Page 97 of The Liar's Reckoning

GRAHAM

The last time I was in New York, it was for three full weeks. Washington DC is now overflowing with cherry blossoms, and I’ve got toys. Silas was the one who started buying me things, and I couldn’t help returning the favor. With all the time apart and Avery’s pregnancy becoming more obvious, he wants me to keep him front of mind—as if I wouldn’t. He’s the first thing I think of every day when I wake and the vision I fall asleep to. He’s who I dream about. He’s invaded me.

My phone is mounted to the tile shower wall using a contraption Silas gave me just before I got on the train. Staring at the screen, I jerk myself to the image of his hand slowly stroking his own cock on the leather couch in my Chelsea apartment.

He’s been taking advantage of it more often lately, which I’m glad of.

“Feels so fucking good,” I tell him as water cascades down my back.

“Nice to be out of the cage, puppy?” he asks in his gray, slightly dominant tone.

“Mmhmm…” My murmur of assent comes out shaky as my balls pulse with the need to come.

The cock cage was his first gift—one he’s been threatening me with for months.For my good, Catholic puppy and his slutty cock.I keep that note in my wallet. Sometimes during long floor sessions I’ll pull it out and read it, testing the limits of the cage I’ve been wearing dutifully since Silas gave it to me.

While it’s impossible to get an erection inside it, the restraint is the exact kind of torture my dirty conscience craves. It has a confusing effect on me. On a good day, it makes it somewhat easier to focus on work. On other days, I’m constantly aware of it, and the slight pull of it on my balls when my dick tries anything untoward, has me desperate. Almost constantly horny.

If I wore it all the time, I think I’d get used to it—enter a true chastity mindset. But since I unlock at the end of the day with Silas watching, and I don’t sleep with it on, wearing it is more of an erotic experience than anything else.

Today was a rough one. Silas didn’t pick up the phone on my lunch break, and I was so fucking turned on, I locked the door to my office, lay down on my cot and stuck my fingers in my ass to get off. Since I wasn’t hard, I didn’t ejaculate, but my orgasm lasted forever as I whined and groaned into my pillow, sweating and pumping my fingers in and out of myself. I texted him about it afterward, confessing everything, and he told me to never do it again without recording myself so he could see.

“Wanna know what I’m thinking about?” Silas asks.

I nod, unable to speak as my orgasm threatens. It takes me longer to get there these days with only my hand, but when I do—Jesus. I could impregnate a harem with a single load.

“You sure?” he taunts me. “It might surprise you.”

“Mm… Sure,” I pant.

“Being inside you. This cock. Your hole. It’s got me so fucking hard, puppy.”

“You—me?” I’m incoherent.

“I know what you’re thinking,” he rumbles. “You don’t thinkI’d be into it. But the thing is, I know how much you need it now. You need to bend over for me, don’t you?”

Flushed with something that feels a lot like shame, I nod, grunting and letting go of my dick for a moment to hold myself up against the wall. I’m too close.

“I need you to keep your fingers and anything else out of your ass until we’re together again. The next thing inside you is gonna be me. Understand?”

“Fuck, Silas…don’t make me promise that. I’m not gonna see you for another week.”

“Christ, you’re a slut.” His whisper sounds awed.

But it’s true. I am. I can’t help it. I don’t know what the fuck this man has done to me, but he’s not the same person I knew last winter either. We’re changing. Together. Becoming something new that belongs only to us.

“You’d do it?” I ask, eyes on the phone, which is now displaying his darkened, chiseled face. All smooth planes and shadow. He’s still touching himself, the hooded look in his eyes and the slight movement of his shoulder proves it. He’s so hot. I miss him too much. My dick gives a throb, balls tightening and drawing close to my cock. “Oh, God,” I groan, my head dropping.

“Say you need it.”

“I need it,” I blurt. All my muscles clench to keep from coming.

“Then your ass is mine,” he says.

I can’t stand it anymore. I grip my dick, and one stroke has cum spraying the tile. I throw back my head, letting the water hit my face as I convulse with the powerful release. My asshole contracts like there’s something inside it. It takes every ounce of strength I’ve got left to remain standing.

“I’m gonna come,” I distantly hear Silas say, his words breathy.

“Show me,” I beg him.

---