Page 96 of Chasing After You

I swallowed, unsure what to say to that. Stepping out of the shower, I grabbed one of the fluffy white towels and quickly dried off.

Before leaving the bathroom, I turned back to glance at Dorian, who was still standing under the warm spray of the shower. He immediately caught my gaze and smiled.

“I’ll be right there. Look, I’m turning the water off now,” he said as he turned the faucet. “Go wait for me like a good boy.”

At that, I rushed out into the room, hurriedly crawling onto the bed and lowering my face and upper chest to the mattress, arching my back with my ass in the air.

Dorian took his time finishing up in the bathroom, and I began to think he was doing it on purpose. Still, I wanted to be good, so I stayed in position, even though it was a little embarrassing.

I whined as his footsteps left the bathroom and stopped at the foot of the bed, presumably staring at my lewd display.

“Mmm, such a perfect sub for me, brother.” The bed creaked as he climbed onto the mattress behind me, lightly stroking my hips and outer thighs.

“The cage—”

“Not yet.”

My eyes flew open in concern, breath stuttering. “You—you promised!”

A click of a bottle cap, then Dorian’s lubed fingers were pushing into me.

“Be patient,” he demanded, my body heating up at the dominance his voice exuded. I mewled as he took his time fingering me, making me an incoherent mess of need.

“M-more,” I cried, pushing my ass back to take his fingers deeper.

A punishing hand landed on my butt, the slap reverberating throughout the quiet room. The only other sounds were of mymoaning, babbling, and the squelching of his fingers drilling into my passage.

“Please, please, please,” I begged, my hands clenching the sheets.

“Are you getting close?” he asked.

“Yes, yeah, c-cage off, please,” I slurred, balls tightening. The orgasm I’d been searching for all day was finally in reach, and the impending relief was causing tears to cascade down my reddened cheeks.

I humped my restrained cock into the soft sheets, needing so badly to feel something besides those cursed metal bars.

My dickached.

And every second that brought me closer to coming was beautiful. Rutting back and forth between the mattress and Dorian’s fingers, my pleasure climbed and climbed and climbed, but just before it reached its peak, Dorian pinched and tugged my ball sack, making me howl in pain as my pleasure dissipated.

“No, no, no, no!” I yelled, my anger quickly turning into hiccuped sobs.

Dorian stroked my back, uttering soothing words until I had no tears left to cry.

“Fuck… you…” I heaved, feeling more than betrayed.

“I told you I wasn’t unlocking your cage yet,” he placated.

“But—but then—why would—you—”

“Why would I bring you so close just to deny you?” he crooned. I jerkily nodded against the bed. “I wanted to see you lose it.”

“You fucking bast—”

“Shhh,” he hushed me. “I promise it’ll all make sense soon. Raise your hips up so I can take the cage off.”

My hips jolted off the mattress, making him chuckle. His hand ventured under me, finding the tiny lock on the base ofthe cage and unlocking it. I whimpered as he slid the devilish contraption off, freeing my rapidly hardening dick.

“There. Now beg me to fuck the cum out of you,” he said coolly, gripping my hips to the point where I was sure there’d be bruises in the morning. He slid his hard cock through my crease, rocking back and forth over my puckered hole, teasing me.