Page 22 of Their Pup to Tame

Every time he rolled his hips, his thigh brushed against my cock, immediately followed by another hard suckle that sent more pleasure pouring south. Every groan, every growl, heightened what I felt, until their movements started growing ragged and out of control. His, mine, we were both on the edge…

Then he whimpered and released my nipple from his mouth.

I’d have cursed if it weren’t for the gag, as total sensation stoppage meant the edge of paradise slipped further away.

“He’s clean,” Aspen announced. “And he didn’t come.”

“Not for lack of trying,” Phoenix grumbled, sounding as wrecked as I felt.

“Which means it’s my challenge next,” Aspen declared, something I should have considered when I was pulling the whole whipped cream bit out of my ass.

He’d try to one-up it. We’d already laid down the gauntlet, so to speak, even if it had been in the form of an invisible glove.

“Your challenge involves this feather,” Aspen declared, plucking it off the coffee table where it had been half hidden by the cellophane packaging our toys had been wrapped in. “And this blindfold.”

Damn, how many things did he have hidden beneath that cellophane?

“The rules are simple,” Aspen explained as he approached with the blindfold.

The fucker knew how much I loved them and sensory play of any kind. Fucking hell, I couldn’t have planned a more perfect game if I’d spent a month working on the campaign.

“Still green?” he asked before touching me with it.

I’d have told himas green as Kermit’s assif I could have, but since I couldn’t say fuck all, I had to settle for nodding enthusiastically, then holding still so he could put the blindfold on me.

“Are you having fun?” he murmured, lips so close I felt them ghost along my ear.

I nodded before the cloth blotted out the light, and I felt his fingers smoothing it so that there was no way I could peek.

“Since you can only touch him with the feather, it will be up to you to use the rest of your senses to tell if you’re tickling him or tormenting him. Make him come and you lose the challenge.”

“Aw, come on, why does me not coming always have to be part of it?” Phoenix groused.

“Because every challenge has to have at least two parts,” Aspen explained. “In this case, there are three since, Phoenix, you are not to make a sound. Not one single peep. No giggles, no sighs, and absolutely none of those sexy groans you were letting out while I was blowing you. I bet the vibration drove him wild while you were sucking him.”

Being reminded of those vibrations prompted my cock to twitch, which I was sure he knew, since he was the true evil human in the room.

“Let’s just make a few adjustments.”

I wished I could see what he was doing, because it was impossible to visualize without any sounds to accompany it. I wondered if he was adjusting the clamps on Phoenix or playing with the weights again. Phoenix truly got aroused off having his nipples toyed with, which I would’ve promptly done right from the jump if I could see anything.

Now I had to hope that I got lucky and that it prompted enough of a reaction from him for me to know to keep going. If there were actual rules to the game, I might have protested the part about him not being able to make any noise, because without touch or sight, figuring out what to do wasn’t going to be easy.

“There, artfully arranged for your muse,” Aspen declared. “There’s just one thing I need to add.”

Of course there was.

I waved the feather in the direction his voice had come from and was rewarded with music pulsing from his goddamned phone.

Seriously, that had to be a rules infraction if there ever was one. That fucker hadn’t chosen something soft, either, oh no, not him. He’d gone for the top echelon of stripper songs with “Closer,” otherwise known as “I Wanna Fuck You Like an Animal,” to drown out any sounds Phoenix accidentally made.

“No one said it would be easy,” Aspen said, voice by my ear again as he turned me, I hoped, toward Phoenix and wasn’t just fucking with me.

How the hell was I even supposed to tell when I made contact if I couldn’t… Ohh…the feather bent when I collided with something solid. A couch or flesh was anyone’s guess, but I eased up until I only felt a little resistance and then dragged it over what I hoped was skin.

When the feather twitched, I knew I was touching Phoenix and not the upholstery, so I reversed directions and felt another twitch.

Tickling or tormenting?