Chapter 112

Once Ian had thoroughly wiped himself off, he spread his legs, giving Taren room to tuck Ian’s flaccid cock into the chastity device. As much as Ian’s brain screamed at him that he needed to be flogged or fucked or able to plain jack off, his flesh was spent. Still, when Taren’s warm fingers touched him, Ian’s abs and ass clenched. He sat up and waited.

Taren’s cock stood proud. The very tip had a pearly sheen of precum beading there. The curls between Taren’s legs had tiny beads of sweat adoring them and making them glimmer.

Ian looked up, meeting Taren’s gaze for a split second before bowing his head to stare at his knee. He bit his lip and scooted to the end of the bed, inches from Taren’s groin. Ian inhaled the powerful aroma of musk rising off Taren. How desperately he wanted to lick Taren, taste what his Dom’s cock offered, and feel the velvety head of Taren’s cock against his skin.

Permission wasn’t given, however.