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AARYN

W hen I squint blurrily at my phone in the morning, I realize that we’ve hit the date for the required healing time of Errol’s guiche piercing. I grin to myself. I’ve been planning for this.

I shoot him a text in the middle of his day shift: Use your emergency key to take the cock cage off when you take a break. Meet me in the playroom when you get home.

I’m on the bed when he comes into the doorway. “Strip,” I bark. He obeys and straightens back up, his hands drifting over his cock.

“Don’t cover yourself up,” I order. “I want to see if it’s dripping for me.”

A flush creeps up his neck, obscuring the fading marks I put on his skin. “Why’d you want me to take the cage off?” he asks.

“I just wanted to see that big dick getting hard for me tonight.” I grin. “Besides, I think you like showing off for me, don’t you? ”

“Uh-huh.”

“Do you still like the cage, though?” When he nods vigorously, my curiosity takes over. “Why?”

“I just — I like giving you control over that part of myself.” There’s a little pink to his cheeks. “And, um, the plug, too.”

My cock pulses at his words. “Yeah? Like having your hole loose and stretched-out, ready to take whatever I want to put in it?” I palm my dick. “Would you like me to keep you like that more often?”

He gives me a quick jerk of a nod. “Yeah.”

“I’ve got a couple of fun surprises for you over there,” I tell him, pointing to the easy chair on the other side of the night table. I don’t give him any instructions, curious to see what he’ll do. His eyes dart around, and I can tell he’s thinking about it.

With a deep breath, Errol drops to his hands and knees. He crawls across the floor, looking up at me with big puppy-dog eyes that make my dick swell. I still can’t get over how intensely eager he seems to be to submit to me. It’s intoxicating.

It’s just as hot watching him discover the sexy outfit I picked out for him.

By the time he’s shimmied into the baby-pink triangle bra, pulled on the matching thong with black satin garter straps and clipped the fasteners to the top of his black fishnet stockings, I can see his cock getting hard underneath the semi-sheer lace.

There’s an unspoken question on his face when he gets to the glossy red shoebox. I grin as his eyes get bigger and bigger. He turns over in his hands a pair of black platform heels with straps that wrap up the ankle.

“I can’t —there’s no way I can walk in those things!” he exclaims.

“I know,” I smirk. “Because when you’re wearing these sexy stripper shoes, I want you crawling for me so I can see what a needy slut you are.”

His inhale is a hiss. “Oh fuck , that’s hot,” he murmurs. He flushes pink again as he gets those strappy, towering platform heels buckled onto his feet. Once he has them on, he looks up at me, eyes hooded with lustful anticipation as he drops to his hands and knees.

“Goddamn,” I breathe. “The way that thong just comes down and frames your perfect ass, your sexy legs in those stockings…” I break off to watch the precum beading at the slit of my cockhead before glancing back to Errol.

“I can’t wait to see your legs wrapped in fishnets and those slutty high heels on your feet when you put them in the air while you beg for my cock to stretch out that sexy pierced pussy. ”

Lust burns in his eyes as he crawls the short distance to me, rising to his knees once he reaches the side of the bed. He looks up at me coyly through his lashes. I drop my legs on either side of him and thread my hand through that white hair.

“So fucking hot,” I tell him. I swipe my thumb over the head of my cock and he parts his lips for it immediately. His eyes stay locked on mine as he sucks my precum off my thumb. I groan at the thought of his pierced tongue on my cock as I pull my thumb out of his mouth with a pop.

“You’re such a perfect toy for me. I want to use you to make my dick feel good, watch you struggle to take it deep and make you gag on it.”

Errol makes a low, hungry sound, his eyes fixed on my cock.

“Look at me,” I order. When he brings his gaze to meet mine, I tighten my grip on his hair until his eyes water.

“Yeah, that’s what I want.” I hardly recognize my own voice, gravelly with need.

“I want tears streaming down this pretty face while you choke yourself on my cock.”

“Please,” he whispers, looking up at me from between my legs.

I get a flash of inspiration that sends a pulse of heat to my dick. I bring a finger to Errol’s lips. “Hold on real quick. I just thought of something. I’ll be right back.”

His posture straightens when he hears my footsteps behind him a minute later. “Here, take these.” He holds out his hands and looks down before glancing up at me.

“What —”

“I love seeing those big, brown eyes of yours looking up at me, leaking tears when you’re gagging on my cock.

I figure since you’re my slutty little plaything tonight, it’ll be hot watching you ruin your eyeliner.

I want it smudged around your eyes and running down your cheeks by the time I’m through with you. ”

I see Eroll’s cock swell under the delicate lace. “Oh God,” he breathes. “I want that. Gimmejust a sec.” Without another word, he pulls the cap of the eyeliner off with his teeth, holding in his other hand the shaving mirror I brought him so he can see what he’s doing.

I resume my previous position with my legs spread on either side of him and wait. When he finishes, I take the eyeliner pencil and the mirror and set them on the night table before returning my attention to him.

I swear, I think my heart skips a beat. His eyeliner is dramatic but —surprisingly, given the conditions under which he was applying it — precise.

And holy shit, it’s so hot I just gape open-mouthed at him for a second.

The black contrasts sharply with his white hair while also somehow, improbably, making his warm brown eyes seem alluringly innocent.

Errol’s eyes sparkle with amusement at my reaction. “You’ve never seen me wearing this before, have you?”

“Uh-uh.” I’m slack-jawed and stupid as my blood drains out of my brain and into my cock. Errol gives me that flirtatious flutter of lashes like he does and scoots a little closer. Putting his hands on my knees, he looks up at me.

“Are you happy with your toy?” he whispers.

I swallow to buy myself a second and pray for the power of speech to return. “Oh, yeah — very happy. Fuck, Babydoll. I love it.”

He smiles sweetly. “Good. Because I want you to fuck me like you’re punishing me.”