Page 74 of Edging Coach
I couldn’t disappoint him.
I closed my eyes and pushed out a breath through my nose.
I’d please him.
There’d be a reward eventually. One that soothed this growing restlessness. Thisalmost.
But more than anything, I wouldn’t disappoint him. I’d do what I was told, and his approval?—
Fucking hell, just thinking about that probably could’ve sent me over the edge hands-free if the cage didn’t have me in such a chokehold.
“Come on, Devon,” I murmured over the slapping and moaning as the men onscreen had started screwing again. I didn’t even know or care what configuration they were in. The only sex I cared about was what I’d hopefully be having with Devon sooner than later.
My phone pinged with a text tone. It took a second for me to focus enough to figure out what that meant and what I should do about it.
Ignore it?
No, it could be Devon.
Or worse, it could be someone from the Grizzlies.
God,please, don’t make me text the GM with my dick in a cage and a toy in my ass.
They’d understand if I didn’t answer right away. A lot of the guys were on vacation right now. So I didn’t have to check the message, never mind answer it.
But… itcouldbe Devon.
My phone was also on the end table, which I couldn’t reach without leaning to one side. I groaned at the thought of whatthat would do to the toy. How the stimulation would drive me higher and make my dick try again to get harder.
The phone pinged again.
If itwasDevon, he wouldn’t be pleased that I’d ignored him.
Holding my breath, I carefully leaned to my left. The stimulation was almost too much, but nothing was keeping me from checking that message.
Good thing, too.
Devon
How are you doing?
I laughed, the sound coming out a bit high and a little drunk. I was a mess, that was how I was doing. And maybe that was what he wanted to know. I went with the simplest, honest answer.
I need you.
But are you okay? The key is there if you need it.
I’m okay. I just need you. Please, Sir.
I could almost see the relieved but wicked grin on his lips. He’d genuinely wanted to know if I was all right, and now that he knew… Fuck. I was in for it, wasn’t I?
I left a pair of clamps by your phone. Put them on your nipples and send me a picture.
I looked at the end table, and sure enough, he’d left an evil-looking pair of alligator clamps beside where my phone had been charging.
“Fucking Christ,” I muttered. “Seriously?” Just leaningtoward the table again was going to kill me. Putting those on too?
My phone pinged again.
