Page 84 of Dual Surrender

“Good boy,” I grunted, stepping back under the spray of the water.

He was already on his knees, but he slid down so his ass rested on his heels, his palms face up on his own legs now. Kevin tipped his head back, his eyes closed, and I could see the desperation and the pain etched on his features.

“Does it hurt to have all that cum inside of you?” I asked, soaping myself.

He answered with a jerky nod.

“You like that kind of thing.”

He made a noise in the back of his throat, and I rinsed myself and turned off the water. Kevin dropped his chin forward and opened his eyes.

“I’ll make it worth your while when I’m home from work,” I promised, stepping out and wrapping a towel around my waist. “I want to take my time with you.”

“Ronan.”

“After work.”

“It hurts,” he whimpered.

“Do you need help making it go away?” I asked.

I went into the bedroom and Kevin stripped naked. I listened to the heavy thud as his wet clothes landed in the bottom of the tub. He joined me in the closet, matching towel around his waist, but unlike mine, his was tented with an erection.

“No,” he grumbled, pulling a shirt off a hanger and stalking into the bedroom. He grimaced when he put on clean underwear, and I watched him dress, methodically arranging himself to hide his hardness.

“I missed you so much,” I whispered from the door, barely unable to contain the emotion that swelled in my chest.

God, the way I loved his man.

“I missed you.” He turned to face me. “How do I look?”

“Presentable.”

I closed the space between us and took his face in my hands, tilting his head so I could map every freckle and wrinkle under the light. I traced my finger over the curve on his cheek that enlarged under the magnification of his glasses and I dipped my face down and kissed him there.

“You are the most important thing in my life,” I whispered.

He smiled and exhaled quietly.

“I love you,” I said.

“I love you, Ronan.” He licked his lips. “Please don’t send me away again.”

“I won’t.” I pressed our foreheads together.

“I won’t,” I said again, promising him and myself.

“I think we’re better together.”

“We are.”

“Can I…make a request?” He blinked rapidly, eyes dipping down to avoid my stare.

“If you look at me.” I pulled our faces apart just enough that I could focus on his face.

“Tonight.” He swallowed. “Tonight can…can I sleep in the cage?”

“Just when I think I couldn’t love you more, you go and say something like that.”