“Anything you want.”
Gideon reached out and touched the puncture marks on Jesse’s neck. He didn’t stroke them. Instead, he placed a fingertip over each hole, and, not looking away, pressed as hard as he could.
Jesse squeezed his eyes shut as Gideon applied pressure to the bruised skin, and his c**k jerked. He wasn’t sure which prompted his reaction—the pain or the clear message. But he tilted his head, groaning when Gideon moved his fingers in a slow circle, digging the tips deeper into his flesh.
“You took it this morning like you used to,” Gideon mused. “We haven’t f****d like that in months.”
Jesse’s ass clenched, and he swayed forward. The movement made the cuffs pull against his balls, and his groin tightened. He ached in ways he could barely remember. “No. We haven’t.”
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