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Sunday night was also the last chance I would get to be alone with Toby, and I took advantage of the fact, begging him to fuck me. We were alone in the house, so he obliged, letting me make as much noise as I wanted—but not before he’d cuffed me to the bed posts, ropes around my thighs, pulled them up toward the bed rail too. I was spread wide for him, unable to move, and I loved every fucking minute. When he was done, he untied the ropes, removed the cuffs, checked my wrists, and then held me while I came down from my orgasm, my mind at peace.

I didn’t think I’d slept that well in years.

Monday morning, it was still dark outside when I awoke to his mouth on my cock. I shivered, arching my back, pushing deeper. “I wish all mornings could start this way.”

He chuckled around my dick, and the vibrations were exquisite. He pulled free and glanced at me. “Enjoy it while it lasts. No more coming foryoufor a while.”

I didn’t like the sound of that.

Then I forgot everything except the feel of his lips and tongue, and I shot my load, shaking with each pulse into his mouth. He lapped up every drop, then cradled me in his arm while he stroked my limp dick.

“I told Teague I wouldn’t be staying in the same tent as Declan and Garrett.”

I chuckled. “I think he’d have guessed that already.”

Toby stretched over me toward the nightstand drawer, and opened it. I wondered what he was searching for—until he held up the cock cage. “I thought I’d give you something else to think about while we’re moving the herd.”

Now I understood the comment about enjoying it while it lasted. “You want me to wear that? But… everyone will see it.”

“No, they won’t. It’ll just be like a weird bulge in your jeans. You can hide that, right?”

You’re damn straight I’m going to hide it.

Toby regarded me steadily. “Consent, remember. You can say no.”

I raised my chin. “Not saying no.”

He beamed. “You know what I think? Eventually you’ll just accept it and quit hiding it.”

Yeah, right.

“Of course, once we get to the camp, I might ask you to do something.”

“Do what?”

He grinned. “Anything that makes it a little more obvious. But that would only be some of the time.Mostof the time you’ll be able to hide it—maybe.”

I gave him a mock glare. “When you were listing all the things you wanted to do to me, I don’t recall mindfucking being one of them.”

He grinned. “Surprise.”

Chapter Twenty-Six

Robert

It was still dark when we rolled out of Salvation, heading for the pasture where the herd awaited us. Paul rode in the chuckwagon with Matt, and Kyle and Owen joined us, bringing along two more horses.

Toby wasn’t far behind and I knew once we got going, he’d ride alongside me.

I’d forgotten how many of these I’d participated in over the years. Except this one was different. This cattle drive was a first, a fact that was brought home to me every time my caged cock shifted against the rough of the saddle. It served as a reminder. Toby hadn’t locked my dick into its metal prison to degrade me, or deprive me of pleasure—although he might have teased that was its purpose. No, wearing it created a sensation of permanent pleasure, a link with him.

It was our secret, and promised even greater pleasure when removed.

Zeeb trotted up to join me. “You okay, boss?”

I smiled. “I’m fine.” Then I reconsidered. “No—I’mmorethan fine.”

He nodded. “That’s what I thought. It’s a good look on you.” Then he moved away, picking up speed to catch up with Butch and Teague.