Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76693 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Nolan leaned in and pulled Cam’s thumb into his mouth, giving him an amused wink while he did it. The salty tang of his own precum hit his tastebuds and his cock twitched when Cam hooked his thumb and pressed down on his tongue.
“Damn, that was hot,” Cam whispered, his brown eyes heated. “Are you ready?”
“I’m always ready for you.” Nolan’s eyes flicked to the wheel Cam had placed nearby. “I’m not sure if I’m ready for the Wheel of Misfortune, though.”
Unfortunately, Cam didn’t give him any reassurance. Instead, he led Nolan to the obedience chair and strapped him in. The quick-release nylon straps went over his shins, waist, and chest.
Cam had set the incline of the chair’s back so Nolan was at an angle, neither completely sitting up straight or flat on his back. Next, the two sections where his legs were restrained were pushed wide and locked into place. That position would give Cam easy access.
Nolan lifted his unsecured hands. “What about these?”
With his brow furrowed, Cam walked his sexy, naked ass behind the obedience chair to check. “I can secure them back here to the D-rings.”
Great. Maybe Nolan should’ve kept his big mouth shut.
“Hands behind your head,” Cam ordered.
“That sounds familiar,” Nolan muttered as he raised his arms and offered Cam his wrists. Luckily, the nylon straps were much softer than the metal handcuffs that usually accompanied those words.
If he had to be restrained, doing it for sexual reasons was much more preferred. Especially if done by Cam.
As he circled the chair again, Cam dragged his short fingernails lightly over Nolan’s chest, flicking both nipples before following the path of dark blond hair that led from his navel to his cock.
Cam pumped it a couple times with his fist, then dragged his hot, slick tongue from his ball sack to the crown.
“Head would be perfectly acceptable about now,” Nolan told him under his breath since he wasn’t sure if Hope would mind them conversing.
So far, she hadn’t told them to shut up. And until she did…
“I don’t think head is listed on the Wheel of Misfortune.”
Of course not.
Nolan jerked his chin toward the small, custom wooden wheel attached to a metal stand. “Are you going to show me where it lands first so I can mentally prepare, or am I supposed to go into this blindly?”
“What do you prefer?”
Shit. Nolan wasn’t sure. What would be better? Anticipation or surprise?
He took the easy route. “You decide.”
Cam tipped his dark head in acceptance, then spun the wheel. Nolan’s cock flexed at the ticking sound created by the metal arrow hitting the pins that separated each wedge.
Round and round it goes, where it stops, nobody knows.
He held his breath as the room fell silent, wondering what the outcome was. Would it land on a sex act he considered torture or pleasure? What was torture for some was pleasure for others and vice versa.
Cam turned the wheel so Nolan could see it.
Shit. Fuck. Shit.
Okay, maybe it was better not to know.
It might not have landed on the Wartenburg wheel, where it would feel like tiny needles were pricking his own prick and sensitive sack, but it was almost as bad.
Slapping his family jewels.
He’d been kneed in the nuts once by a woman resisting arrest, and that had been more than enough, thank you very much. Hopefully, this wouldn’t be half as debilitating.
When he met Cam’s eyes, Nolan could see his struggle to keep from either panicking or throwing up. Proof he had also experienced being kicked between the legs.
Nolan wasn’t gagged. He hadn’t even been given a gag order. So he could easily use his safe word. However, he signed up for this.
No matter what, he wanted to please Cam. He also wanted to please Hope. Even so, he couldn’t forget this was supposed to be for his pleasure, too.
“Ready?”
Would he ever be ready for what was about to happen next?
Nolan squeezed his eyes shut and gave a short nod.
Three, two, one…
Nolan struggled to pull oxygen back into his empty lungs after Cam slapped his balls so lightly it could be considered no more than a “love tap.” It was an uncomfortable reminder of just how vulnerable a man was in that area and why protective cups were highly recommended, if not required, while playing sports.
Nolan flinched, then tensed when Cam held up his erection. The next slap had more power behind it and, while it stung a bit, it wasn’t nearly as bad as his balls, thankfully.
He’d vote for a hard dick spanking over a light ball tap any time.
Nolan opened his eyes once more when he heard the wheel spinning again, just in time to see it land on edging. It was an activity that was part of their regular routine, but not to any extreme. Nolan wondered how far Cam would take it since they were putting on a show for their “queen.” He might take it farther than usual.