbon.

  They glanced around the room and spotted Neal and Liam over by a long buffet table chatting with Derek and Corey. Cruella tugged on Ray’s hand and they headed in the direction of their friends.

  “Dude! You guys made it.” Neal pulled first Ray then Cruella into a hug.

  They all exchanged greetings, then Derek held up a glass cup. “I recommend the eggnog. And if you guys are hungry, Elliot’s outdone himself. I thought the kid would be sick of cooking, but he claims we’re his guinea pigs for some stuff he wants to try out for the new year.” Derek shrugged. “I don’t know why he bothers. I’ll eat whatever he makes, there hasn’t been a clinker yet.”

  They all traded remarks on the different things that Elliot had made that were their favorites, then they gradually drifted into their own conversations. Corey and Liam sat on the thick, white carpet by the tree and seemed lost in their own world. Derek brought up a new site he’d found that offered custom bullwhips for sale, and he and Neal fell into an intense discussion of the whip attributes they felt were the most significant. Eve
n though Cruella was eager to soak up as much Domination info as they could before they officially began their training, whips were of no interest to them. Or Ray.

  “Come on, hon. Let’s check out the view.”

  The sliding glass door that led to the balcony had been left partially ajar, so they squeezed through.

  “Damn, this is incredible.”

  Ray wrapped an arm around Cruella, tugging them to his side. They were damn glad they’d decided to hang on to their coat.

  He pointed ahead. “Look, I can just about make out the lights in the Village.” Ray made a sweeping gesture with his hand. “All of Westwood, Wilshire, the hills. They’ve got a great place here.”

  Cruella rested their head against Ray’s, reveling in the closeness, the magic of the evening. Then Ray began shifting on his feet again. The average person would assume that Ray was cold or had to pee. Cruella wasn’t the average person and they knew their boy better than anyone else.

  “Talk to me, baby.”

  “Oh, uh, you know…”

  Cruella chuckled. “No, I don’t. That’s why I asked.” They turned in Ray’s embrace then wrapped their arms around his waist. “You want to come for Christmas, don’t you?”

  “Do you think anyone can tell I’m wearing a cage?”

  “Baby? Even if they did, they wouldn’t care. No changing the subject. What’s on your mind?”

  Ray quested beneath their coat and ran his hands up the crushed purple velvet dress they’d been saving to wear for a special occasion. “I love that I can have you with me when I wear the cage and that we have our long weekends together and so on. But it’s not the same as knowing we’re going to wake up in the same bed every morning or fall asleep in each other’s arms every night.” Ray’s eyes glistened in the reflection of the city lights. “I’ve wanted you in my life for so long, angel. The fantasy of you was incredible. But the reality of you is perfection. I never thought I’d say something like this, but I truly believe you were made for me, and I can only hope that you feel I’m good for you, that I’m now the man you deserve. Please live with me. I don’t want another day to go by without you.”