9. Levi
NINE
Levi
I don’t really understand what’s happening. All I know is that I’m walking into Ethan’s penthouse for the third time, and this time he’s with me. Behind me actually, right behind me, carrying my backpack and jacket, like I’m not allowed to turn back.
I think that’s why my cock is hard, but I’m not sure. I can’t think right now. My thoughts won’t pull together, and my body doesn’t feel like my own.
Ethan hasn’t spoken to me since we left my apartment, but his silence is different now compared to earlier. He’s calm. He seemed calm before, but he wasn’t. He was controlled but not calm. He was furious. Because I wanted to leave?
Maybe. That certainly made it worse, but it started before that. It started when he was… sucking me.
My body heats at the memory, but it’s only physical. My brain can’t grasp it right now.
Ethan guides me through the foyer and into the kitchen. He pulls out one of the high-top chairs and waits, watching me. It’s strange because he’s done this kind of thing from the start, so in a way nothing has changed, and yet… everything has.
When I climb into the chair, my stiff cock gets torqued in my jeans, and I make a sound that doesn’t sound like me.
But Ethan makes a sound too, a soft hum like I’m doing the right thing.
Then he walks off, moving down the hallway with my things.
He opens a door and goes inside, returning a moment later empty handed.
You’re mine now, and you’re coming home with me.
That’s what he said. I don’t really know what that means, but it doesn’t seem very important at the moment. I can’t think beyond what’s happening to my body.
Ethan comes back to me, standing behind my chair.
I close my eyes because it’s so much like my dream.
But he doesn’t choke me. I’m not collared.
He does, however, reach around me and pop the button of my jeans.
As he glides my zipper down, I gasp at the pressure against my cock.
Then he tugs down the elastic of my briefs and secures it under my balls, making my cock stand upright.
He leaves me like that, exposed, and walks around the island into the kitchen.
I stare down at myself, cock jutting up from the opening of my pants. Is this really me?
My hand drifts toward my dick. I don’t know if I intend to stroke myself or cover myself, but in either case, Ethan stops me with a simple command.
“Don’t touch it.”
My eyes jump to him. He’s watching me with an intensity that makes me shiver. He wants me like this. I’m doing the right thing. My body is anyway. I don’t feel like I’m doing anything. It’s just happening on its own.
It was like this earlier too, when I got hard during the session. When Ethan sucked me.
Images come to me now as I sit here, hard again, looking at him. He took my cock in his mouth and sucked until I came. It felt like I was dying. It felt like I was… reborn.
But then I got scared, and everything went cold. I don’t quite know why that happened, but I can’t think about it right now. My memory skips past that to Ethan showing me the cage.
My eyes drift to his groin, but his jeans hide the truth. I want to see it again. I want to understand.
Ethan says, “Dinner will be here soon. Do you want a drink?”
My eyes lift to his face. He’s so much calmer now. But I’m not. I need… something.
“Levi. Do you want a drink?”
I don’t have words to answer him. I don’t have thoughts. I plant my elbows on the counter. I lean forward and bury my face in my hands.
I hear Ethan’s footsteps. My skin tightens with goosebumps as he comes to stand behind me, but I keep my face buried because I don’t know what to do with myself.
Ethan’s right arm hooks around my torso.
He pulls me out of my chair. He’s not rough.
He does it slowly, in a way that has me complying without thinking.
When I’m on my feet, still bent forward, still with my face in my hands, his other arm snakes around me. His body curves over mine. My ass is tugged against his groin, against the cage. My cock, stiff and aching, twitches up against his arm.
His lips brush my ear. He whispers, “Do you want me to help you?”
“Yes.”
“Then ask me to touch you.”
“Please—touch me.”
Ethan’s right hand moves to my dick. I moan when his fingers curl around it. I feel it twitch and jerk in his light grip. His other hand moves up to my throat and starts massaging there as he begins stroking my cock.
“Oh my God,” I murmur as waves of arousal roll through my body.
“Oh no, baby,” Ethan rumbles as his thumb smooths my precum around my cockhead, “God isn’t here. It’s just us.”
I moan and shudder as he strokes me. He reaches down to my balls and plays with them, rolling and tugging them.
I whine pleasurably at the unfamiliar sensations.
I didn’t know they could feel like that.
My cock throbs and leaks. Ethan’s hand sweeps back up to my tip to catch the precum, using it to lubricate me.
“Mm, you leak so beautifully,” Ethan murmurs, stroking. “Give me more.”
He starts squeezing my throat like he’s squeezing my cock.
Then he grips my balls and tugs me harder against him, forcing me to bend until my face is pulled away from my hands.
I hover over the counter, the black marble blurring in front of me.
My whole existence is in my cock and my throat, in his hands.
He squeezes, strokes, and tugs until I’m utterly mindless.
I can hear myself moaning, and my own sounds ratchet my arousal.
But what I really love is the way Ethan is curled around me.
His body is hot and shuddering. He’s rocking against me, forcing my body into a sexual rhythm that I’ve never felt but instinctively know.
His breath feathers the hair behind my ear, and his words slip in like a thought of my own: “You want to come.”
“Yes.”
“Then ask me to make it happen.”
I moan instead. It’s not enough. It’s not what he’s demanded. His thumb sweeps across my tip and his voice is back in my ear, rasping and ruthless.
“Say it. Please make me come—say it.”
“Please,” I gasp, “make me come.”
“Mm,” he rumbles in my ear. Then he strokes me harder. He squeezes my throat. I whimper as my body tightens, then he clamps his teeth on the crook of my neck and I explode.
I scream as I start coming. My cock kicks in his hand and my throats strains against his grip, but it’s the bite I feel the most, like it locks me to him as I thrash and jerk through the most intense physical experience of my life.
But it’s more than physical. I feel everything, and yet I’m outside of myself. I’m free of myself.
As I buck and moan and cry out through the waves of my orgasm, Ethan holds onto me, and it feels so good.
But it fades of course. My body calms. I come back to myself, and I start to worry that Ethan’s going to pull away like he did before.
At least, that’s what it felt like happened.
Maybe I’m wrong. I know that I panicked.
I feel like I could panic now. It’s there somewhere, under my skin.
I don’t know how to understand what’s happening to my body.
But Ethan stays wrapped around me. He’s released his bite on my neck, but he’s still holding my cock and my throat.
His face in pressed against my shoulder, and he’s shuddering against me.
I sink into that and, slowly, I relax. The panic fades.
When there’s a knock on the door, Ethan growls softly, making me shiver, making me wish he would bite me again.
He straightens instead, pulling me up with him. He releases his hold on me to tug up my underwear and pants. I bite my lip at the brush of cloth against my sensitive dick.
I take over fixing my pants so Ethan can go wash his hands. I cringe at the thought that my cum is on his hands. I made a mess on him.
“I’ll be right back,” he says as he heads toward the foyer.
When he’s gone, I look at the side of the island and jolt at the sight of my cum all over it.
I hurry to the sink and snatch a handful of paper towels from the holder, dampening them before I hurry back to my mess.
I drop to my knees and start wiping, but Ethan is already coming back.
I try to work faster, but it’s everywhere.
“Levi.”
I jump at Ethan’s heavy, disapproving tone. My stomach knots up. I don’t look at him. I just keep cleaning. “I’m sorry—”
“Stop,” he orders. “Right now.”
I freeze, still not looking at him, but I hear his approach. He sets something on the island. It smells amazing, but that only makes me more self-conscious.
Ethan crouches beside me. When he tries to take the wad of paper towels from me, I resist, but he works his fingers under mine. I give in. I let him take over. He wipes up the mess then stands. I expect him to walk away, but he holds out his hand for me. I take it.
I walk with him into the kitchen. He throws away the paper towels then turns on the faucet. He lets me wash my hands then washes his own. I hand him the towel.
He’s studying me. “Why did that bother you?”
I shrug.
“Answer me.”
I swallow hard. “I don’t like when I’m…” I trail off. He won’t like what I want to say, so I just stare down at the tiled floor. That’s why I don’t see him reach for me.
I make a sound of surprise when he tugs me against him, my back to his front. He plants one hand on my groin and the other on my throat in an echo of our earlier position.
He says in my ear, “You’re going to come again and again and again, and there’s nothing gross about it. I will force your body to do it.”
I’m breathing hard. I feel like I’m panicking, but I also feel like I need to hear every word he’s saying.
“Your body is working exactly like it’s supposed to, and there is nothing for you to be ashamed of.”
He holds onto me. I soak it in. I relax against him.
He asks, “Do you understand?”
I nod.
“Good. Now get the food out. It’s dinner time.”