Chapter 16 #2
The book finally recaptures my attention as things unfold into another sex scene, and I force myself to tear my gaze away, looking at the blank canvas instead.
I’m trying so hard not to picture Mason as the character running through the woods, delighted that the other man is chasing him, but it’s hard not to when that sounds exactly like something he’d suggest doing.
Fuck, why is the thought of chasing him so hot? Of him running away, panting, screaming even. It wouldn’t last long; I’m taller, more athletic, I’d catch him and pin him down easily, and then I could… shit. What the fuck am I thinking?
I can’t help it. I look back at him and realize his hands have shifted lower, and they’re teasing his waistband, slowly pushing it down.
His eyes are closed now, so he can’t see me staring at him.
I should probably scold him, reinforce what I said earlier about there being no need to do this in front of me, but it’s like I’ve completely forgotten how to speak as he pushes his pants down to his knees in one swift motion.
I audibly gulp as I realize he’s already rock hard. His swollen cock is straining toward his abdomen, and his fingers quickly wrap around his base, squeezing before shifting up to smear around the precum already collecting at the tip.
My dick is hard as granite now, and I can’t pretend like it’s not because of him. Honestly, I don’t really give a shit what that means about my sexuality. I’m obviously attracted to him.
He spits in his hand before moving it back to his dick, slowly stroking up and down his shaft before he suddenly speaks. “I feel you watching me. Do you like what you see, Zane?”
I startle, and my mouth falls open, nothing coming out, as he opens his eyes to stare right at me. I shake my head in denial, but his smile only grows.
“You can deny it all you’d like, but those sweatpants aren’t hiding a thing. Are you even wearing underwear? I can see the whole outline of your hard cock.”
“I don’t… I’m not…” I mumble because the truth is too much for me to admit to him right now when all I can focus on is him naked in front of me.
He thrusts his hips up into his fist and lets out an obnoxious moan.
“Nothing is chaining you down here, Zane. Go ahead and leave if you hate it so much.” I quickly stand to do just that, embarrassed by how well he’s reading me.
But then he continues talking. “Or you can stay. Even join in if you’d like.
I’m still not convinced you’ve earned back the right to actually fuck me, but I think we could still jerk off in front of each other. Nothing wrong with that.”
Heat pools low in my gut at the idea, but I hate feeling like he somehow has all the power right now despite being the one chained up, so I try to stay strong in my denial as I respond. “Fuck you. I’m not jerking off with you.”
He rolls his eyes playfully, still smirking in that infuriating way. “Okay, so don’t get off ‘with me.’ I’ll be over here, and you can stay over there. Unless you want to ignore that massive erection, but that just looks painful.”
It really is. Fuck, I wish I could shove it in his mouth and get him to stop tempting me.
But that’s not an option anymore, so I can’t.
I feel like I’m frozen in place. I shouldn’t want any of this.
I should run upstairs. I should put his handcuffs back on.
I should just kill him right now and get it over with.
What I shouldn’t do is push my pants down until I’ve stepped out of them entirely.
And yet here I am doing just that. My dick has officially taken control of my actions, and all rational thought is out the window.
I might enjoy the idea of dominating him and being the one with the control, but right now, my cock is aching, and getting off while looking at Mason’s half-naked body is simply something I’m not strong enough to walk away from.
I spit in my hand just like he did and stroke my erection quickly. I’m not trying to draw this out or show off. I need to come, and I need it now.
I’m very aware of Mason’s gaze locked on my hand as I pump myself hard and fast. I can’t seem to look away from the way he’s working his dick at a much slower pace. The breathy little moans he’s letting out only drive me closer and closer to the edge of my release.
The audiobook is still playing, but I can’t hear a thing. I’m completely consumed by the pink-haired man wearing my collar, who’s staring at my cock like it’s his favorite treat, and he’d do anything to earn it.
Fuck, if he decided to offer it again, I bet he’d be so good at sucking my dick. So eager and willing to please me. He was so upset last night, but deep down I think he might actually like being told what to do. He’d probably lose his mind if I gave him any sort of praise.
Mason lets out another breathy grunt, and I imagine the noises he’d make if my cock was shoved so deeply down his throat that he couldn’t breathe and—
“Fuuuck,” I groan as my orgasm crashes into me. I pump myself through my release as my cum shoots out onto the basement floor between us.
“Holy shit, that was hot, oh fuck, I’m going to…” Mason trails off as he finishes all over himself.
I’m struggling to catch my breath as the gravity of what we just did hits me.
I just got off with another man.
A man who’s chained to the pole in my basement.
And I really fucking loved it. I want to do so much more with him.
I’m definitely going to hell.