Chapter 45
He had to pry me off his lap to watch the rest of the fireworks, though he settled me right back down between his thighs, my back to his chest, and held me close as the sky burst overhead.
After the grand finale, we sat in the darkness, waiting for the smoke to slowly clear.
Only once I pulled on my boxers did we climb out of the truck bed and head toward the entrance of our…
tent? It looks more like something out of a safari, and even from outside, I can feel the heat spilling from it.
It’s freezing out here. If not for the blankets and Keo’s body heat, I’d have suffered through the show.
I know these setups are for glamping—I’ve never done it before tonight, and honestly, I’ll take the comfort.
Especially since he hinted at more than just that hand job.
I’m not exactly eager to fuck on the hard ground.
Keo reaches for the door handle but pauses.
“We’ve talked a lot about consent and our limits, Ayden.”
My heart drops straight into my balls. “We have.”
“That includes tonight. And the rest of our lives. Even old and gray—if I grab your balls too tight—” I snort before I can stop myself. “—you tell me to stop.”
“I know… Why do you bring that up now?”
His chuckle is low, dark, and sexy as hell. It vibrates through me like a hum straight down my cock.
“This isn’t just a normal camping trip, sunshine.”
He pushes the door open, and heat immediately rolls over me. Not just from the fire glowing in the stove—definitely not wood-burning, since there’s no smoke—but from what’s inside.
Holy fuck.
There’s a sturdy wooden bed frame, thick beams reinforced with metal railings, perfect for restraints. Chains and rings are attached to the upper frame, leaving no question about their purpose.
Beside the bed sits a dresser drawer, its surface covered in ropes, bottles of lube, and toys. I recognize one of them instantly, causing my pulse to spike.
Across the room hangs whips, floggers, and implements I can’t even identify. They look intimidating… maybe even painful.
“You talked about wanting to try being bound, and that’s all this is.” Keo circles in front of me, his demeanor calm and grounding. I lift my chin, forcing myself to focus only on him. “Each tent has a different theme. Only one had bondage.”
I swallow hard and glance up at the beams overhead. A metal chain dangles from the center of the ceiling, cuffs hanging at just the right height for wrists to slip through.
“Say something.”
“Oh.” I clear my throat quickly. “Wow. I didn’t even know places like this existed.”
“You’d be surprised what you find when you Google ‘kink retreats’.” His hand comes to my jaw, thumb dragging across my lips. His gaze doesn’t waver. “We don’t have to touch any of it. Totally up to you.”
Wetting my lips, I smile. “I feel like you already know me… and what I like.”
He nods steadily. “I do.”
“And…” My chest tightens, anticipation replacing nerves. “I do want to try some of this.”
“Mhmm.” His fingers trail slowly down my neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake, before he presses a kiss right against the spot that makes my balls ache.
I stifle a moan as his hands move to my waist. “And I want to do it, just… no degradation. That will never change.”
“Ayden,” he murmurs against my skin, voice low and reverent.
“I love watching you fold when I praise you.” The filthy sound that escapes me is impossible to contain when his hands slip under my boxers and grip my ass.
“As I said before, you deserve to be treated like a prince. My fucking prince. Nothing but praise, sunshine.”
“I like the sound of that.”
He rises to his full height, grinning down at me. “Is that a yes?”
I nod. “Yes. I trust you.”
The groan he lets out melts into my mouth as he kisses me, hard and deep.
His passion leaves my stomach in knots, my chest on fire.
Every part of me aches for what Keo is about to give, but beneath the heat, my heart feels safe and cherished.
This isn’t just about pleasure. It’s so much more.
It’s about being seen, protected, wanted.
My shirt is tugged up, and we break apart just long enough for him to strip it off. I fumble at his belt, eager, but he catches my wrists.
“No, no. I’ve got it,” he breathes against my lips.
My boxers drop to the floor with a tug of his fingers, and I kick them off. His hand curls around the back of my head, dragging me into another bruising kiss as he guides us further into the room.
We stop, and then gentle pressure lands on my shoulders. “On your knees for me.”
I sink instantly. The cushioned floor surprises me, softer than I expected. It’s almost like I’m kneeling on a thin mattress.
Keo strips—jacket, sweater, shirt—all discarded with deliberate ease. His body is everything. Broad shoulders, carved chest, muscles shifting under skin inked with tattoos. Even the flex of his veins when he works his belt buckle makes my throat dry.
He leaves his pants open, hanging low and teasing. It instantly has my mouth watering.
“The way you eye-fuck me, sunshine,” he says, a dark amusement in his voice. “It’s a wonder I have any patience to just admire you.”
Praise kink: activated.
“Close your thighs,” he commands softly, “and put your cock where I can see it. Please.”
The moment I wrap my hand around myself, the ache spikes—every nerve screaming for friction, for release. I’m so turned on it’s unbearable, doesn’t matter I just came thirty or so minutes ago.
“Does my good boy want to suck my cock?”
I nod, and dare I say it’s a desperate, eager one.
He toes off his shoes, kicks them aside, and peels down his pants and boxers in one motion.
But instead of stepping toward me, he turns, walking to the dresser.
My eyes lock onto the sculpt of his back, the dimples in his ass, the strong flex of his thighs.
I bite down hard on my lip, helplessly drooling over every inch of him.
He stops, collecting a few things from the top of the dresser. The black coil of rope is obvious. The other smaller items glint in his hand, and I’m staring so hard at them, I don’t even glance at his cock.
When he strides back, my head tilts up automatically. He pauses, staring at me with that heavy gaze before bending down. His voice is low and sultry. “The way you look at me has my dick so fucking hard. I hope I stare at you half as worshipfully as you do me.”
“You do…” My words come out shaky with want.
The moment he’s behind me, his hands are already pulling mine back, tying my wrists together with practiced precision.
The rope bites just enough to remind me it’s there; snug but safe.
It winds up toward my elbow but doesn’t go further than that.
When he finishes, I hear the pop of a cap, then the wet sound of lube being squeezed out.
“Lean forward, sunshine.”
I obey, lowering down as he steadies me, my cheek pressing to the cushioned floor.
“Again—fuck me. It’s so hard not to just lather my cock and sink into your ass right now. I’m a desperate man.”
Cool slickness spreads over my hole, his fingers working it in. The sound that rips from my throat is strained. The first push in of the butt plug makes me shiver, and when the pinch comes, I think it’s all the way in. But oh am I wrong. A second stretch comes. Wider. Filling me deeper.
A moan spills past closed lips.
“O-Oh… Keo…”
The same thing happens again, thicker than before, stretching me wider until I’m gasping. One last push, deeper still, and I’m pretty sure I’m drooling.
He doesn’t tell me to move. Instead, his arm hooks around my collar, dragging me upright and flush against his chest. My stomach knots tight, a lust-drenched sound tearing free before I can stop it. The sensation of whatever toy is inside me has my thighs flexing and heat building up my face.
Cold liquid trails over my cock, and I shiver.
“I’m also a greedy, obsessed man for you.” His hand, warm and slick, closes around me, stroking agonizingly slow. “As if you could have ever imagined I’d share you with anyone. Man or woman. If they touched what’s mine, they’d better believe in a god, because they’d be meeting them.”
If I hadn’t come already tonight, that alone would’ve undone me. I fucking love his obsession.
I jerk forward with a sharp intake of air, not out of pain, but surprise. Another sensation—tight and unfamiliar—squeezes around the base of my cock. I glance down just as the pressure spreads, wrapping around my balls too. When his hand moves, I can see a silicone ring around me.
“You want to only be mine?”
“Y-Yes…” I pant.
His tongue flicks across my ear, teeth catching the lobe before dragging down my neck. “Good. There was never another option. Just wanted to hear you say it.”
“And… you’re only mine,” I pant, my body twitching with each slow twist of his wrist around my head.
“Damn right I am.”
He stands, leaving me trembling but not abandoned. When his hand takes my chin, I open my mouth without thought. His thumb draws down my lips, parting them wider.
“My good fucking boy,” he croons.
Then he’s sliding his cock into my mouth, the bar pressing against my tongue as precum coats my taste buds. I moan around him, feral to swallow every drop.
His fingers knot in my hair, guiding me as his hips roll forward, fucking my throat at a slow, deliberate pace.
For the first time, I tug at my bound wrists. I want to touch him, trace the hard lines of his thighs, and anchor myself to his strength. But the rope holds, and instead of frustration, it fills me with a dizzying sense of euphoria. My cock throbs, balls tight and aching.
I love this.
Suddenly, a vibration pulses deep in my ass. Another follows, snug and insistent, right around my cock. I choke on a moan, swallowing around his head.
“Fuuuuck, Ayden. That’s it.” His grip tightens, his thrusts rougher now, more demanding.