Page 31 of Shadow

I slid my hand between his parted thighs, dragging a finger over his hole. His breath hitched in his throat, and when I slid my finger over the area between his balls and his ass, he moaned, his legs spreading further for me. I saw his cock try to rally, but it immediately deflated again, unable to get hard inside the cage.

And just like that, his eyes snapped open. He looked at my smirking face for a split second before his gaze dropped to his caged dick. He moaned helplessly, his head dropping back to the pillow.

“Rurik,” he growled.

“What, baby?” I asked, using that cool, calm voice I knew grated on his fucking nerves when he was feeling out of sorts. “Something the matter?”

“Why thefuckis my dick in a cage?” he snarled at me, his perfect face screwed up in anger. “Take itoff, Rurik. This isn’t comfortable.”

“It’s not supposed to be.” Reaching up, I slowly began to unbutton my shirt. Malik’s breathing grew heavier with every inch of skin I revealed until my shirt fell completely open, baring my inked skin to his hungry, dark-eyed gaze. “Remember me telling you I was going to punish you for that shit you pulled?” His eyes widened. “It’s time, baby.”

“Fuck you,” he growled, his dick trying to rally once again, only to immediately soften once more. He snarled with impatience and anger.

Fuck, he was so beautiful when he was falling apart for me. This anger was different from his usual anger. This was him desperate to get off with me and for me, but he couldn’t.

Because I owned his pretty cock, and it was undermycontrol.

I hummed as I uncuffed my sleeves and unbuttoned them. When my shirt pooled behind me on the bed, Malik’s breath hitched in his throat. Slowly, just to torture him, I undid the clasp on my slacks and slid down my zipper. When he saw I’d gone commando, he groaned and closed his eyes, his fingers twitching like he wanted to touch himself. But he and I both knew even if he touched himself through the bars of his cage, it’d be useless and would just torture him more.

Actually…

“Slide that hand on your cock, Malik,” I ordered, my voice low and gravelly. He opened his eyes, cutting his dark eyes to me, annoyance flashing in his dark eyes. I arched a brow at him. “Malik…” I warned.

Sneering at me, he did as I instructed, and a broken moan shattered the room as he touched his soft cock through his cock cage. I hummed and took myself in hand before straddling his thighs to keep them pinned to the bed. He groaned, his fingers pausing in their stroking.

“Did I say you could stop?” I asked. He bared his teeth at me but resumed stroking his fingers over himself, a tortured moan crawling up his throat that had my cock throbbing. He was goddamn breath taking when he lost himself like this.

Leaning over him, I grabbed the lube from the nightstand and used some to slick myself before tossing the bottle aside. Malik sank his teeth into his bottom lip as he watched me begin to stroke myself, and when I rubbed my thumb over my slit, gathering the precum there, he fuckingwhimperedall while he scowled at me, his fingers still working over himself through the bars of his cage.

“Mad, baby?” I rasped as I twisted my hand over my head before sliding my fist back down myself.

“Fucking pissed,” he growled before groaning, his neck arching. “This is torture, Rurik.”

A husky laugh spilled from my lips. “It’s supposed to be. It’s a punishment, remember?” Though, I wasn’t going to last long—not with him beneath me, skin flushed, pupils blown wide, teeth sinking into his bottom lip, and those wrecked moans crawlingup his throat. But I wasn’t in the business of edging myself. I liked instant gratification.

And I knew it’d just agitate him more to see me get off so easily while he was trapped, dick soft and needy.

“Rurik, please,” he begged. “I won’t do anything stupid like that again. I swear I won’t. Justpleasetake this cage off.”

“No,” I breathed. “I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.”

A whine slipped from his pouty lips before he could stop it. His knees tried to bend behind me, but with me sitting on his thighs, he couldn’t do it without toppling me over. And I knew he wouldn’t do that. Because even while he was angry and desperate, he didn’t want to do anything to make this worse on himself.

My balls drew up tight as I watched him gasp and squirm, desperate and needy, and with a low groan, I spilled into my fist, some of my cum dripping between the bars of his cock cage. He growled, baring his teeth at me, rage and desperation burning in his eyes. Smirking at him, I moved, and he spread his legs.

“Rurik—what the fuck?” he snapped when I pushed one of his knees up and kneeled between his parted thighs. When my cum and lube-soaked fingers glanced over his rim, he moaned, parting his thighs even more for me. I pressed two fingers inside him, and he pushed down, forcing me deeper into his body.

When I curled my fingers, finding that sweet spot inside of him, he cried out, his back bowing off the bed before a hissed, pained breath escaped his gritted teeth. I pressed my free palm to his abdomen, pinning him to the mattress. And then, I began to toy with that spot inside of him, rubbing my fingers over it.

He trembled, and when a tear ran down his cheek, I grinned. “You going to come for me, baby?” I asked.

“Can’t with this fucking thing on,” he managed to gasp out, his thighs shaking wildly now. “Please stop torturing me, Rurik.”

“You can,” I assured him. “It just won’t be the orgasm you’re used to.” He lifted his head, confused in his haze. I stroked my fingers over his stomach. “Relax and just feel, Malik.”

He gave me his middle finger, making me grin, but dropped his head back to the pillow. I continued toying with him, my cock rallying again as I watched him become increasingly more desperate. He was moaning and whimpering like a whore now, and his cheeks were drenched in his tears as I tortured him so fucking sweetly.

And then, it happened. He gasped, choking on his next breath. His body jerked, and he managed to croak my name, his throat wrecked from how much he’d been crying for release. I eased my fingers out of him, then moved over his body, planting a hand on either side of him.

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