Chapter 37
Rylan’s back arched, his leg muscles tensed and he threw his head back groaning and dragging in uneven breaths. Brett wound one arm around Rylan, teasing his nipples and holding him close while he used the other hand to ease the largest bulb of the plug out then pushed it back in again.
“Good?” Brett rumbled in Rylan’s ear.
“Oh, fuck, yes! Better than good.” The words gushed out of Rylan’s mouth before he could stop them.
Brett chuckled. “That’s what I like to hear.” He stepped back and finished buckling the back strap that helped hold the plug into place. It went between Rylan’s ass cheeks, separating them, and bucklednear the small of his back. He took hold of Rylan’s arm and guided him away from the chair, standing himin the space between it and the bed. The harness was fitted into place then Brett twisted and grabbed something else from the bed. “Hold your arms out.”