Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 13030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 65(@200wpm)___ 52(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
I tore off the paper and my pulse raced at the sight of the beautiful picture, which sat inside a wooden frame. Jo had sketched himself and me from the shoulders up, and even included our dog Blue between us. He'd used a colored pencil to shade in her eyes that inspired her name.
“Jo, I love it.” It was the most beautiful picture I'd ever seen. He captured everything; from every hair of my beard to the handcuff necklace around my throat. “Thank you.”
He tapped the edge of the frame and told me, “My whole heart is in this sketch.” My heart felt as if it would beat right out of my chest. It was full of love for this wonderful man.
Jo leaned in and kissed me softly, and for a moment, I forgot our friends surrounded us…until Chris whistled loudly and reminded me that we weren't alone. Not that I cared.
When my eyes peeled open, I saw Jo looking back at me with a heated gaze. I knew that look; it held desire, need, and naughty promises. He told me, “It's time to go home,” and I quickly nodded my agreement. I turned towards our friends and found them looking back at us with a mix of sweet smiles and shit eating grins.
“Thank you guys for coming,” Ty said without needing any further explanation, “And for our beautiful gift.” He turned to ask Gage, “Will you help me hang it tonight?”
“Of course, angel.”
“Oh, good; I love watching you work with tools. You're so hot! Remember what happened when you built the bookcase?”
“What happened?” Chris asked curiously, leaning closer to the pair.
“None of your damn business,” Gage growled, though he couldn't hide his smile at the memory.
“Fine,” Chris huffed, and Gage turned his attention back to us.
“Be safe driving home, and thanks for everything.”
Jo and I gave a quick round of goodbyes before I hurried towards the front door. From behind me, Chris called out in his best Braveheart-inspired Scottish accent (which was terrible), “Go, Mikey! Go claim your freedom!” I flipped him off over my head, but I didn't slow down.
Luckily, Jo remembered to collect Blue before we left. I only had one thing on my mind, and it was my freedom. The whole drive home, my mind raced with filthy possibilities. My blood rushed south, but my cock only ached when it tried and failed to harden, confined by the plastic cage around it.
My husband couldn't contain his chuckle when I waddled into the house once we arrived. Even the rub of my jeans against the cage was too much. I was going to explode (not in a good way) if Jo didn't get this thing off of me soon, but I knew better than to ask; that would only delay my freedom longer. He was in charge of my pleasure, which was exactly what we both wanted and needed.
Once we were inside, Jo told me to wait in the living room while he let Blue out through the back door. I didn't move a muscle until he returned, sporting the same fiery desire in his eyes as before. I half expected his glasses to steam up.
I stood up straighter as he walked around me in a slow circle, my cock sore and throbbing beneath his inspection.
“You've been so good this week, Mikey,” he finally said, and my chest swelled at his praise. “You've let me take control of your body and that pretty dick. Do you know how crazy you make me? How badly I want you?”
I did; even though he hadn't touched me all week, Jo had let me pleasure him; I sucked or jerked him off every night. It only added to my need and deprivation, and I loved it.
“Because you've been so good for me, I'm going to reward you tonight. Listen very carefully and I'll tell you all about your prize.”
I gave him my full attention. “Yes, Officer.”
“That's my boy.” Jo tweaked my nipple through my shirt, making me shiver. “First, you're going to take my clothes off, then you'll strip for me. We'll go into the bedroom and you will suck me until I'm dripping wet.”
My mouth watered at his words. “Thank you, Officer.” Any time I got to touch or taste him was a gift.
“Oh, Mikey, I'm just getting started. Once my cock is covered in your spit, you're going to ride it; no stretching, no prep. You'll be so tight for me. Once I'm deep inside you, I'll finally unlock your cage. When you're hard and aching for me, you'll get two strokes to come.”
A low groan sounded in my chest as his words washed over me. He knew how to drive me crazy without a single touch. His promises were enough to get my blood pumping. Unfortunately, they were also enough to make my confined cock squeeze and throb.