Chapter 25
Twenty-five
Henry
Leaning back, I lower my legs in the water as much as the tub allows me.
It’s bigger than I remember, fitting not only me comfortably but Rafael too.
His nose nudges my neck and he drags the warm, soaked wash cloth up the center of my body.
I wiggle against him, the cage catching on my skin.
My body shakes and my hole clenches when he circles each of my nipples.
“I said I’d get you back, didn’t I?” His words hold a bite to them.
“You did.” I kick forward, spreading my thighs, and my skin grows tight when he goes from squeezing warm water over my hard nub to covering it with cold body wash without warning.
My teeth chatter and I jolt when he lays the warm washcloth over my nipple, the two sensations mixing together, and as the warmth is about to fully take over, a cold silicone object throws my body off.
Hitting the power button, he sends the vibration from the small handheld device through my entire body.
“What do you like about that?”
“All of it,” I say, between my tightening jaws. “The quick switch between hot and cold, the vibration, and then your stroking fingers. All of it.”
“Is someone a fan of sensory play?” His voice is teasing.
“What’s that?” My breaths shift and he shuts off the butt plug, but as I’m relaxing my shoulders, he hits it on again and my body feels like it’s being zapped to life after flatlining.
“Oh, you definitely are, and you have no idea either. Yes, we are going to have so much fun being snowed in together.”
“You really are going to kill me, aren’t you?” My tone is uneven and he stiffens behind me, the vibration stopping again.
“No, baby. I told you already. I’d never allow myself to hurt you that badly. Only enough to make you scream while you’re coming in my arms.”
“Will I cry too?”
“Yes. With a smile on your face before asking me for more.”
My body hums. “Let’s hurry and get to that point, then.”
“We will.”
“And what if it’s too much for me to handle? Not that I think anything you give me could be, but what if it is?”
“Then you can use a safeword,” he says without another beat.
“Can it . . . can it be anything?” I lick the roof of my mouth.
“Sí. Anything. Preferably something you don’t like very much.”
I thrum my fingers against the water, pushing back against him when his hot mouth touches the skin of my neck at the same time as the sweep of cool air. “Mayonnaise.”
He stifles a laugh. “Don’t like the stuff, huh?”
I scrunch my nose. “No. Not at all. Travis used to put it in my sandwiches and burgers no matter how much I asked him not to. He knew I hated it and would keep jars of it in the house anyway. It was like he was trying to change my mind on what he thought was a small thing to try to prepare me for something bigger.”
“The guy’s an idiot. If you don’t like something, then you don’t, and I’ll never try to make you. I also happen to hate mayonnaise, so you definitely don’t have to worry about me ever buying or using it.”
I snort. “It’s awful stuff.”
“That it is. How about we use mayo instead? It’ll be easier to say.”
“Mayo,” I say, testing the word as my lips slowly rub together. “Yeah, that probably would be better. You do have a tendency to make me forget how to breathe.”
He chuckles. “Not always a bad thing, and I forget to do a lot when you’re around.”
“Like?”
He sighs. “That I really, really shouldn’t stay here again, and why it’s such a bad idea.”
“What is it you think you’ll do?”
“I . . . I don’t know. I was told—”
I press my fingers to his lips. “You were told you were dangerous and I was told I wasn’t enough. How about we figure out the truth for ourselves?”
“You’re right. We should do that. And I already know the truth when it comes to you. You’re more than enough. After being with you, I don’t think anyone else ever could be, though.”
My lips tilt. “I can’t even picture myself with anyone else. I don’t want to.”
“Me neither. I want to be the only one consuming your thoughts. The same way you do mine.”
“All of them?”
“Every last one.”
I rub my cheek against his and his lips roll over mine. “Then you’ll need to keep spending the night with me, so I don’t have the chance to think about much else.”
“For how long?” His voice wavers.
“For however long you want us to keep thinking about each other.”
“You do realize that might lead to me kidnapping you and taking you back to my place on the days I can’t stay at your place, right?”
“I was counting on it.” His lips press tightly to mine, his tongue slowly invading my mouth while his body tightens against me. I jerk forward when a light voltage shoots through me, and I’m held hostage by the earthquake inside my body.
“Yeah, no way you’re not enough. You’re fucking everything.” His teeth nibble at my ear and the vibration stops. My body twitches, and I gasp when he drags the cold glass of water he set on the tray next to us across my chest.
The ice swishes in the liquid and he gulps with each swallow, the cubes clinking against his teeth.
It’s not until a sharp coldness comes in contact with my neck, causing my brain to short circuit, that I realize he’s using his mouth to trail the ice over my skin, and I thrash against him.
Then the heat of the water intertwines with the cold, fighting for dominance and pulling me in two different directions.
I allow myself to bounce between the two sensations before leaning all the way into one, so when I go back the other way, I’m swimming in pleasure.
My hole clenches, my cock feeling too big for the cage and my balls growing too heavy for the rest of me.
I want to cry and laugh at the same time.
I want to scream and smile like he said I would.
It happens without him trying for long. Everything good I get from him does.
“Raf,” I rasp. “Fuck, I . . . why do I feel like I could come with the cage on?”
He chuckles deeply, and his now frigid breath sends a chill down my spine. “Because it’s never completely impossible.”
“But you didn’t.”
“No, but we aren’t all extra sensitive and horny like you, Honey. Your body thrives off so much attention, and it’s getting it tenfold right now.”
“I . . . fuck. It’s almost too much.”
“Want to use your safeword?”
“No,” I say between clenched teeth.
“Should I keep going, then?”
I take a moment to think of my answer and smile widely as I say, “No.”
“I’m not hearing the magic word.”
No, and he isn’t going to either. Not anytime soon.
Maybe not ever. I both hate and love this, but the second feeling outweighs the first. My body really does love all this attention.
It’s getting all his too. He uses his finger to move the ice cube down my chest, nearly shocking my body with cold water again.
He goes back and forth. My hole pulsates and desperate sounds crawl up my throat.
Holding me tight, he lifts me slightly out of the water and allows the ice cube to melt through the cage.
My cock is going numb from the cold, and before I can lose sight of my pleasure, he dunks me back in the water.
I scream between grinding teeth and then laugh like a mad man, the cage rubbing over my erection as I roll my hips.
“You’re so beautiful, Honey. You’re so, so beautiful. If only you could see what I see. I may have to put mirrors in every place we sleep together so you can.”
“Yes,” I say, losing all sense of reality when I’m in sensory overload from him lifting me up again to graze my entrance with the ice.
My mouth loses the ability to stay shut, and I don’t know if I’m cold or hot anymore.
All I know is I’m right where I want to be.
On my way to screaming and smiling while coming in his tight embrace.
The orgasm doesn’t last as long with the cage on, and it’s unsatisfying but also pure fucking bliss.
Don’t ask me how those two can go well together at the same time.
I guess some things just do, like ice and hot water.
Like a man who feels like he doesn’t deserve to be happy and one who has never understood why he didn’t get to be.
Because where there are conflicts, there are more directions to go in.
They can be used as a way to grow instead of obstacles.
There is room for creativity. I’ve never felt so damn free to move as I do now, and it’s more possible now than it’s ever been, even while he’s still holding me down.