Chapter 12
The rest of the holiday passed in a blur.
They spent a lot of time in their rooms. Not all the time—this was technically Max’s holiday, after all. There were many breakfasts and dinners had with all of them, many games of chess, and movies, and days lazing on the beach.
But whenever Max was busy, either with Daphne or off on his own excursions, they retreated to their room.
“We could just stay here,” Noah suggested on the day they were booked to fly back. “You could get a tan. I could sell seashells.”
Benji laughed. “You just want more excuses to rub sunscreen on my back.”
“Mmm. Good point.” Noah kissed him, long and deep and wet.
His hand drifted up Benji’s bare body until he reached the collar Benji had been wearing anytime they were alone.
He didn’t want to ask, Noah could tell. But he would keep looking expectantly at the box until Noah suggested he put it on for him.
“You have a job, Mr. CEO,” Benji pointed out when Noah finally drew back. “I hear those calls, you know. They need their big guy back.”
“We could extend the trip,” Noah suggested. “We could have the wedding here.”
Benji laughed. “Like hell. You want to plan shit. All the right foods and the perfect venue and—and—perfect flowers, I don’t know.”
Noah pulled gently on the heart-shaped ring attached to his collar. When he’d ordered it, he had worried it would look gaudy. But there was nothing gaudy about the way it lay against Benji’s throat, shining in the soft morning light.
“You deserve perfect,” Noah told him, then paused. “You’d want something small.”
Benji blinked, taken aback. “I mean… kind of, yeah. You know I hate it when lots of people are looking at me. But if you want a big one—”
“We can have a small one,” Noah said. “I always pictured I’d have something big, but… there’s something calming about the idea of having a small group. Just the important people.”
He climbed on top of Benji, watching Benji grin and bite his lip.
“But I’m still getting the perfect place,” he continued, voice low. “Perfect flowers. Perfect clothes…”
Benji shivered as Noah pressed a finger underneath his collar. It could barely fit, and Noah watched his skin dent around it.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to get away with the collar at the wedding,” Benji said breathily.
“You could hide it under a bow-tie,” Noah suggested.
He untucked his finger from the collar and trailed it thoughtfully down Benji’s collarbone.
“I have something else to give you,” he said. “Are you hard?”
Benji blinked and looked down at his naked body, where Noah was touching his chest.
“Uh,” he said, and laughed. “Not yet?”
Noah hummed and stood. “Stay that way.”
Benji made a noise of complaint, leaning over to watch Noah rummage through his suitcase. “I don’t know. You’re getting me pretty excited—”
He cut off, his cheeks going pink as Noah’s words sank in.
Noah smiled. “Figured it out yet?”
Benji nodded, his eyes stuck on Noah’s hand as it emerged from the suitcase holding a chastity cage.
“Hold still,” Noah instructed. “And do not get hard.”
“Easy for you to say,” Benij said thinly. He propped himself up on his elbows, watching as Noah slipped the cage over his shaft and then fastened the base ring behind his balls. He twisted the tiny key in the equally tiny lock and placed the key on the nightstand.
Noah sat back, admiring his work: Benji splayed out on his bed, naked save for a cock cage and his collar.
“Huh.” Benji shifted, testing the feel. He touched the tip of the cage, pressing through the gaps to touch his soft cock. “It fits perfectly.”
“Custom-made,” Noah said. “Like your collar.”
“Really?” Benji laughed, flushing harder. “Wow. You really do spoil me.”
Noah didn’t respond. A hot, possessive feeling was curling through him as he admired the view.
He had meant the chastity cage to be something fun to try on their trip.
But now he couldn’t stop thinking about Benji wearing it on their wedding day.
Couldn’t stop thinking about covering him with things they could hide under Benji’s suit.
Bruises, collars, plugs—everything to mark Benji as his.
“I want you to wear this,” Noah heard himself say. “Until the wedding.”
Benji stared up at him, mouth open. “Seriously? We haven’t even set a date.”
“One month from now,” Noah decided. “Can you do that for me?”
Benji looked down at the cage, swallowing hard. Noah did not doubt that if he didn’t have that cage around him, he would be getting hard without Noah even having to touch him.
“If this is just to make sure I’m not jerking off,” Benji started jokingly.
Noah shook his head. “I know you’re not. I just think it’d be a nice reminder.”
Benji bit his lip. His cheeks were still pink, the flush spreading down his chest. His eyes were half-lidded, and Noah could see what he was imagining: wearing this cage under his clothes, feeling it brush against his boxers every day.
“Can I take it off to pee?” Benij asked. “Or sleep? Or shower?”
“Yes to anything in a bathroom,” Noah said. “But I want you to wear it when you’re asleep. Can’t have you waking up hard.”
Benji’s throat clicked. “So… so I can only get hard if you tell me?”
Noah nodded. It was a step further than anything they’d done before. Benji could still get hard before this, even if he wasn’t allowed to come until Noah allowed it.
Benji’s eyelids fluttered. His breathing was heavy, his flushed chest rising and falling as a giddy smile broke out over his face.
“What about when we fuck?” he asked.
“I’m glad you asked.” Noah leaned down and closed his teeth around Benji’s nipple. He waited for Benji to arch up into it, then slid his hand down to cover the chastity cage.
Benji’s breath hitched on a giggle. “Shit, that’s so weird. Like… everything is there. Like, my heart’s speeding up. I’m sweating. I should be hard as fuck. But I’m still soft.”
“Does it feel good?” Noah asked.
Benji nodded eagerly. Then he paused. “You’re going to let me get hard at some point, right? You’ll let me come? It’s a month away.”
“Sometimes,” Noah promised. “If you’re good.”
Benji groaned, throwing his head back into the pillow. But he was grinning as he squirmed against Noah’s hands.
“You crazy shit,” Benji said. “Why did I sign up to this for the rest of my life?”
Rest of my life, Noah thought, the words repeating in a giddy loop. He couldn’t believe he had Benji under him, so radiant and happy as he let Noah give him everything he could take.
Noah grabbed Benji’s legs and hauled Benji into his lap. He ground his hardening cock into the crease of Benji’s thigh, right next to the metal ring of the cage.
“Because you know how good I’ll make you feel,” Noah said. “Even if I don’t let you come.”
Benji pushed up into his touch. “Are you gonna fuck me with the cage on?”
“Cage,” Noah agreed. “Collar. Thinking of plugging you up after. Using you whenever I want.”
Benji’s mouth fell open. For a moment, he looked so struck dumb that Noah thought back to the first few weeks of their relationship, when Benji was stunned by every one of Noah’s dirty suggestions.
Then Benji’s jaw clicked shut, and his lips spread in an eager grin. “Can we put that in our marriage vows?”
Noah loved him so much it hurt.
“We’ll look into it,” he promised, then slid into him.
After, Noah plugged him up.
“I’ll have you like this at the wedding,” he promised as he nestled the plug into place between Benji’s shaking thighs. “Stretched and ready for me. Still wet with my come. You’ll say your vows with this inside you. My collar, hiding under a bowtie. My cage around your cock.”
Benji moaned weakly. His hips jerked, like he was still chasing his own orgasm.
Noah turned him onto his back. Benji’s soft cock flopped between his legs, still confined with metal.
“Okay?” Noah asked, rubbing his thighs.
Benji nodded. His eyes were glazed, like he really had come his brains out.
“Different,” Benji said. “But… good. Holy shit. I didn’t know it could feel so good without getting hard. That was intense.”
A flurry of knocking made them both look up.
“Last dinner,” Max yelled. “It’s last dinnertime!”
“You make it sound like we’re gonna get taken behind the resort and shot,” Benji called back. “There will be other dinners!”
“Not in Bali!” Max yelled. “Get up, get up, get up!”
Daphne joined in, eager as ever to help Max irritate his brother.
“Give us five minutes,” Noah told them.
Benji was lying motionless on the bed, watching Noah in a way that let him know exactly what he wanted.
Noah picked him up, feeling Benji snicker into his chest as Noah placed him on his feet on the carpet.
“Sure, you’re ready to go back?” Noah asked, stroking his hair back from his forehead. “You don’t have to go back to school for weeks.”
Benji gave him a conflicted look that meant he really had been listening in on Noah’s phone conversations with his increasingly stressed colleagues, who were all very happy about his recent engagement but would like their brand new CEO to come back ASAP.
“We gotta get back to real life,” Benji said. He turned like he was going to grab his pants off the floor, then paused. “You haven’t heard anything else from Mikey, right?”
“Not since he left.” Noah had received several photos of Michael at the local airport.
As far as he knew, Michael was back home, getting thrown out of bars.
His latest paparazzi snap—which Noah determinedly kept out of the gossip rags—was of him throwing up in the gutter in front of the Stern Industries building two nights ago.
“But your dad is doing more interviews,” Noah continued reluctantly. “We’ll have to fix this.”
Benji sighed, pulling up his boxers gingerly over the chastity cage and the plug. “I can do one interview. If you’re with me.”
“You got it.” Noah dressed quickly, all too aware of Daphne and Max chattering in the hallway.
Benji pulled on his shoes and started for the door.
Noah stepped in front of him. “Baby.”
Benji looked at him expectantly.
Noah waited. When Benji just raised his eyebrows, Noah reached up and tugged gently on the collar ring. “Forgetting something?”
“Oh shit.” Benji winced, extending his neck. “Take it off for me?”
Noah undid the buckle. So far, Benji had gotten Noah to not only put it on but also take it off. It made Noah proud and possessive every time.
Benji gave the collar a forlorn look as Noah placed it in its case.
“I’ll put it back on you later,” Noah promised.