Page 2 of The Year of Us: October

Reese

I was getting ready for work later than night when Cory cornered me in the closet, one hand on either side of the door so there was nowhere for me to go.

“Are you okay with what happened earlier?” he asked.

He was wearing my hoodie.

I fidgeted with the Rolex on my wrist and tilted my head to the side in question. “With which part?”

“You know which part,” he said. “The under-negotiated exhibitionism.”

I tugged a plain black T-shirt over my head and gave him as much of an unimpressed look as I could muster, all things considered.

“You’re well aware of my limits,” I told him. “We talk about them often.”

“I shouldn’t have sprung that on you with an audience.”

“Isn’t an audience kind of the whole point?

” I grabbed a belt off the shelf and laced it through the loops on my jeans.

The leather was soft and worn, smooth beneath my fingers as I tucked the tail through the loops after getting it on.

“And if I had an issue with it, I wouldn’t have gotten on my knees in the first place, and maybe I shouldn’t have.

By the time you came, my coffee was cold. ”

Cory scoffed, feigning offense. “I reheated it for you.”

“Of course, you did, because you’re a good Dom, aren’t you?” I arched a brow, and Cory narrowed his eyes, pushing away from the door and taking a step toward me. His closet—our closet—was a walk-in, but it wasn’t huge, and I had my back against his hanging slacks before I knew it.

“Just a Dom?”

My mouth twitched, desperate to pull up into a smile, but sometimes still too scared to say the words.

“If anything…” I took a step backward, the rod and the hangers jutting into my shoulders. “You should have checked with Kale first.”

“Kale has seen me in far worse stages of undress, and I can say the same for him.” Cory took another step until he was able to grab my wrists and haul me away from his clothes and back toward where I’d originally been standing.

Like there was some kind of homing device in the crook of my neck, he nuzzled his face there, kissing the curve of my throat.

“I don’t have a problem with anything that happened this morning,” I promised, sliding my hands around his waist and pressing our bodies together. “If I did, you would know.”

Cory hummed against my collarbone. “What are your limits today, Reese?”

I closed my eyes, focusing on how perfect his mouth felt on my skin. “Don’t make me late for work.”

He slid his hand down over my fly, grabbing at my still mostly flaccid cock. “I would never.”

I wanted more than anything to lean into the heat of his hand, but I’d already put off getting ready until the very last minute.

I enjoyed Cory’s company and wanted to spend as much time with him as possible, but that sometimes was to the detriment of my own ability to get to my obligations—like work and Morgan—on time.

“If you can’t get yourself under control, I’m going to have to find that cage of yours and put it to good use again,” I warned.

The sound that left his mouth after that was absolutely sinful.

“I thought I was the Dom,” he teased, still working his talented fingers against the growing bulge between my legs.

“Just because you are doesn’t mean I’m not,” I reminded him, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand away.

Cory frowned, pouting at me with a sparkle of mischief in the depths of his blue eyes.

“Did you want me to lock you up before I go?” I asked, glancing at my watch to check the time. I had to leave in five minutes, and I still didn’t have my shoes on.

He hummed, lashes fluttering at the thought.

“You do, don’t you?”

His pupils dilated into massive black pools, and the tip of his tongue worried a spot on the corner of his lower lip.

“I’m probably already too hard to fit,” he said, shoving down his pants to show me his quickly thickening cock.

“Better hurry and get it locked up then, or you’re going to be in a lot of pain when I have to force you into that cage.”

Cory groaned and yanked open the toy drawer, digging around until he found the cage in question.

Even though it had been months since he’d locked himself for me, I still wore the key on a chain around my neck.

It dangled out of my shirt when I bent down to tie my sneakers, and I looked up to find myself eye level with Cory fighting his swollen cock into the device.

Finally, he managed it, and I got close enough that he could use the key on my necklace to lock himself in without me needing to take it off.

I rocked backward and smiled at the sight of his constrained erection.

Then, for good measure, I leaned in close and took him into my mouth.

Precum leaked from his slit, and Cory grabbed my hair with a curse, trying to fuck his nub of a dick into my throat.

He barely reached the back of my tongue like this.

“I have to go to work,” I said, kissing the top of the cage before pushing into a standing position. With my stare steady on his face, I tucked him back into his pants.

“I should lock you up too,” he said, making heart eyes down at my nearly full hard-on.

“You should have.” I took his face into my hands and kissed him hard on the mouth, loving the way his dominance toned down just barely when he was in chastity.

It was moments like these when I recognized the cyclical nature of our relationship, how the dominance and the submission were always there in equal measure, split between us in varying degrees.

“But I have to go now, or I’ll be late.”

“Quit your job,” he suggested.

I laughed.

“I love my job,” I told him. “I love you, but I have to go. Call Kale back if you want. Let him know what happens when his best friend gets too horny and tries to make me late for work.

Cory’s cheeks flushed a violent shade of pink.

“Be good while I’m gone,” I added, kissing him again. “Don’t wait up for me. I’ll take care of you when I get home, either way.”

He swayed on his feet, nodding.

“I love you too, darling,” he whispered, voice cracking on the endearment.