Chapter Five

Apollo

You got this. Yeah, you sexy thing.

I worked to project what I hoped was confidence, now the drama was over. Or as over as it could be because I'd recognized a couple of those men who tried to nab Red. They were from our old pride. I'd bet my last dollar on it, even if the screen was grainy and the picture quality wasn't perfect for seeing close details. I'd recognize those lowlives anywhere.

"You wanna see what else is in the bag?" Glass's voice was squeaky, like he'd swallowed a rubber toy. He glanced back at the monitors.

Did he think I'd asked to stay here to watch the tiny screens? Everyone else had things in hand. Couldn't he see that?

"I do." How many times did I need to say it?

He reached for the bag he'd dropped. His chest inflated as he drew in a breath, held it and then slipped a hand inside.

Then, I was the one holding my breath. That would be because of the thing he brought out. "W-what's t-that?" Stuttering, that was really cool!

His eyes twinkled in the light. It was that pure, devilish light that said I was in trouble. "These are a set of special cuffs for the ankles." He flicked them and the long piece of leather holding them together released. "Come here."

Something about him changed and I couldn't refuse, even if I'd wanted to. Not that I did. The drama on screen had been the only thing to quell my raging hard-on, but now it was back to raising like a flag up a flagpole at thoughts of those leather cuffs touching my skin.

I stopped in front of him, and he parted his muscled thighs, the bag placed on the seat I'd vacated, the cuffs on his lap.

"I think it's time we lost these pants, don't you?"

It might have come out like a question but it wasn't. He was already sliding my sweats down my legs. "Step up." Again, not a question.

Sweats off and on the floor, I watched him look at the underwear that wasn't doing anything to contain my cock. He ran a finger over the wet band where I leaked against the fabric. Then he brought the same finger to his mouth and sucked it inside. He licked it clean.

"You taste…" he smacked his lips together, holding my stare, "delicious."

My cock jerked at the way he said it, all deep and growly. If he didn't hurry up, I had the feeling he'd get splattered in cum any minute now.

As if I'd fed him my thoughts, his lips formed into a wicked smile and he shook his head. "Oh no, you don't get to come until I say you can."

"What?" I said, blinking at him like he'd lost his mind.

He reached for the damn bag again, and this time out came something that was all straps. When his gaze dropped to my pushy cock that was begging for whatever my stalk wanted to give me, I groaned. "You can't put that on there."

His chuckle was dirty. "I can and I will. You're my mate." His confidence should have been off-putting.

Was it?

Fuck no, and that was just crazy. It appeared I was a slave to my rhubarb.

Before I could think on how that made me feel, my boxer briefs were down by my ankles and he had trussed up my cock and balls in quick, expert fashion. I gulped as I looked down at how my cock was turning a deep red and my balls protruded from my body.

He growled. "Look at how pretty your cock looks wearing my leather."

Okay, I could get on board with that. When he dropped the cuffs to the ground and got down on his knees in front of me, I thought I was going to fall over with my weakened legs, or worse, faint and miss out.

His large hands held onto my hips, and he came forward. "Watch," he demanded in the way too hot, growly voice.

As if I could look away as he licked down my throbbing length. My balls ached as they tried to expand against the leather, the soft smoothness adding to the thrill. His gaze held mine as he snaked his tongue around the head, finishing with a flick at the slit. My knees clunked together, and I felt my bottom get sticky right as Glass's left hand slid over my ass cheek. One finger ran down the crease of my ass as Glass opened wide and sucked my full length into his mouth. His tongue twirled over my length as a thick digit breached me.

I thrust my head back and roared my frustration when my balls fought against the leather, my cock cinched too tight to give me any relief as Glass hollowed his cheeks and my dick hit his tonsils. He swallowed repeatedly while the digit in my ass got to work on something that made my eyes cross and wish to the heavens he'd stop and untie me. Only that vied with the other part of me that wanted him to never stop, because the intense feelings flooding me made me feel more alive than I ever had.

Holy fuck! I need more.

I've got plenty more for you, my sweet tasting lion.

Oh, did that sound like a threat?

Did I want it too?

Of course you do. You're my perfect mate.

Yeah, I liked the sound of that.

I gasped, groaned, and begged as I held his gaze, my legs shaking as he kept on sucking and fucking my ass until I was a gibbering mess.

"Nooooo," I cried out when the hand teasing my ass moved away. Thankfully, deft fingers immediately reached under my balls and a second later, my junk was freed.

If I wanted my revenge on my pride, I delivered in spectacular style as I roared hard enough my throat hurt and in my head shouted I'm comingggggg all over you, my dominant stalk.

Cock spurting hard enough my vision turned white, my balls felt four times the size as they offloaded all over Glass's face and chest. My legs finally gave way, and I lurched forward blindly, attempting to poke Glass in the eye with my still hard cock. Gasping, I landed over his shoulder as a hand came up and stroked my ass cheek.

"So naughty," he murmured in a dirty tone, then my balls gave a valiant attempt to give more when Glass's large hand spanked me hard enough to make it sting. Back to groaning, I felt all the fiery sensations from my toes to the tip of my once more throbbing cock. More spurts that hurt my balls and then my brain decided to short circuit.

Nothing.

Nada.

White noise.

Utter bliss!