Page 90 of Bottoms Up
The cock cage was lifted into the air, his cock straining in its prison. The weights on his balls had swung hard when I’d fucked him. I imagined he wasquiteaware of every movement his balls made.
I pointed Silver to the sofa, and put cleaning gloves on Atlas. Special ones, without a thumb, so his were pressed against his palms, making them useless. Denying him access.
“Clean, dry, and put away everything we used. Clean the floor until it’s spotless. Clean the toilet. If you miss anything, even a millimeter, I’ll force achangetonight, and you’ll go ten days before you get pain again. Do a perfect job and I’ll take you off the work schedule for forty-eight hours, and you won’t be allowed tochangeduring that time.”
He refuses to be responsible for anyone’s security when he isn’t at one hundred percent, and I can respect that. So, no working while I wanted him hurting.
I walked to Silver, lifted her into my arms, and sat on the sofa with her cradled to me. I tucked a blanket around her. Rubbed her calves. Her thighs. Massaged her hands. Kissed the top of her head.
“Can Ipleasebe allowed to jack off, Sir?”
I kissed her forehead. “I find I want to deny you,diavolino.”
My little devil. Idoenjoy watching my Silver hurt Atlas.
“I don’t know how long,” I continued. “And I won’t cage your cock. You can have hard-ons, but no orgasms — dick or vaj — until the order is rescinded.” Another kiss to her forehead, and I met her gaze. “And youknowI’ll be able to tell if you have one.”
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Silver
Julian was still dead to the world when I woke in my upstairs bedroom, sun streaming through the windows. I love the spring. It’s all about life returning after winter. Regrowth. Green leaves where there was just brown wood before.
I stood and stretched to discover I was sore inallthe right places, and I smiled at the delicious ache of my night with Julian — thighs, cunt, belly, ass. Completely earned.
My belly twinged, innards protesting when I stretched, still tender from the inside. I didn’t mind. Ilikedthe reminder. I liked remembering.
My cunt throbbed with every shift of my legs, but the danger was that it might get me too close to an unauthorized orgasm.
I desperately needed release, but even that denial was okay. For now, anyway. It was hot in the short term, but I hoped he didn’t stretch it past a week or two.
After our final days in Vegas, full of negotiations, paperwork, the weight of responsibility, and then days and days of practice — it felt good to breathe without pressure. Good to belong to someone again. Not in the world, but in private. Not justsomeoneeither.Julian. My sadist. My vampire.
I dumped salt and electrolytes into a bottle, padded barefoot through the house in sweats and a tee over a sports bra and climbing pants, filled my bottle from the front of the fridge,grabbed a handful of protein bars, and walked outside to look at one of the cameras. “I want to go to the T-Wall.”
I wasn’t ready to talk to people yet, but I needed to move. I’m not supposed to leave without security, and Julian had taken Atlas off the schedule. I didn’t know who’d go with me.
I was happy to see Sage walk to me with his usual, happy-go-lucky smile.
“You want a climbing partner, or security who doesn’t annoy you, today?”
“For you? A partner will be nice. You rarely annoy me.”
The sun was fully up, but the mist was burning off, and the air tasted cool and clean when I stepped up to the T-Wall. A few others were already out, but it wasn’t crowded. Sage gave me a chin tip and went back to tying off his line.
I clipped in, chalked my hands, and climbed, taking it slow at first. I felt every stretch in my shoulders, every reach through my hips. The burn was glorious — sharp and low and earned.
A third of the way up my second route, Sage clipped onto the rope and took over my belay. Quiet as always, like some monk who’d been reborn in jeans and old climbing shoes. He rarely speaks unless I do. He never hovers, and he doesn’t treat me like I’m breakable. I like climbing with him.
On my third lap, I paused to shake out my arms, letting the rope take some of my weight. Sunlight caught the rock face just above me — the kind of golden glow that made everything feel cinematic.
“Hey, Sage,” I asked, my voice quiet. Shapeshifters can hear everything. “You ever hear that quote, ‘Because it’s there’?”
“Mallory,” he called back.
“Yeah, him.” I wiped sweat off my forehead. “I think it’s bullshit. That’s not why I climb. It’s not just because the wall exists.”
Another pause.
