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My body was a combustion of desire and we hadn’t even started. How was I going to observe this without embarrassing myself by begging to join in, or worse, coming in my pants?

Vihaal pinioned me with his intense gaze, full of his intrinsic power and a hunger so raw, yet so controlled that it was like a lion pacing its cage.

Gideon looked at the floor as the corner of his mouth curved.

“Devil,” he murmured.

“Oh, that’s good,” Vihaal said. “Repeat it, please,” he said to me.

“Devil,” I said.

“Pardon? Speak more clearly.”

Wow. This was next level stern schoolteacher shit.

I cleared my throat.

“Devil,” I said repeated, watching Vihaal and wondering how he made me feel like a little kid and a very grown-up man in way over his head at the same time.

Chapter Eight

“Hands on your thighs. Feet flat on the floor.”

He was talking to me. Telling me what to do. And I loved it.

“Yes, Vihaal.”

The words echoed in my head as if they were the most natural thing in the world for me to say. Comfort, security, safety. Listen to me. Do as I say. Trust me.

I sat in the position he’d demanded and watched.

“Come, my pretty little Deo. Let’s get you undressed,” Vihaal said, beckoning to Gideon, who stood, gaze lowered like a humble servant.

“Arms up.”

Gideon obeyed in silence. He was normally such a talkative and laid-back presence, that watching him go silent and subdued for Vihaal was something.

The ticking of the analog clock on the wall and the hum of the furnace was the only thing to be heard as Vihaal revealed Gideon’s smooth pale skin one piece of clothing at a time. The orange sweater came off. Vihaal tossed it to the vanity stool. Next, he knelt and unzipped Gideon’s black boots, and removed them, kissing the top of each of Gideon’s feet before he placed it on the floor. It seemed strange for Vihaal, as the Dominant, to do this to his submissive. But it absolutely reflected what I knew to be the reality of their relationship.

Gideon was smooth and slim as a seal. And he must have put on some kind of glittery body lotion because he sparkled under the lights of the Bordello as Vihaal stripped him.

As Vihaal unzipped the fly of Gideon’s pale jeans, silver flashed in the lamplight. When the jeans were pulled down to his thighs, they revealed Gideon’s cock trapped in a metal cage that curved in a gentle arc, keeping him in a state of semi-hardness.

“Fuck…” I whispered, as my cock throbbed.

Vihaal turned to me and frowned.

“Sorry, Vihaal,” I breathed.

“Never seen a cock cage before?”

A cock cage?“Not to my knowledge, Vihaal. I think I’d remember.”

I liked the look of the shiny metal and I liked the way it kept Gideon from getting hard. It seemed cruel but I knew instinctively that there could be pleasure in denial.

“Mmm. It keeps him from satisfying himself, because his orgasms belong to me.”

His orgasms belong to me.Holy shit.

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