Page 147 of His Fatal Love
“They can learn a thing or two.” But when I try to cool it, he sighs, “The cameras are off, Leo. I turned them off myself before we came out here. I’m trying to beromantic.”
“Is that what this is?” I chuckle. I have the week off, and Julian’s taking full advantage. Al Montanari has picked up his game with me as competition, and Sandro wants to try him out down at the docks again, which meant yours truly gets some paid vacation time.
No complaints from me.
“Maybe you’ll be more interested in this,” Julian says with a wicked smile, and takes my hand. I feel something cold press into my palm, and when I look down, I see a key.
Not a key.Hiskey. The key to his cock cage.
I look up again, trying to read his expression as he stares back. Julian Castellani is still an enigma to me in many ways, but I’ve come to understand at least some of his inner workings. To know him and to love him despite—or maybe because of—his darkness.
“I want you to have it.” He curls my fingers around it. “A symbol of my trust in you. And my love. Not exactly traditional, but…” He shrugs. “I’m yours, Leo. Forever.”
I know what this key means to Julian. I’ve always felt like that strange trinket shows the contradictions of the man. He wears a cock cage—but he’s always held onto the key. Now he’s giving it to me. A visible sign of possession and control.
A sign oftrust.
“I’ll keep it safe,” I promise. “Always.”
Julian’s lips curve. He pulls me down for a kiss, hungry and deep. I can taste his longing, his need—and something more. Seeds of sentiment only recently taking root in his ruthless heart.
“Sure there are no cameras?” I mutter, nosing down his neck.
“Sure as I can be.”
We’re right out in the open, but living with Julian has turned me bold. Like he always says, who’s going to stop us? So I pull back a little and take his face in my hand. “Then get those clothes off,” I tell him. “I want to play with my new toy.”
He strips off without another word, and my eyes go straight to his cock, tucked away neatly in its case of gold. “God, you’re pretty,” I sigh, stroking along the shaft.
“Wait till you see my other surprise.” He pulls me over to one of the redwoods at the edge of the grove. At least we’re not deep into it, not anywhere near the memorial plaque to his mother. I suggested putting one in, and Julian liked the idea.
“Other surprise?”
He leans up against the tree, spreading his legs, looking back at me over his shoulder. “I wonder what in the world it could possibly be?” he says, deadpan.
I step closer, run my hand up his inner thigh, over the plump crease of his ass, and find the heavy base of a plug. “Mm,” I grunt. “Nice.”
“I’m glad you like it.”
I grin as I kneel between his legs, running my tongue along the ridges of the plug.Julian. My boyfriend, my lover, my partner and plaything…my sexy psychopath, never officially diagnosed...
He’s everything to me. And right now, I’m feeling incredibly possessive.
I grip his ass, pulling his cheeks wide. “Trying to decide if I want to eat you or fuck you,” I sigh.
Julian grins. “How about both? Fuck me first. Then you can eat me.”
“You dirty boy,” I say, standing again. “Yeah. Let’s do that.” I tug at the handle of the plug inside him, and with a small gasp from him, it starts to come free. With my other hand, I fish out my dick from my pants. I’m already half-hard for him, and I guide his hand to my cock, make him play with me while I take my time teasing out his plug. By the time it’s out, I’m rock hard. “Open wide,” I tell him, planting his hands on his asscheeks. He pulls them open for me, shoulder to the tree for balance, and I sink into his hole, feel him squeeze down on me.
“You’re so much better than the plug,” he pants, pressing his heels into the ground. He lets go of his ass and grabs the tree, muscles tensing up. “Come on. Give it to me.”
I push deeper, and his hips lift, pushing back into me. I hold still, just feeling him around me, the slick heat of his insides wrapping around my cock. God, I love him.
I don’t take it easy on him. I fuck in hard, taking his breath away with every thrust, forcing him to arch and press back onto me. His mouth opens, and he gasps out my name.
“Say it,” I demand. He knows what I mean.
“Fuck. Fuck.Fuck. Leo, I’m going to come...”