Page 30 of Shrouded Desires
“Sir?” He moaned when Sir ran a finger up the seam of his ass.
“Almost enough to make me forgo this.” A leather harness appeared on the desk in front of him.
“What is that, Sir?”
“Your chastity belt.” Storm kept his hand on the swell of Raine’s ass as if he were waiting for Raine to protest. When he didn’t, Storm continued. “I thought you might have some issues with the orgasm denial thing, but I had hoped we could forgo this until later tonight.”
“Sir?” His heart pounded heavily. He’d played with cock rings before, and once had worn a cock cage on a whim, but never had tried anything like the harness. It was meant to keep him hard and aching with no way of release while displaying his dick for his dominant. And was that a butt plug he saw peeking out? A second later a bottle of lube appeared by it.
“Fuck me.” The words came out warbled.
“In good time.” Storm promised. “But first we need to prepare you. You’ve seen what I’m packing. I’m not a small man, boy.”
“No, Sir.” He groaned, the memory of the thick pierced stalk that Storm hid in his pants teasing him.
“Open the bottle, Raine.”
With trembling fingers, he did as he was told.
“Good boy.” He took the bottle from Raine. A moment later, the cool feel of lube against his hole made him shiver. Thankfully Sir didn’t just ram his lubed fingers in, but instead circled the opening, pressing a little firmer with each circle. Raine grunted when they finally breached him. The slight burn turned to pleasure when Storm paused to let him acclimate before gently rocking his palm against Raine’s ass.
“Sir!”
“Shhh…” Storm leaned over and pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades. “Let Daddy give you what you need.”
Tension pooled at the base of Raine’s spine, the desire to come swamping him. “Please…” He squeezed his eyes shut tight as the coil wound tighter in him. He’d just had release three days ago, but his body reacted to Storm’s touch as if it had been months since he’d climaxed. “…ah hell, can I come, Sir??”
“No. That orgasm belongs to me.”
Raine cried out at the denial but struggled to obey. He’d agreed to this. To allowing Storm to control every aspect of his submission, not just the emotional.
“Here let me help you.” Storm pulled back, his fingers leaving Raine’s ass, even as his other hand clamped down at the base of his cock.
“Thank you, Sir.” He panted as the urge to come faded. He was still hard and aching but at least he wasn’t about to explode all over the desk beneath him.
“Don’t thank me just yet.” Storm gave a dark chuckle. “I wanted you hard like this.” He slowly stroked his hand up, then down Raine’s length.
“Why?” Raine whimpered, his hips twitching with the effort to remain still.
“Because the chastity belt will fit much better if you are.” He reached for the leather resting on the desk. “In fact, let’s get this on, shall we?”
* * *
Storm watched Raine out of the corner of his eye as his sub fidgeted on the bar stool. The kitchen island separated him from his boy, which was probably a good thing. He’d taken one look at Raine’s tight ass, with the sexy strip of leather dividing it as they traveled from the office upstairs to the downstairs kitchen and had almost come in his pants. It had taken all of his considerable self-control to merely follow the boy, instead of pressing him up against the wall and having his way with him. He still found himself wanting to do that, considering the view from the front was just as tempting.
The dark leather contrasted beautifully with his tanned skin. It framed his bare cock and balls in a way that made Storm’s mouth water to taste. Hanging free through the opening at the front, the lightly furred sack rested against the shiny seat of the barstool. The entire length of Raine’s erection was held up right by a series of four buckles, starting at the base of it, and then spaced out every few inches until the final one hooked to the belt itself just below the nearly purple head of his boy’s cock. In the bright light of the kitchen, the tip glistened with precum and there were streaks of his excitement running down the sides, making the leather shine.
“Sit still, before I warm your ass with this.” He lifted the plastic spatula he’d taken out a nearby drawer while they waited for the frozen pizzas to finish baking in the oven.
“Sorry, Sir.” Raine stilled, another stream of precum sliding down to wet his balls. “I’m not used to wearing a plug like this.”
There was something decidedly erotic watching his boy leak in the device only Storm himself had a key to unfasten. He could leave Raine in it for hours, hell days even - if he wanted. But for this first time, he decided to be lenient.
“I know you’re not. But if you behave through supper, we’ll go downstairs and play afterward.”
“We will, Sir?” The hopeful tone in Raine’s voice made Storm smile.
“Yes. I have a new singletail I want to try out, and it’s a little bit heavier than what Lizzie was comfortable with.”
