“Do you?”
She growled. “No, you bastard. I’m going to string you up by your balls.”
“Ooh, kinky. I like it.”
She couldn’t help laughing.
“I suppose you’re not going to give me phone sex now,” Jai whined. “It is T for tonight.”
“You missed it. The speaking clock got very excited. I might have made time jump a few seconds.”
He chuckled. “Can I call you when I get home?”
“Depends what time you’re getting home. Also, I have a long list of clients. I don’t like to keep Brad, Tom or Ethan waiting.”
“In other words, you’re tired and going to sleep.”
Summer heard the sound of water running. “Where are you?”
“In the bathroom,” he whispered. “And no, that’s not me taking a whiz. So how did the reunion go? Fatted calf wheeled out? Did they fall asleep while you were showing them your photographs? How many do you have?”
“Four thousand and fifty-six. That’s not including the clouds. With clouds, I’m up to more than five thousand.”
“Oh god. Can I call you when I get home?”
“Yes.”
She heard him sigh. “I can’t tell you how much I look forward to that. Bye, Summer Girl.”
“Bye, Winter Boy.”
* * * * *
Jai made sure the press snapped him and Krista wrapped in each other’s arms in the club and leaving together in a taxi, but so many people in the club had taken their photos with mobile phones, he might as well not have bothered. The driver had instructions to drop them both off at her house and return for Jai thirty minutes later, but not to pick him up until he was sure no one was watching. Jai had sat on the stairs and waited while Krista and her lover made a lot of noise in bed. Depressing how complicated his life had become.
By the time he got home, it was three in the morning and he was desperate to phone Summer. Except at that time, should he?
Once he’d stripped, washed and cleaned his teeth, he climbed into bed with his phone. Maybe if he texted her first, he’d see if she was awake.
Ready 2 make me cum?
His phone rang. “You really can’t spell, can you?” Summer said.
“Ha ha. Did I wake you?”
“I’m on my knees in the kitchen washing the floor, trying to persuade the mice to make me a dress.”
“Ah, poor Cinders. The ugly stepsisters in bed then?”
“They need their beauty sleep. Well, so do I, but I, for some reason, don’t seem to be able to sleep without the beast snoring at my side. Are you drunk?”
“Why?”
“I don’t have phone sex with men who are drunk.”
“Neither do I. Are you naked?”
“Let me check.”
He laughed. “I wish you had Skype on your phone.”
“I have it on my laptop, which just so happens to be in bed with me, the saucy devil.”
“Oh fuck.” He hadn’t even touched his dick and it hardened. “What’s your user name?”
“Summer dot Dey—that’s spelled D-E-Y.”
“Your name’s Summer Dey?” Bloody hell.
She gave a heavy sigh. “Yes.”
“I love it.” I think I love you.
He found her account on Skype and made the call. Seconds later, Summer’s dragon tattoo filled the screen on his phone.
“Arrgh, I’m being attacked,” he said with a laugh.
She turned and stuck her tongue out.
“Put the laptop somewhere so I can see all of you.” His heart thumped against his ribs.
The screen jostled, then she crawled back to the top of the bed, giving him another view of her tattoo before turning to face him.
“Your hair. Wow,” he muttered. “It looks great. Is that your natural color?”
“Nearly. Hmm, looks like you started without me.”
He chuckled as he propped his phone against a pillow halfway down the bed. “I was like this at the thought of seeing you.”
“Looks very painful. I wish I could kiss it better.”
“I wish you could kiss it better.”
“Wrap your hands around it and stroke it into submission. Be gentle. It’s a beast of very little brain.”
Jai swallowed the lump in his throat. “Show me where you’d like him to be right this minute.”
“Can’t decide.” Summer opened her mouth wide and then spread her legs and ran her finger over the petals of her sex.
She’s wet. His pulse rate shot into a higher gear. “Not sure I can talk at the same time as I do this.” He fisted himself slowly, his gaze fixed on Summer’s fingers.
“I’ll be in charge.” She gave a breathy moan. “Hold tight around the base of your dick and wait until I’ve come. Which won’t be long. Damn. Then I’ll talk you through what to do.”
“Okay.”
He fought not to blink in case he missed something. Her hand on her breast, fingers between her legs, her teeth tugging at her lower lip, her gaze fixed on him. Jai tightened his grasp on his cock and pressed down on his balls with the heel of his hand. Oh god, she’s really wet. The moisture on her fingers dragged a surge of pre-cum from him. When Summer brought her hand from between her legs and licked the tip of one finger, he groaned.
“You too,” she whispered.
While she sucked each of her fingers, so did he. The pull in his gut intensified.
Summer rubbed her clit harder and he stopped breathing because he wanted to hear the little groans and cries coming from the back of her throat. As they grew louder and her fingers moved faster, the need to move his hand up and down his cock intensified.
He gasped as she came undone, his shaky inhale matching her equally shaky exhale.
“Hmmmm,” she whispered. “I feel really bad.”
His stomach lurched. “Why?”
“I’ve just noticed I was being watched.”
“What?” he snapped.
“Winston the dachshund is in the corner. I thought he was asleep but he’s woken up.”
“I refuse to be jealous of a dog.” But he was.
“Make yourself come,” she whispered.
He laughed. “Is that it? All the instruction I get?”
“Do the seventeen times table at the same time.”
“I doubt I could manage the two times table.” He dragged his hand up his cock, easing back on his grip as he reached the sensitive crest and gripping tighter as he reversed direction.
He heard Summer groan. One glance at the screen and he couldn’t look away. She was staring into his eyes. He pumped harder and his dick slid in his fingers, slick with pre-cum. He brought his other hand into play, using one then the other in a slow and steady movement that would keep him from coming for a while. But the muscles in his belly cramped and his balls tingled.
The veins in his cock bulged under his palms. He could scent his arousal. At the top of each dragging pull along his dick, he used his finger and thumb to pinch the head before he wrapped one fist below the other. His breathing faltered as his hands shifted faster.
“Oh god, Jai,” she whispered. “You are so hot. Just keep going for another twenty minutes.”
He let out a strangled laugh. He couldn’t last twenty seconds let alone minutes. He’d been going to play with his balls, but now he didn’t dare. He used just one hand and his movements turned as frenzied as his breathing. A sharp pain spiked in the back of his head, his stomach clenched and he felt the heat of his balls as they exploded. His hips bucked and long, ropey threads of cum erupted over his belly. He kept squeezing his cock until his balls were empty and as he did, he watched Summer smile.
“I wish you were here,” he whispered.
“So do I.”
“I’m too lazy to get up and wash. You could have licked me clean.”
Chapter Twelve
“Jai, wake up, mate.”
He opened blurred eyes to see Brody staring down at him.
“T
here’s a guy at the door waiting to drive you somewhere.”
“What time is it?”
“Four.”
He jerked upright. “In the afternoon?”
Brody laughed. “What do you think?”
Jai tossed the covers to one side and stood up. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it round his waist before he hurried downstairs. Duke lounged against the wall in the hall.
“I’m driving myself,” Jai said.
“My instructions are to transport you. And make sure you’re wearing this.”
Jai looked at the box, a little larger than a glasses case, and felt as if a snake were slithering up his spine. He snatched the box from Duke’s hand, stomped back upstairs and threw it on the bed before he fumbled for his phone.
“On your way?” Saul asked.
Jai stared at the box, knowing he wasn’t going to like what was inside. “I’m driving over. Call and tell Duke. I’ll set off in the next fifteen minutes. I’ve only just woken. I was up half the night with Krista.”
“If you’re tired, let him drive you.”
“I want to drive. I like driving.” Jai winced at the petulant child in his voice.
“Worried about not having your car here? He’ll take you to this wedding on Saturday.”
Oh no he fucking won’t. “There’s no need. I’ll drive myself. Call him.”
Saul sighed. “Fine. Did you get our gift?”
“Yes.”
“I won’t tell Duke to leave until he’s seen you wearing it.”
Jai swallowed hard. “What if I don’t want to wear it?”
“Put it on, Jai.”
Saul ended the call and Jai stood staring at the box.
The sound of a mobile downstairs startled him and broke his gaze. Before the box snagged it again, he walked into the bathroom and let the towel drop from his waist. He stood under the shower with his head bent and his eyes closed, hoping to emerge feeling vaguely human, but knowledge of what was to come shifted his mind to another plane.
He shaved his groin, moving on autopilot, trying to blank his mind of what lay ahead. But his gaze kept drifting to the cabinet that held his pills. He shampooed his hair, cleaned his nails, washed every inch of his body. Once he’d stepped out of the shower, he shaved at the basin, the only time he was forced to look at his face. When he’d finished, he reached for the bottle of paracetamol. No paracetamol inside, but a supply of beta blockers. He almost put them back without opening the bottle.
I tried.
But he couldn’t face what was to come without help. The crazy thing was that Summer had made his anxiety worse. By complying with Saul’s wishes, he wasn’t just letting himself down but Summer as well.
Don’t fucking well blame her because you’re a pathetic, weak little shit.
He swallowed the tablets.
Back in the bedroom, the box sat on his bed like a big fat tarantula. No point pretending he wasn’t going to open it. He flipped the clasp and lifted the lid. Oh fuck.
Inside was what might have passed for a work of art if he hadn’t known better. He picked up a flexible cock cage made of silver twists of metal bent to resemble a dragon, complete with folded-back wings, and attached to a ring by an open padlock.
No key.
He shuddered. How the fuck do I even put this on? Marta had dressed him in cock cages before but never metal ones, only leather. He assumed she had the key, but allowed himself a brief smile, imagining her frustration if she told him she didn’t have one. He wouldn’t be able to have sex with her, which was a plus, but cutting the damn thing off would not be.
His picked up the ring and his hands trembled as he forced his balls and then his cock through. It was a snug fit, not comfortable, and he wasn’t even hard. By the time he had the cage padlocked in place, his cock sitting inside the dragon’s body like some timid Trojan horse, sweat beaded on his forehead. His balls pressed tight against the casing, his dick barely visible between the strands of silver. The head of the dragon curved over his glans, the creature’s mouth open, and he worried he’d be expected to come with the thing on. Was it even possible? Maybe the hole was so he could still piss.
He didn’t bother with shorts. As he suspected, even wearing pants hurt. The outline of the cage was clearly visible. Shit. He left his shirt hanging loose and slipped on his shoes. Why the hell hadn’t he just thrown the thing away?
Yeah, well, he knew why. Duke would have been told to make him put it on and there wouldn’t have been much Jai could do about it. Plus, if he pleased Marta, he had more chance of slipping away in time to get to the wedding. He picked up his bag and his tux, winced as he straightened and went downstairs.
Duke still stood in the hall. The bastard smiled when he saw Jai coming. Jai put his things down and popped his head around the door of the lounge. Brody was working on his laptop.
“I’m off. Won’t be back until sometime on Sunday.”
“Have fun.”
Yeah, right.
Back in the hall, Jai stood in front of Duke and unzipped his pants. The guy reached out and Jai snagged his wrist.
Duke laughed and stepped back. Jai let him go and zipped up.
Jai’s black Lexus was parked in a nearby garage. There wasn’t a lot of point having a car in London but it made him feel better knowing he had a means of escape. Whether that would be driving to the other end of the country or off a cliff would depend on his mood. A thought about Summer surged into his mind and he shoved it away. Something made easier by the pull of the cage on his groin. Thinking about Summer wouldn’t help him cope with what was to come.
He entered Saul and Marta’s address into the sat nav. Perverse wishful thinking had stopped him adding it to his stored locations.
Nine miles. Twenty-seven minutes. That was a laugh. Maybe in the middle of the night with no traffic and no speed cameras, but more like double or even triple that normally. Plus it was now rush hour, though he was in no rush, apart from the need to get this cage off. The one thing he didn’t want to happen was being stopped by the police. He shuddered.
Summer.
How could he not think about her? Even her name made his gut twist. With pleasure or pain? Both. Pleasure in his memory of her, in the way she made him smile, the way she excited him, pain at his betrayal of her trust. The twinge in his cock another reminder. Oh fuck.
She’d changed everything, added another ingredient into the mess that was his life, and he wished beyond belief that it was for the better but how could it be? She would never understand this, never comprehend why he agreed to sex with women and men pushed in his direction by Saul, never understand why he allowed himself to be abused and humiliated and kept coming back for more.
He’d had good reason to agree to do what Saul wanted when it all started. It had been the right choice in an impossible situation. Except now there were even more reasons to continue, purely because he’d let Saul use him that first time. He’d been young and stupid. He’d stepped into the trap and let it tighten around him. Saul could ruin him and his family in an instant. Jai no longer cared about himself, but he cared deeply that his brother Evan not be destroyed and that his parents never discover the truth about that night or what followed.
Jai supposed he should be grateful Saul selected his bedfellows carefully, those with too much to lose if their proclivities were leaked to the press. Not that the idiots saw that. All they had in their sights was that one of the so-called most beautiful men in the world was on his knees sucking their cocks, fucking their wives, letting them do whatever the hell they liked to his body. He had no idea if any of them had ever blabbed. He suspected Saul could blackmail them into keeping quiet.
I’m a slut. How could he even imagine he was good enough for Summer?
As he drove, he spiraled down in a depressingly familiar way. Misery weighed on him like a lead blanket. He needed to take his tablets regularly to avoid these mood swings but it was more important to him to pretend he was normal.
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sp; He’d never been normal.
He thought about his list of reasons to live and reasons to die. He added to it constantly, which sort of proved he didn’t really want to die. Hardly a day passed when he didn’t think about dying and yet since he’d met Summer, he hadn’t thought about it at all. Shit.
Yeah, well he was all talk—or rather, all thought. Plenty of desire but no plans to make anything happen. He was too fucking lazy. Too fucking frightened. He wanted to be felled by a sudden heart attack or brain aneurism or a ten-ton truck. Not have his cock strangled by a silver dragon. Oh god, Summer.
Years ago, when he’d recognized the depth of the pit he was in, he’d been to a doctor, told him how he felt—well, some of it. All the doctor wanted to know was if he was thinking of doing himself harm. Jai said no, but meant yes. The doctor had scribbled in his notes, no doubt covering himself in case Jai ended up drowned in the Thames or bled out in his tub.
But the pills had helped. Both the legal and illegal ones. He’d done the best he could not to get addicted by only allowing himself to take them when Saul needed him to do something Jai preferred not to. Prozac to relieve his depression. Beta blockers to reduce his anxiety. Cocaine to make him alert. Ecstasy to make him not care. Ketamine to make him forget. When times were bad, Jai took too many, combined them in ways that were stupid, dangerous, but sometimes he just couldn’t cope. He let himself get so far out of it, he could forget who he was. How had he even thought he could face this evening without help? And chemical was the only help he’d get.
Maybe he shouldn’t face the evening at all. He could turn round. He could drive to Canterbury, go to the rehearsal dinner, not be Saul’s anymore, not be a model anymore, just be Summer’s. Until Saul told her the truth. Except he didn’t have a key for this cage, did he? He had no choice. He kept driving.
Jai didn’t believe that bullshit about love at first sight. Lust at first sight—yeah. But when their belts had landed in the tray and he’d glanced up and seen a cute face with bright eyes under one of those woolen hats with earflaps and she was glaring, something had shifted inside him. For a change, it hadn’t been his dick. As he’d raced toward the gate, he’d wished he’d had a chance to see her again.
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