Page 110 of The Laughing Game

“You…you asked Vihaal to lock you up?”

“Yes.”

“You like to be…in that thing?”

“Angel. You can call it what it is. It’s a cock cage.”

“Yeah, I know. Remember the first scene I watched in the Bordello?”

“Oh yeah.” He sighed and looked down at himself. “How do I explain it to someone who’s never tried it?”

“Oh fuck no. No way. That does not look fun to me.”

“Oh, Angel. Just wait. I bet one day you’ll give it a go.”

“No more fucking bets, Deo. Come on.”

He giggled and cupped his junk, admiring how it looked. He shrugged. “I like it when V has complete control of…all of me.”

“I didn’t realize you had to wear it to work.”

“It’s really not a big deal. You get used to it.” He shrugged again. “It’s only for a week this time.”

My mouth opened. “A week!”

“Psht. Sometimes he has me in it for months. You know what a control freak he is,” Gideon said, a dreamy look in his eyes.

I held up my hand. “Okay, I don’t want to know. That’s something you and he can play without me.”

“Fine.”

“Okay.”

“Whatever.”

“Good.”

“Anyway, someone mentioned a massage?” He tugged a pillow to put under his hips and splayed himself out on the bed, propped on his elbows. He regarded me with curiosity. “Seriously, can you handle it?”

“Can I handle what?”

He wiggled his ass. “You know. Seeing all of this alluring flesh on display. Without going into a horny trance.”

I grinned. He did look good, but I wasn’t an animal. Not all the time, anyway.

“I’ll do my best.”

He snorted a laugh, then folded his arms and rested his head on its side, gazing at me lovingly. “Thank you for this. It was a shit day.”

“No worries. What was shit about it?” I asked, pouring oil into my palms and rubbing my hands together. The scent of orange blossom and camphor filled my nostrils.

“Well, there wasactualshit involved, but I won’t go into that. I’m a professional. It was a lot of physical stuff and I’m fucking tired. You know?”

“Sure.” I didn’t half know how Gideon did that job, but I knew I wouldn’t have been able to.

I rubbed the sweet-smelling oil into Gideon’s shoulders and his upper back. The sounds he made reminded me of other times he’d made those noises, and I did get a bit hard. It was difficult not to, but I savored the arousal without looking for a solution to it.

The sound of the front door slamming startled me. I heard Vihaal muttering curses, then his hurried steps on the stairs.

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