15. Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Mason

I watch Iris saunter out of the room from my place on the armchair in the sitting room, the soft notes of her humming fading as she disappears down the hallway. Looking back to Elijah, I can't help but chuckle at the combination of frustration and intrigue dancing in his eyes.

"Your wife is..." he starts, trailing off as if unable to find the right words.

"Utterly captivating? Dangerously brilliant? A delicious enigma wrapped in designer clothes and killer heels?" I offer, smirking. "Trust me, I know."

Elijah lets out a huff that might be laughter or exasperation—possibly both. "I was going to say 'completely insane', but sure, let's go with your flowery descriptions."

I'm about to retort when Iris breezes back into the room, her emerald eyes glittering with mischief. "Darling," she purrs, her voice like honey laced with arsenic, "I need you to keep our guest quiet for a bit."

Both Elijah and I raise an eyebrow at her statement, mirror images of curiosity and suspicion. She shrugs nonchalantly, as if what she's about to say is the most natural thing in the world. "The lead detective on the case I'm consulting for is coming over for a meeting.” She waves a hand in Elijah’s direction. “Figure it out. Choke him on your cock or something."

A bark of laughter escapes me before I can stop it. "If I didn't suspect he'd bite it off, I might consider it," I reply, eyeing Elijah's clenched jaw. "But I rather like my cock where it is, thank you very much."

Iris rolls her eyes playfully before turning away. "Fine, be boring then. Just make sure he stays quiet. I can't have the detective hearing any... unexpected noises during our meeting."

I can't help but shake my head in amused disbelief as I watch Iris saunter back out of the room, her heels clicking confidently against the marble floors. The sheer audacity of what she's proposing—inviting a detective into our home while we have a bound and naked District Attorney just a floor away—is breathtaking. And yet, I find myself utterly unsurprised. This is Iris, after all. My brilliant, dangerous, utterly unpredictable wife. It's moments like these that remind me why I fell in love with this amazing, reckless woman.

"She can't be serious," Elijah mutters, his voice filled with incredulity and perhaps some grudging admiration.

I stand and turn to him, a wry smile tugging at my lips. "Oh, she's deadly serious," I assure him. "And that, my dear Elijah, is what makes her so magnificent."

His brow furrows, those icy blue eyes studying me intently. "You're really going to let her do this? Bring a detective here? Now?"

I chuckle, moving towards the ornate chest tucked away in the corner of the room. "Let her?" I echo, my tone laced with amusement. "I learned long ago that one doesn't 'let' Iris do anything. She's a force of nature, unstoppable and glorious."

My fingers trail over the intricate carvings on the chest's lid as I continue. "Besides, the thrill of it all—the danger, the proximity to discovery—it's intoxicating, isn't it?"

I glance back at Elijah, noting the way his pupils dilate slightly, the quickening of his breath. Oh yes, he feels it too, even if he'd never admit it.

Elijah's tongue darts out to wet his lips. "You could always just let me go," he suggests, a hint of his usual sass creeping back into his tone. "Hard to make noise if I'm not here, after all."

I chuckle. "Nice try, pretty boy. But I'm afraid that's not an option. No, we need something a bit more... immediate."

Opening the chest, I'm greeted by an array of toys and implements, each one carefully chosen and exquisitely crafted. My eyes roam over leather cuffs, silken ropes, gleaming metal clamps, and instruments designed to bring both pleasure and pain in equal measure. But today, I have a specific item in mind.

My hand closes around the ball gag. The straps are soft but sturdy, designed for extended wear without causing undue discomfort. The ball itself is sizeable—large enough to muffle any sound effectively, but not so big as to strain the jaw painfully. It's one of our favorites, sturdy enough to muffle even the loudest screams.

"Now then," I say, turning back to Elijah with the gag dangling from my fingers. "As much as I'd love to stuff that smart mouth of yours with my cock, I think we both know that would end badly for me. So we'll have to settle for this instead."

Elijah's jaw clenches, a muscle ticking beneath the skin. His eyes dart between my face and the gag, a war of emotions playing out in those icy depths. Defiance, fear, and beneath it all, a flicker of something else—anticipation, perhaps?

Stopping just inches from him, I can feel the heat radiating off his skin. His chest rises and falls with quick, shallow breaths, pupils dilating as I bring the gag closer to his face.

"Now," I purr, voice low and sinful, "are you going to be a good boy and open up for me? Or do I need to make you?"

There's a moment of tense silence, a battle of wills played out in the minuscule space between us. Then, slowly, almost imperceptibly, Elijah parts his lips.

"Good choice," I murmur, a smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth.

I press the ball against his lips, watching intently as they stretch around it. Elijah's brow furrows slightly at the intrusion, a small noise of discomfort escaping him as I push it fully into his mouth.

"There we go," I say softly, fastening the straps behind his head. "Perfect."

I step back to admire my handiwork. The black leather straps frame Elijah's face perfectly, accentuating his sharp cheekbones and the strong line of his jaw. His lips are stretched wide around the ball, saliva already gathering at the corners of his mouth. His chest heaves with quick, shallow breaths, nostrils flaring as he adjusts to breathing around the intrusion.

"Beautiful," I murmur, more to myself than to him.

I can't help but imagine how he'd look with my cock in his mouth instead of the gag. Those plush lips wrapped around my shaft, cheeks hollowed as he sucks. The image is so vivid I can almost feel the wet heat of his mouth, the velvet slide of his tongue. A shiver of desire runs through me at the thought.

My gaze travels lower, taking in the taut muscles of his chest and abs, still marked with the dried evidence of his earlier release. And to his cock, which had begun to soften after Iris left, now hard again. It juts out proudly from between his thighs, flushed and straining.

A smirk tugs at my lips. "Looks like someone's enjoying this more than they'd care to admit," I purr, trailing a finger along the underside of his length.

Elijah jerks in the restraints, a muffled noise escaping from behind the gag. His eyes flash with defiance, but he can't hide the way his cock twitches at my touch.

"Ah ah," I chide gently, withdrawing my hand. "None of that now. You've already been quite naughty this morning, coming without permission. Don't think I've forgotten about that."

I lean in close, my lips brushing the shell of his ear as I whisper, "I have such delightful plans for your punishment tomorrow. But for now..."

My hand wraps around his cock, giving it one long, slow stroke from base to tip. Elijah's whole body shudders, a strangled moan barely audible behind the gag.

"For now," I continue, my grip tightening slightly, "you're going to stay here, hard and aching, while Iris and I go about our day. And you're going to be a good boy and stay quiet, aren't you?"

I punctuate my words with another stroke, twisting my wrist just so as I reach the sensitive head. Elijah's hips buck, seeking more friction. But I've already stepped away, leaving him trembling and unfulfilled. His muffled whimpers fade as I walk across the room to the sitting area, where stacks of legal files await my attention.