Chapter Three
The next day, Jonah decided to work from home. He needed to film himself using some of the toys, and besides, he was getting way too distracted at the office.
He flushed as he thought about the fun he’d had with Finley.
The werewolf had managed to make him cum again, of course, then had carried him up to his own rooms to soothe whatever healing balm Ez had found over his skin.
The massage had almost sent Jonah under, and he had the distinct feeling that Finley liked taking care of him that way just about as much as he’d enjoyed taking him apart before.
It also meant that Jonah could sit today, which had been another concern. The worst of the bruising was gone – so at least he wouldn’t have to answer questions about it if he did film anything worth using.
Still, he wanted to try it again. Some time when he’d ask Finley to leave most of the marks. The others would want to leave their own, he was certain. Jonah shivered, then shook his head.
Focus! He was supposed to be working, not daydreaming, and he had Rafe’s toy ready. He’d filmed a video this morning showing how lube went inside it and then was released, but now…
Jonah snorted. He padded through into his bedroom, shoving off his shorts and kicking them under his bed. His camera and lights were all set up already, highlighting the new silk sheets he’d bought with this video in mind. After all, this was a dragon’s dildo; it needed the ornamentation.
He turned the camera on and settled onto the bed, back propped up by the pillows in a way Jonah knew meant his face wouldn’t show. Lazily, he teased his nipples, stroking his cock until he started to get hard.
In his imagination, Rafe was already here, directing the little scene. Jonah knew his dragon would enjoy something like that. He’d have the chance to boss Jonah around – to boss them all around – and he’d leave with a little memento he could show off or hoard at will.
Jonah moaned. He planted his feet on the sheets, tilting his hips so he knew his hole was in view on the camera. He’d already opened himself up, but he squeezed the toy until lube dripped from it and pressed it against his hole.
The flared head pushed inside, and Jonah groaned. He teased one nipple with his free hand as he rocked his hips, each ridge stretching him and making his cock twitch.
Once the toy was halfway in, Jonah turned it on. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned as the ridges began to move, hips jerking when he shifted the toy and it pressed against his prostate.
Little groans escaped him every time he moved, pleasure mounting, but he pushed the toy in further, brushing against his prostate as he tugged it back.
The whole thing was supposed to be hedonistic, decadent, so he kept his movements slow even as he wanted to ram the toy in deep and ride it until he came.
His cock lay neglected against his stomach, so Jonah took hold of it in his free hand, using pre-cum to slick his length as he stroked himself slowly.
Fuck. He was already so close. He was surprised every time that he’d lasted even a second once any of them had touched him – though he supposed they wouldn’t mind that.
Jonah groaned again, arching his neck as he sped the toy up. Pleasant vibrations rippled through his prostate and pelvis, cock throbbing in his hand. Fuck, fuck fuck. His whole body was rolling as he fought for more, deeper, harder…
He stroked himself a little faster, fucking up into his tightened grip before he pushed against the toy again. He was still trying to keep it slow, but he was so close now, and as much as he wanted Rafe to be holding him down, fucking him, this was pretty damn close to the real thing.
Jonah tightened his grip on his cock. His breathing was ragged, interspersed with groans. He wanted Rafe’s hands on him, wanted him to tease, to show him off, to…
“Oh fuck, yes!” Jonah cried out before he came. Cum spurted over his fingers and he moaned as he continued stroking his cock, milking out every last drop. He relaxed back into the bed, breathing hard, and it took him a few seconds to tug the toy free and turn it off.
He climbed off the bed with shaking legs, walking over to turn off the camera. Jonah yawned and stretched, grinning despite himself. He flicked quickly through the footage – it all looked pretty good, and he knew a few edits would tighten it up some.
He yawned again. No time for a nap. He’d shower and get back to work.
***
Jonah climbed out of the shower and scrubbed his hair before he wrapped the towel around his waist. The haziness of his orgasm had worn off and now he was thinking about what else he had to do today.
He could put together some posts of the toys – it might be a good idea to show those to Ez tomorrow and get a release date out of him.
He wandered into the kitchen, intent on getting something to drink before he dressed and got back to work but was distracted by a knock on the door.
Jonah frowned. He wasn’t expecting anyone – or anything. He turned toward his bedroom, about to run in to get a pair of shorts, but whoever it was knocked again. Jonah tightened the towel around his waist. It was probably nothing.
Of course, it wasn’t nothing.
Jonah’s eyebrows rose when he unlocked and opened his flat door to find Rafe standing on the other side of it. Rafe, in turn, looked Jonah over hungrily, eyes lingering on the towel around his waist.
“Am I… interrupting?”
Jonah snorted. “No, I just showered. What – Why are you here?”
Rafe tilted his head to one side. “Am I not allowed to visit?”
Jonah stepped aside to let Rafe in past him. He was dressed impeccably, of course, in a suit that made Jonah’s mouth water. He was also carrying a shopping bag, though Jonah couldn’t see a label on it that told him where it was from.
“I didn’t know you knew where I lived,” Jonah answered, closing the door behind him.
He followed Rafe through into the small living room, where he’d stopped.
As Jonah watched, he lifted his head and breathed in deep.
Jonah flushed. The door to his bedroom was still open, but he knew that Rafe couldn’t see anything from that angle.
But if dragons had a good sense of smell…
“Oh, I did interrupt something.”
“No,” Jonah said patiently. “I told you, I just showered. I was already done.”
He laughed when Rafe pouted, sitting in one of the chairs and crossing one leg over the other. Jonah took a step toward his bedroom.
“Let me just get some clothes on.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean, why?”
“Will it make you more comfortable?”
Yes, Jonah thought, but that wasn’t it.
“I would be more comfortable if you were wearing nothing at all,” Rafe said like he could hear what Jonah was thinking. “And I brought you something that will require you to be wearing even less than what you currently are.”
He held up the bag. Jonah huffed and took a step closer. “Fine. What did you get me?”
Rafe clicked his tongue against his teeth, but his eyes were sparkling. “That’s no way to ask, pretty boy.”
Jonah moved closer. Rafe uncrossed his legs and Jonah stepped between them. He reached for the towel but then decided against it.
When he dropped to his knees, Rafe sucked in a sharp breath. Gold circled his iris.
“What did you get me?”
“My treasure,” Rafe murmured and leaned forward and kissed him.
His hand held the back of Jonah’s head, keeping him in place as he swept his tongue through Jonah’s mouth.
Jonah groaned when his tongue went deeper than it should, his cock twitching beneath the towel despite the very thorough orgasm he’d given himself already.
“Open it,” Rafe said when he pulled back, thrusting the bag against Jonah’s chest.
Jonah laughed. He pulled a thin, square box out of the bag and his throat bobbed as he swallowed. He hadn’t…
He balanced the box on Rafe’s thighs – trying not to stare at the obnoxious bulge in his trousers – and pulled off the lid. Gold and emeralds glittered up at him and Jonah let out a little gasp.
“Rafe, you shouldn’t—”
Rafe’s fingers pressed against his mouth. “Trust me when I say these gifts are as much for me as they are for you,” he said, voice low and husky. “May I?”
Jonah nodded. He stood, dropping the towel, and Rafe shifted forward on the seat.
The collar was thin and light, and fuck, Jonah didn’t know if Rafe had secretly taken his measurements or what, but it fit around his throat perfectly. It was just snug enough that he knew it was there, but not so much that it made him feel suffocated.
Three chains were connected to the collar, and though they looked delicate, Jonah had the feeling they were anything but.
Rafe licked his lips as he fastened the first of two clamps to Jonah’s left nipple.
Jonah’s breath hitched when he attached the second, a small groan escaping him when Rafe tugged.
“So pretty,” Rafe murmured.
He held the object attached to the third chain in his hand. A cock ring. It looked a lot like the one they’d used before, but Jonah knew it was new, designed for him, and his hands trembled when he reached for Rafe’s shoulders.
Rafe turned his head and kissed the inside of Jonah’s wrist. He fastened the ring around the base of Jonah’s cock, which twitched when he ghosted his fingers along the length of it.
Leaning back in his seat, Rafe’s eyes were heavy-lidded.
“Perfect,” he said, and Jonah let out a plaintive sound.
Rafe smiled. “I have some matching cuffs arriving soon. Finley told me about the fun you had yesterday. Ez collects nice toys, but I think you’ll look prettier chained to my bed if everything matches. ”
Jonah couldn’t help it. His cock jerked again, and he moaned, clambering into Rafe’s lap.
Rafe met his frantic kisses with a grin, hands on Jonah’s arse as he took control.
He fucked Jonah’s mouth with his tongue and Jonah melted against him, grinding his cock against Rafe’s stomach to try and get some friction.