Chapter 35 #2
I ask him because of what he said before, about wanting me. I know he doesn’t mind them, but I don’t know how close he needs me to be to enjoy everything they could do to him.
When his gaze meets mine again, it’s scowling like before. “Go fuck yourself.”
I smirk and raise a brow. “That’s not a no.”
Stepping back, I place my gun on the dresser and lean back against the wall with my arms crossed over my chest.
“Can you reach me from there?” I ask.
It only takes two seconds before he realizes what I mean, and I feel a shock run up the length of my legs. I wince because it was enough to hurt. Based on the little glint in his eyes, the little menace did it on purpose.
Even so, I tell him, “Good boy. You want to keep fighting, fight all you want. But you do that again, everything stops. Understand?”
He nods, and the shadows take that as their cue.
They wrap around him everywhere a little tighter again, causing him to grunt as they cinch around his thighs and waist and arms, holding him in place as though he’s suspended from the ceiling.
They wind around him in pretty patterns like shadow Shibari.
Faint little sparks flicker in their darkness before they fade as the shadows tighten around his throat, the last little bit of fight bleeding out of him.
Cason’s eyes grow heavy again as the shadows start stroking up and down his length. Then, as they form a long, thin rod in the air in front of him, his eyes widen instead, his breath catching.
I watch him closely. He didn’t want it last time, but I know he reluctantly enjoyed it the first time.
I may have gotten carried away needing some part of me to just be the fuck inside of him, even if that meant my shadows sounding him, but I won’t make that mistake again.
I want him to want it because there’s just something about my shadows filling him in that way, the only extension of me that can reach that deeply, give that intense of an orgasm that I know he experienced.
But it’ll only ever happen again if he wants it.
Without taking his eyes off the shadow rod in front of him, he gives another small nod of his head.
It moves, lowering to the tip of his cock. The other shadows hold his length while the rod gently, slowly pushes its way inside. All the while, Cason stares down at it, lips parted, breathing ceased. Once it’s about an inch in, he takes a gasping breath, followed by a litany of moans and whimpers.
“It feels fucking good, doesn’t it?” I ask, my voice that deep kind that I often don’t recognize.
It takes several seconds before he’s able to look up. “You…you’ve done this?”
Still leaning against the wall, I let my gaze linger on his cock a moment longer as it takes another couple inches. Then my eyes drift up to lock onto his, and the smirk that takes over my face is feral. “My shadows and I have had a lot of fun together.”
“Oh fuck,” he groans as precum dribbles from his slit as the rod starts to slowly move back out. “I want to watch.”
That’s something he doesn’t have to beg for.
Pushing myself off the wall, I stand a few feet in front of him, holding my arms out to my sides.
More shadows swoop in, removing my clothes.
They don’t rip and tear like they did to him.
They open each button of my shirt, removing it off my shoulders and tossing it away.
They do the same to my pants and shoes until I’m standing there naked, my own cock jutting up and leaking at the tip too.
Apparently, I’m more of a voyeur than I would’ve thought.
There’s a loud scraping sound as the armchair that was in the corner of the room is dragged across the hardwood floor into the middle of the space just behind me. I let myself fall back into it, my ass on the edge of the seat.
I’ve spent years with my shadows and only thoughts and memories of Cason to get me by.
Sounding was an experiment, but I ended up fucking loving it.
The only place I haven’t let them go is my ass, but the reason for that is the same that I wouldn’t let them in Cason’s that first time they played with him.
My shadows may be an extension of me, but those are firsts meant only for us.
The shadows reach for me, forming another rod in thin air.
The good thing about shadows is that I’m able to easily manipulate them. There’s virtually no risk compared to physical sounding rods. Also, because they feel however I want them to feel, there’s no need for lube.
With my hands resting on the sides of the chair, my shadows do exactly what they did to Cason—stroking my length as they gradually insert the rod into my slit, sliding inside while Cason watches, and I watch him.
The fullness hits immediately as they start slipping their way into my cock, that bit of pressure as they move deeper.
My gaze remains locked on Cason as the air grows thick with warm breath and heavy with arousal.
Despite us being several feet apart, there’s a level of intimacy from the shared experience as my shadows fill us both.
When a loud, deep moan escapes me, I don’t know if it’s born more from the sight of Cason being consumed by my shadows or from the moment they reach my prostate.