Chapter 24
OAKLEY
Hedy doesn’t make us come in tonight for the debrief, though she’ll definitely have more questions in the coming days.
Blake had a phone on him, and since most are water-resistant these days, Jake was able to clone it pretty much immediately.
He’ll have actionable data shortly, but we can shut down for the night.
While we were working out the phone situation, Uncle Anders came by with Maya to let us know that all of us—especially Erik, Papa, and Cupcake—would survive the night.
Usually, a gunshot wound to the chest would require an extensive hospital stay, but Silas had gotten to Erik so quickly—and remembered the thing about the sucking chest wound—that Anders only needed to go in to make a few repairs.
With the serum, Erik will be right as rain in the next day or two.
Maya’s already cracked off the polymer from Ant’s arm, and it’s as good as new. Silas offered to drive him home, but Ant quickly waved him off, saying he just wanted to pick up Erik from Wimberley and be home with his husband.
Dad might have a weird line in his hair for a few months, but the deep graze is already a distant memory, and Papa’s leg is fine, apparently.
I mean… I was a little horrified when Dad grabbed Papa’s ass in front of God and all of creation, but then Anders explained serum boners to me, and I decided I didn’t want to know anymore.
Mostly because Silas was already surreptitiously pressing his cock against my thigh.
Still, I thought I’d have a harder time convincing my fathers that we were okay. As it happens, all I had to do was fake a yawn, and they were gone thirty seconds later.
Funnily enough, Anders has never given the serum to a dog, so he’s keeping Cupcake for the weekend.
Which means I’ve got a sex swing to break in and a murderous, free-use boyfriend to edge until his eyes turn black.
I thrust one last time, unloading everything I have into Silas’s ass.
Silas, who can’t say anything because he’s face down with a ball gag in his mouth, growls.
His hands are cuffed to his ankles, and his ink-covered muscles are straining, glistening in the low light.
The man is stunning when he’s sexually frustrated.
Frustrated, even as he maintains a tight grip on that squeezy ball.
The heavy-duty swing, which came with a wide, flat board sturdy enough to hold even me, is a great addition to the bedroom. After last night, I can safely say that upgrading to leather upholstery on the board and opting for the strategically placed hole was worth every penny.
I pull out and fill Silas with a plug. Because I’m nice, I set the vibration to low.
He makes the most beautiful noises.
I haven’t let him come all morning, and now it’s time to reward him for his patience.
Grabbing the lube from the floor, I pour a little into my hand and lie on the bed, settling under the platform.
His swollen balls and ruddy, dripping dick, which I’ve kept hard and unsatisfied with a cock ring, are sticking out through the hole at the bottom, ready to be milked whenever I get the urge.
Side note: Positioning the swing over the bed was a stroke of genius, if I do say so myself. I was super comfortable this morning as I gently nursed on his cockhead while catching up on social media.
I’m pretty sure he’s envisioning how he’ll kill me once I free him.
New kink unlocked.
I gently release his raging erection from the cock ring. My mouth waters.
Rising to my knees, I unbuckle and remove his gag.
His eyes are that murderous black, and he takes a moment to lick his lips.
“I’m going to release you from your restraints. Remember, if you kill me, I can’t make you come.”
A dark rumble emanates from his chest, but he dips his chin in agreement. I reach down and stroke his cock, a preview. I then carefully uncouple his hands from his feet.
“Fuck you,” he whines, letting his limbs drop as the swing shifts.
“Oh please. You’ve been in that reverse hogtie maybe ten minutes.”
He tries to get up, forgetting that his thighs and torso are bound to the padded board with Shibari rope.
I lift a brow.
“Please,” he begs.
I slip under him and take his cock into my mouth, this time with purpose.
I know he’s got a huge load of cum in those aching balls, and I want every single drop.
I go to town, gripping the sides of the board to swing him up and back, allowing him to fuck my mouth.
He cries out, and seconds later, stiffens.
Then nearly drowns me in the good stuff.
I greedily swallow as much as I can. Like a frat boy in a keg stand, though, cum streams down my beard and neck. My spent cock jerks from the debauchery of it all. A few more sucks, and then he’s begging me to stop. Only then do I pull away.
“So good for me,” I whisper, lightly kneading his balls, taking the last drop of cum from him with the tip of my tongue.
He shivers, and I reach for the remote control. He starts begging.
“No, no. Please. It’s too much.”
Says the guy who doesn’t like that consensual non-consent bullshit.
I check, and he’s still holding his ball in a death grip.
Chuckling to myself, I increase the vibration on his plug. I lie back and stroke myself, enjoying the show as he swings above me, twitching and writhing from overstimulation.
I lazily mouth the head of his cock, giving it the lightest little suck.
“Please. Stop.” He keens, knocking his forehead against the padded platform. “Wait. No. Don’t. Don’t stop.”
I pull back, and he lets out a stream of profanities. Only when he’s gone quiet do I resume my gentle attention to his cockhead. He whimpers, and I reward him with another bump of vibration while I take his entire overwrought cock into my mouth and suck until he shouts.
It’s more cum than I anticipated. Mm.
I untie him, unplug him, and settle him gently against the pillows before putting away the swing.
He’s drifting, exactly where I want him.
Stalking to the bed, naked, I feel like a god.
He holds out his hands to me, still greedy, and I lean in and scoot him toward the edge of the bed, where I pick him up, my arms under his tight ass as he wraps his legs around me.
“Shower, then sleep,” I murmur, knowing he needs the come down.
He has salt lamps in the bathroom, but I leave them off in favor of a dim nightlight plugged in over the sink.
It’s funny how my eyes have adjusted.
I hold him as the water heats, admiring his strong body in the mirror.
I’m still holding him as I step into the shower.
He’s deadweight, slumped against me while I sway under the falling water.
Slowly, he comes around and slides to his feet.
I keep a firm grip on him, letting him lean into my body, his hands worshipping the sides of my belly before drifting back to grip my round ass.
Knowing that he views my body as home, as safety, fills me with pride.
He noses my chest, gently sucking on my nipple.
It’s not sexual, exactly, more for comfort.
Still, my cock plumps, the sensation pleasant as I run my hands up and down his muscled, inked back.
Slowly, he comes out of that in-between state, his eyes still slightly dazed as he looks up at me.
“Thank you,” he says with a soft smile.
I kiss him, and we stand there, hands roaming over wet skin, making out.
“I really pushed it with you this time. Did you like it?”
He pushes his forehead between my pecs, nodding.
“It means everything to me that you trust me like this.”
He looks up, his eyes glittering black like the night sky. “It’s because we trust each other equally.”
“That’s not the only thing we share,” I say, unable to hold back the words that have been filling the space between us. “I love you, Sy. I love everything about you, bright and dark.”
Black swirls into silver blue. Tears hide themselves in the water droplets on his face.
“Do you mean that?”
“Something about you has always felt undeniable to me. I couldn’t wait to be old enough to ask you to join us. Something about you has always called to something in me.” I kiss him softly. “So yes, I very much mean it. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, and I never will again.”
“You have to know how much I love you,” he whispers, his voice cracking. “I know I’ve said it before, but somehow, it’s even more.”
“I think that’s the way it is between us.” I pause to kiss him. Deep, slow. “This isn’t a weak sort of love. It’s built on respect, on honoring everything you are and everything I am.”
“And it didn’t hurt that I ripped that guy’s head off for you, right?” he asks, a devil smile accompanying darkened eyes.
“No, it didn’t.” I push wet hair off his forehead. “As a psychologist, I do have to mention that sexual healing isn’t the only kind of therapy you might need.”
Sy kisses my chin and rolls his eyes. “Indaja has already texted me.” He absentmindedly thumbs my nipple. “Maybe a session with the horses too?”
“A session with the horses? Like when you were a kid?”
“Yeah,” he answers, letting his hand drift to my semi. “It’s not the same without Blue, but it can still help.”
He noses my nipple again and fingers my loose foreskin.
I press my lips to his wet temple. “We’ll go tomorrow.”
He murmurs his agreement, focused now on touching our cocks together.
“Seriously?” I ask, amused.
Water drips off his chin. He lifts a shoulder and then slips my foreskin over his cockhead. “You said you loved me.”
His breathing becomes shallow as he presses his cockhead against my sensitive cockhead and works the skin between us. I move us out of the direct range of the water.
I pull back and let out a line of spit, catching it in my foreskin, spreading it around before adding another line. Sy bites his lip and takes over again, grunting when the lubricated skin slides over his sensitive head.
“I saw this once in porn.” He tightens his grip. “Wasn’t sure it would feel as good as it looked.”
I gasp.
“And now?”
“It might be my favorite thing in the world.” His chest rises and falls rapidly. “Might hafta kill someone.”
“W-what?”
He lets his head fall back as he strokes us. “Sometimes, when something feels good or tastes good…I need to kill something after. Sex with you is so good that I almost never need it, but this…ah, fuck…this might be too good.”
Given my years of training, that should disturb me.
Or at least not make me harder.
“Show me,” I command. “I wanna see.”
He holds my gaze for a moment, mouth open as he slips my foreskin back and forth. Dropping his chin, he growls low in his chest, tightening his grip. Almost too tight. Perfect. His dark energy is palpable.
I grip his throat and shove him back against the chilly tiles. Grasping my arm with one hand, he keeps stroking. His ragged inhale makes a squealing sound, barely able to pull in any oxygen. His coal-black eyes meet mine.
And for a split second, I see it.
He wants to kill. So badly he can taste it.
He comes, curling his lip, stroking me hard against his cockhead as violent thoughts play out in that flat stare.
He could kill me if he didn’t love me so goddamned much.
“God, I fucking love you,” I say, unloading in that tight pocket of nerve-rich skin, doubling the pleasure.
His eyes instantly turn silver and so full of love it makes me ache.
I let go of his throat as he releases our joined cocks, kissing him even as he sucks in oxygen. “I love you so much,” I whisper against his parted lips, then dive in again, wrapping him in my arms, pulling him tight against my body.
“Oakley,” he sobs between kisses. “Oakley.”
“I need every part of you,” I gasp. “Light and dark. Give me all of it. Never hold back.”
“I won’t. I won’t hold back.” He kisses my cheek. “I’ll never hurt you. But I’ll give you everything.”
“Even when you want to?” I ask, pressing my cock against his. “Even when you want to see the life drain out of my eyes?”
“Everything.”
I huff out a laugh, kiss his forehead.
“What?” he asks, sucking on my neck.
God, I’m so fucked in the head.
“I was just thinking.” I inhale a ragged breath. Exhale. “You like being edged, both with sex and murder.”
He pulls back, thoughtful. “Would you be willing to edge me in that way? Like…if you knew I’d hafta find someone to murder after?”
“You mean, would I be willing to drive you to that edge and send you out into the world, ready to kill some bad guy you’ve got on a list?”
His eyes blacken.
“Do you have someone on your list now? Maybe someone in the dungeon?”
He slowly dips his chin. “He’s a really bad man.”
I reach for his throat and his spent, overused cock at the same time, squeezing both so tightly that his lips part, searching for oxygen.
“Then go get him, baby.”