Chapter 30 - Reed
REED
The cold hook invades my ass. It’s exactly what I deserve for toying with Dax the way I did. When he welcomed me to the dark side six months ago, I bet he didn’t imagine I’d take it so far.
Or maybe he did, judging by the Astro Invader outfit he has me clad in as he tortures my hole.
The weight of the steel ball presses on my prostate, making my already full cock tremor.
Using the rope rig above me, Dax pulls, the hook rises, and it’s as if I’m going to be hoisted like a piece of meat in a butcher shop window.
The resistance of the weight of my body and the ropes around my arms and legs creates a tensile opposition that makes me cry out.
Small tugs turn to harder ones. Longer ones. The cool metal turns iron-poker hot as it maneuvers inside me. Dax wrenches me up and down by my ass. I’m powerless in my position, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. I throb for him.
“Had enough, Astro?” Dax asks after some time.
My vision sharpens as he slowly removes the hook from my ass. My lungs return to full capacity. Even so, I know better than to answer him.
“Last I saw you,” he says, putting the hook aside, “we made a bet. Whoever found the safe got to top the other. Now that I’ve opened you up, I think it’s time to cash in.”
He darkly chuckles at his own bad pun, and damn, I find his cheesy sense of humor as lovable as his ruthless sexuality.
In his own time, he rubs the underside of his cock between my cheeks.
Every time the pressure on my hole is strong, I moan for him, pushing out in anticipation.
I make it clear that I can’t stand the waiting much longer.
He could’ve poured gallons of hot wax on me.
He could’ve flogged me a million and one times.
He could’ve hung me from the ceiling like a chandelier.
All that, I could’ve endured. But this, the exquisite torture of denial, is driving me to the brink.
“Fuck me already! I need you,” I shout at my breaking point. “Please, Dax. Please.”
Dax lets out three clicking sounds with his tongue. “Oh, Astro, I don’t take orders. I give them. Now you’re really going to get it.”
He picks up the abandoned leash from earlier and twines it around his hand.
While I’m distracted, he plunges all his dick inside me.
I cry out from the slick, sloppy force. The sound rising in my throat gets cut off by Dax yanking on the leash.
My mouth clamps closed. I breathe through my nose and take his relentless pounding.
My hole heats from the constant push and retreat of his cock plowing and plundering me.
My riches are his riches. My body is his body.
Nothing else matters but us merging like this, maybe even on an atomic level.
“This hole, boy.” Dax groans. “Fuck it’s so silky. Warm and deep. You fit me perfectly. Like a glove. Every inch of me. I want to live like this. Buried inside you. All damn day. Would you like that?”
I nod as I rock forward and forward and forward on the bench. His body slamming into mine is bliss.
“You can use your words, baby,” he says, then repeats himself.
“Yes, Daddy. I’d like that,” I say.
“First things first, I have to claim you as mine,” he says. A guttural grunt tells me he’s not going to last much longer if I keep clenching like I am. “I’m going to breed you, boy. Then the whole world will know that this is my hole. That you are mine. All fucking mine.”
My head spins as Dax speeds up even more. The grind of my own cock against the padding beneath me builds my own pressure to orgasm.
Soon enough, through an ear-splitting howl, Dax unloads deep inside me. Ropes of cum shoot from his pulsating cock, coating my inner walls. The rippling sensation tips me over the edge and—hands-free—I blow inside my super suit.
Dax collapses on top of me. A sweaty, heavy heap. Still nestled inside me.
We belong like this.
“Welcome home,” Dax says through his pants.
Once he unties me and cleans us up, even though we’re still red-faced and gasping, he holds me close to his chest on a leather couch in the corner.
“When we get our energy back,” he says, “I need to give you the grand tour.”
“Don’t bother. I don’t think I’ll ever want to leave this room,” I say.
“You’ll have to eat sometime,” he says. “And don’t forget your beauty sleep.”
“This place is amazing. You did all this?” I ask.
“I did.”
I look around again. Our own personal pleasure room. Our own villa to nest in. I think back on all the running, the fear, and the discoveries. It all feels like background noise to this. Our two hearts beating in sync, safe together. “I never want to leave here,” I say.
“If we’re lucky, we won’t ever have to,” he says.
I inch up and kiss him. “We already are lucky. We found each other.”
A thought passes over his expression. He shifts me off him so he can stand. I groan, not wanting even a centimeter of space between us after so much time apart. “Where are you going?”
Still naked, he opens his closet of curiosities again. He pulls down a small black box from the back corner of an upper shelf. He stares at it for a moment before he returns to the couch.
He slings his free arm behind me and lets me curl back up beside him. His hairy, masculine armpit has a musky scent to it that I find heavenly. His pheromones are my new favorite cologne.
“While you were away, I got you a little something,” he says.
The box looks suspiciously like it’s for jewelry.
A bit too big to be a ring, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t one inside.
Part of me expects him to drop down on one knee, but that’s not the Dom move.
“It’s just a little something. Because…because I love you, Reed. ”
“I love you too, Dax,” I say, a pure puddle of emotion. I accept the box with shaky, grateful hands.
“Go on,” he says, smiling at me. “Open it.”
Cushioned inside is no diamond ring. No Kashmir sapphire, ruby, or emerald.
Bedded on the velvet plush is a gilded cock cage.
It has a come-through tip and two graduated rings to choose from.
A small, shiny key rests beside it. Maybe it’s ridiculous, but the gesture makes my heart run away from me. It’s both filthy and romantic.
I chuckle to myself.
“What?” Dax asks.
“Nothing,” I say. “I was almost expecting a proposal.”
Dax’s cheeks tinge scarlet. Confused, I look back at the gift. In the top of the box, Dax tucked a handwritten note. All it says is: Be mine forever?
This shouldn’t bring tears to my eyes, but it does.
I’ve never had a partner or a true family, and here Dax Sharp is, laying the groundwork for a real life together—under assumed names, of course. But no relationship is perfect.
I kiss him again, harder this time. “Yes, Dax. I’ll be yours. I already am.”
He nips my bottom lip. “That’s what I hoped you’d say. I didn’t want to have to wear you down.”
“But you would’ve. You know you would’ve,” I say with a smirk.
“I am an expert at coaxing out what I want from you,” he says.
I pull the cage out. “Is this real?”
“Eighteen karats gold-plated stainless steel,” he says. “Only the best for my boy, so you know that I’m committed to this. To building a life together away from the trauma of our pasts. Just being our best selves here in this beautiful country.”
I float outside my body, flying high on a deluge of feelings. “You know it’s customary when a man proposes that he puts the ring on his partner,” I say, picking up the cock ring that looks to be about my size.
With some lube, Dax puts the ring around my entire package and then pulls my flaccid, spent dick through the cage. He uses the key to lock it in place. The cold metal takes some getting used to and the weight pulls my shaft down.
Dax threads the key onto a chain around his neck.
Even in the dim reddish light of the room, the gold glitters as brightly as our future together.