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Chapter twenty-three

A Ring On It

Josh

“You’re engaged?” Ruby stares at me in shock, then turns toward the front of the café to stare at Karma. “He wants to put a ring on it after only one blowjob? I’m not sure if I’m horrified or impressed.”

“He didn’t propose. It was just a silly misunderstanding,” I explain. “My Nani had a dream about a wedding.”

JR takes a seat next to Fletcher. “I thought your grandmother’s dreams are prophetic? And that her visions are never wrong?”

“Well, not so far,” I murmur. “But there’s a first time for everything.”

The professor aims a frown toward the front counter. “What’s this about a blowjob? Karma said he was going to be a gentleman.”

Simon rolls his eyes. “Oh, Tommy. We both know that at The Bent Gent , a blowjob is little more than a handshake. Besides, if Josh is going to buy the cow, he’s got to make sure he likes the milk.”

Buy a cow? Wait… oh. “I told you, we’re not getting married. We’ve barely started dating! No one is putting a ring on anything.”

“Too bad.” Ruby smirks. “I’ve always thought cock rings were a good time.”

That’s a great idea! Why haven’t I thought of trying one of those? I’ve heard that doms often put cock rings on their subs. The question is, would Karma let me put one on him?

“Don’t do it,” JR warns me when he sees my calculating look. “It’s like having a clamp put on your fire hose—you’ll do anything to get it off. And, once it’s released..?” He mimes an explosion.

That settles it. “Where can I buy one?” I ask, looking around the table. “It’ll be the perfect present to give to Karma—but this time, he’ll be the one wearing the gift.”

Fletcher chokes on a sip of coffee. “ You want to put a cock ring on him? ”

Simon pats me on the back. “You should never judge a book by its cover. Doms and subs come in all shapes and sizes. Isn’t that right, JR?”

My best friend’s face turns bright red.

“Focus, bitches. We’ve got shopping to do.” Ruby pulls out his phone and types in a search. “Sir Sweetpea needs a cock ring, stat . What other supplies do you need?”

“I don’t know,” I tell him. “What other supplies are there?”

The professor groans as he pulls out his Amex card. “Here we go again.”

As we huddle around the phone—and the adult toy store on its screen—my co-conspirators point to some of their favorite playthings. Between the vibrators, the prostate wands, and something called a Wartenberg wheel, my cart is soon loaded with toys. “I’ll pay you back, Professor. I swear.”

“Don’t mention it.” He narrows his eyes at me. “To anyone, ever .”

That’s a promise that I intend to keep. Nobody needs to know about these purchases but us—and Karma, of course, but I don’t think he’ll mind.

I guess there’s only one way to find out.

“I’ve got a surprise for you, Karma.” I drag him into my apartment, kicking off my shoes next to the closet door. Since JR has moved in with Fletcher, our place is officially mine . The idea of living by myself had always bothered me before. Now, the possibilities seem endless.

“No more gifts, Moonbeam,” Karma groans as I pull him inside. “Please, I’m begging you.”

If he thinks he’s begging now, just wait until I wrap a ring around his cock.

“Don’t worry.” I tug on his hand, pulling him to the couch. When he sits, I cuddle up next to him. “Tonight, we’re going to play a game. You like to play games, don’t you?”

He gives me a worried look. “That depends. What kind of game is it?”

“You’ve got several to choose from. The first one is called ‘ Simon Says ‘.“ I heard about this game from Sigh-Moan. I think he might’ve invented it.

Karma shakes his head firmly back and forth. “Nope, not gonna happen. No way am I playing Simon Says with you. There’s no telling what you’ll make me do.”

Crap. I guess he knows me pretty well already. It’s a good thing I’ve got more games up my sleeve.

“Your second choice is Strip Poker —and, before you say no, there’s something I’ve got to show you.“ I jump off the couch and unbutton my pants, wiggling them down over my hips. The pink thong that I’d chosen for tonight peeks out from the front of my khakis. Turning around, I ask him over one shoulder, “Don’t you want to play Strip Poker with me?”

He stares at my bare ass with his mouth hanging open. For a writer, he seems at a loss for words. Granted, this pair of undies is—quite literally—stunning. Not only is the backside almost free of any fabric, it’s held together by a pretty silk bow. One little tug on the ribbon, and oops . Game over .

“ Arghh , Moonbeam. You’re killing me!“ Karma digs his hands into his hair, pulling on the blond strands. “You’re so fucking sexy. How am I supposed to keep my hands off you?”

I’m filled once again by a sense of power as I gaze at the helpless look on his face. Who knew anyone would find me irresistible? His eyes tell me everything I need to know—that he wants me, that he’ll do anything to have me.

We’re about to test this hypothesis.

I turn back around to face him, letting my pants drop to the floor. Once I kick them away, I take off my shirt and toss it onto the pile. “I don’t have any cards so we can’t actually play poker, but I’ve got an even better idea.” I climb onto his lap, straddling his waist.

Karma’s head falls onto the back of the couch, his pupils blown as he gazes up at me. “I thought we were gonna play a game.”

“We are, and I’ve saved the best choice for last. The rules are simple: answer a question or accept a challenge. You Americans call it Truth or Dare .”

“Holy shit.” He squeezes his eyes shut. “I can’t do it, Moonbeam. I promised myself that I would act like a gentleman this time, even if it kills me.”

Crap. What am I going to do now?

I wiggle in his lap, pressing my nearly naked body against him. “Isn’t there anything that you want to ask me? Any secrets you want to know?”

Karma’s eyes pop open. “Uh, maybe…”

“Tell me, My Prince,” I whisper in his ear. “Go ahead. Ask me anything.”

He pauses a moment before he admits, “Well, I was kinda curious about one thing. Are you into… any kinks?”

“A few.” I crawl off his lap and pose in front of him, channeling my inner-Ruby. “I seem to have a fetish for pretty underwear.”

“Yeah, me too,” he mumbles, staring at the pink silk covering my arousal. “But that’s not what I meant. What I want to know is—“

I hold up a hand. “It’s my turn now. Truth or Dare?”

An internal battle rages in Karma’s eyes. Finally, he answers, “OK, Moonbeam. Truth .”

Fine. If that’s how he wants to play this game, I have no choice but to force the issue. “My question is, do you trust me, Karma? ”

His eyes widen. “To do what?”

“To let me handcuff you to my bed.”

“Oh, fuck.” His entire body goes limp. Well, except for one part.

I reach for his hand and pull him to his feet. “Remember, you still have your safeword. Before you answer my question, let me show you what I want.” Pulling him to my bedroom, I point to the velcro restraints attached to my bedposts.

Karma gulps. “Um… if I do this, will you answer another question for me? I think I already know the answer, but—“

“Yes.” I cut him off. “Lay down on your back and I will tell you anything you want to know.”

He takes a deep breath as he studies the cuffs, then sits on the edge of the bed. Stretching out on the mattress, he says, “I do trust you, Moonbeam.”

“You are very brave, My Prince.” I fasten the velcro around his wrists and ankles, testing their strength with a firm tug. “You deserve a reward for your trust in me. Ask me anything you’d like.”

Unable to move his arms and legs, Karma lifts his head instead. “My question is, do you think you might be into… domination ?”

I raise an eyebrow at my bound captive. “What was your first clue?”

His head drops back onto the mattress. “Oh my god, that is so fucking hot. I’m so turned on, I can’t even tell you.”

“You don’t mind taking a submissive role?” I ask him.

Karma tugs on the restraints, then gives a full-body shiver. “I think I’m kinda into it.”

Perfect. I’ve got him right where I want him—or I will in just a moment.

“What turns me on is your obedience, more than you could possibly know. So, I’m going to grant you a wish… if you’ll allow me one little dare.”

“A dare?” Karma lifts his head again. “What kind of dare, exactly?”

I shake my head at him. “That’s not how this game is played. A wish for a dare. Do you accept my terms?”

His nostrils flare as battles over his decision. Finally, he murmurs, “Yes, Master.”

Ooh, I like it.

I grab a small velvet box from my dresser and bring it to the head of the bed. “I want you to wear this ring. In fact, I dare you to let me put it on you.” I flip open the lid of the box, revealing the silicone toy inside.

Karma’s eyes widen before he squeezes them shut. “A cock ring, Moonbeam? Are you serious? If you expect me to wear that, you’ll have to grant me a pretty big wish.”

“Anything,” I promise.

He takes a deep breath through his nose, then opens up his eyes. “I submit to your desire, My King.”

Ooh, I really like that.

I unzip his pants, then yank them down to mid-thigh, followed by his underwear. As I gaze at his semi-hard cock, my own throbs inside my silk panties. “I’m going to snap this onto you. Remember, you may use your safeword at any time—but the longer you wear my ring, the greater your reward will be.”

He moans as I stretch the silicone band around his shaft and fasten its metallic snaps into place. “Oh my god, I feel like I could come right now.”

“Let’s see if your theory holds true.” I wrap my lips around the head of his dick and slide them down his length. Sucking hard, I bob my head until his cock is as hard as an iron beam.

“Holy shit,” Karma gasps, his torso arching off the mattress. “I-I don’t know how long I can handle this.”

Releasing him from my mouth, I climb onto the bed. “You can endure a while longer—you can and you must.” I straddle his body and rock my hips, rubbing my silk underwear against his steel-hard erection.

He bites his lip. “Oh god, that feels so good.”

“Does it feel as good as this?” I slip my panties down under my balls, then rub our bare cocks together. The friction of flesh against flesh feels incredible. I could rub off on him all night.

Karma groans as his tattooed arms yank against the restraints. “Undo my hands, Moonbeam. I need to hold onto you.”

He still doesn’t get it— I’m the one driving this train. “The only thing you need to do is let me have my way. I’m going to come all over you, and you’re going to let me. Do you submit?”

His tight muscles finally relax as he lets go of control. “Oh god. Do whatever you want.”

That’s what I like to hear.

Threading my fingers into his hair, I kiss his neck while I frot against him. It doesn’t take long before I become lost in the sensation—the feel of his hard length as I grind against it, the smell of the sweat on his neck, the sound of our ragged breathing. As my rhythm speeds up, our balls slap together, the sound adding to my excitement.

“I can’t take it anymore,” Karma moans after a while. His torso glistens with perspiration, his chest heaving as he struggles for air.

“Be strong, My Prince,” I gasp as I continue to thrust against him.

After another minute, he begs for me to stop. “Take the ring off, Moonbeam. Please , I’ll do anything.”

“Soon, I promise. I’m almost there.” I wrap my hands around both of our erections, stroking them urgently up and down. I’m too close, I can’t stop now.

Karma’s head thrashes against the mattress. “I’ve gotta say my safeword.”

“Just… one… more… ahhhhh! “ Pearly white fluid shoots from my cock and splatters onto his torso. My orgasm rockets through me, my body jerking as I come. I squeeze our dicks as I continue to stroke them, milking every last drop out of me. Once my cum covers Karma’s belly, I collapse against his chest.

When I finally catch my breath and open my eyes, Karma lies beneath me—a sticky, shaking mess. I glide my fingers along his iron shaft, grasping one of the ends of the silicone band that’s stretched tight around him. “Well done, My Prince. Tell me your wish and I’ll release you.”

“Oh fuck.” Karma’s voice—and cock—strains under the pressure. “I-I wish that I was your boyfriend.”

My hand jerks, releasing the snaps.

What did he just say?