Page 49 of Filtration Play
A visible shudder rocked through him, one that sent a thrill through them. The way he responded to praise was delicious, just as much as his responses to humiliation. They wanted to do so much with him, and they hadn’t even cracked the surface.
Fin reached for his cock and skimmed their fingers beneath his balls. He let out a wrecked breath, which sent a spike of adrenaline through them. “If photography work picks up, I won’t have the time to keep searching for play partners.” They forced their voice light, despite the way their heart was invested. “If you’re interested in something regular…”
“There’s no way in hell I’d turn down more of this,” he said, the earnest tone in his voice striking right to Fin’s heart. “Even if I’m stuck caged and unable to come.”
Fin brushed their thumb over the tip of his cock peeking out from the cage. A full tremor racked his body.
“Even if you’re a sadistic monster,” he muttered.
“Always.” A grin rose to their lips unbidden. Something light and effervescent bubbled up in them. Sure, they regularly played with the folks at Whipped, but apart from their close friends, they drifted from partner to partner, none lasting more than a few times. Fin did that on purpose, needing to keep their distance.
A distance Ollie had smashed his way through.
“How do you feel about exhibitionism?” they asked, summoning the last of their nerves.
“Like being on display in front of others?” Ollie’s pupils dilated. “Fuck, that sounds so hot.”
“What about others touching you?” If they saw the slightest flinch or sign of disgust, they’d pivot the idea that had emerged.
Ollie drew his brows together. “Like just touching my body?”
“Yeah, but the only one fucking you would be me.”
“In front of other people?” His cheeks reddened.
“Only with your explicit consent, which you can retract at any time. I wanted to do something special for your release from the cage.”
“By having…who touch me?”
“Tonight is Play Night here.” Fin swallowed hard, meeting his gaze. They’d never invited someone else to Play Night. Never thought they’d want to. But this draw to Ollie was undeniable, and for the first time in their life, they wanted to bring him. Even if the others in their crew knew what that meant. “So it would be limited to the people who work at Whipped and their partners at most.”
“As long as I get an introduction first.” He smirked. “I might not require a date before a fuck, but I have some standards.”
A sharp laugh exploded from them. They remembered how they’d met. “Sounds about the same standards as mine.” They caressed his balls again, loving how reactive he was. “But I’ll be fucking you tonight in front of everyone. Breeding my pretty little slut while you’re blindfolded and bound and sensitive. And then you’ll finally be able to come.”
“I’d do a hell of a lot to be able to come at this point.” His voice was wrecked with the same lust that glowed in his eyes.
“Nothing beyond your limits, though,” Fin said sternly, gripping him by the balls. “I expect a yellow or red if anything starts to feel uncomfortable or pushes you past your limits.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Those words heated them right up. He might have meant them seriously, might have meant them teasingly, but they had an electric effect on them.
“Call me that anytime you like, babe.” Fin clutched him by the balls as they leaned in and pressed a kiss to his lips. His whole body shuddered at the contact, and they licked into his mouth, needing to taste him. Ollie melted into the kiss. Fuck, this massive man surrendering to them so easily was heady, but what was headier was knowing Ollie’s guardedness. How he didn’t give like this to just anyone.
They’d won him over fair and square, and they didn’t want to let go.
Sure as fuck wasn’t for their charming personality. Yet their ragged edges lined up with his regardless.
Fin savored the kiss, loving the heat emanating from him, the softness of his balls in their hand, the tingle that traveled through them with each collision of their mouths. God, this was an addiction they didn’t want to quit. And for now, they didn’t have to. They couldn’t make promises of forever, not when they were a splintered beam ready to snap, but here and now, they could stay present in every second they had.
They pulled back, and their ragged breaths puffed against his lips. His eyes were feverish with need, the desperation the sort that sent a thrill through them. This was what they loved the most about chastity, how consuming it could become.
“Okay, stud.” They let go of his balls. “Let’s get this shoot rocked out, and then you can claim your reward.”
“Just one question.” He tugged his boxer briefs back up, even though he’d be shucking the pants the rest of the way for the shoot. “After Play Night, what do you want to try next?”
Fin’s mouth dried. The possibilities roared in their mind. Every time they got their hands on Ollie, ideas sparked through them, and they’d never been so inspired. And by some miracle, so far, their kinks aligned, which got them even hotter. One thing blared in their mind.
