Chapter 14

Apparently Nigel did, too. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a thin leather strap and snapped it around the base of my shaft. “I know you’re not big into toys,” he said, tightening the cock ring around my thickness. “But if you’ll let me play a bit—”

“Please,” I said again as I thrust against his hands. “Whatever you have in mind, I’m game.”

“A team player, eh?” he asked, tweaking my dick. “I like that in a man.”

When he bent down out of sight, I heard him rummaging through his bags of goodies. I rose up on my elbows to see what he was doing…he tossed a bottle of self-warming lube onto the bed, followed by a clear dildo, curved at one end with a fat ball at the other, two more round knobs behind it about an inch apart. Then a small box that held what looked like breath strips. I picked it up but Nigel plucked it from my hand. “Mine. Lay back. Relax.”

Instead, I fingered the clear beaded dildo. “What’s this for?” I asked.