Chapter 4: The First Public Outing
Enn stared at the thin, silver-linked leash in Kael’s hand, a cold knot tightening in his stomach. It was delicate, almost jewelry-like, with a small clasp that glittered under the penthouse lights.“Absolutely not,” he said, his voice flat.
Kael didn’t argue. He simply closed the final distance between them and fastened the clasp to the sturdy ring at the front of Enn’s black leather collar.The metallic click was final. He gave the leash a gentle, testing pull, and Enn’s head moved with it, a flush of humiliation heating his face. His tail, still perfectly groomed from the night before, bristled.
“Public decorum is paramount for our kind,” Kael said, his tone conversational as he wound the excess leash around his wrist. He was already dressed in a tailored charcoal suit, his own black ears neatly groomed, a picture of aristocratic composure. “You have a tendency toward… unpredictable movement.This is merely a guide. A reminder of where you belong.” His dark eyes held Enn’s. “Next to me.”
The rooftop restaurant was a glass-enclosed fantasy sixty stories above the city’s pulsating grid. The twilight was a deep bruise purple, bleeding into orange at the horizon. Inside, the air was warm, scented with rosemary, seared meat, and the cloying sweetness of expensive perfume.Crystal glasses chimed.Low laughter bubbled around them.
Kael’s associates were older, sleek-furred hybrids and polished humans whose smiles didn’t reach their eyes. Their conversations were a dance of implied deals and veiled insults Enn barely understood. He sat stiffly in his own suit, the leather of his collar a familiar weight, the new, slender weight of the leash trailing from it to Kael’s wrist, resting on the white linen tablecloth like a shared secret.
He picked at his food, a beautifully arranged sculpture of flavors he couldn’t taste. His ears rotated, tracking snippets of conversation about shipping lanes and territorial disputes, while his entire being was focused on the warm, solid presence of Kael’s thigh pressed against his own under the table.Then the touch changed.
Kael’s hand, previously resting on his own knee, drifted. It landed on Enn’s thigh, high up, just shy of his groin.Enn froze, his fork hovering mid-air. Kael was leaning forward, making a pointed remark about quarterly projections, his face a mask of polite interest. His fingers, though, began a slow, insistent kneading through the fine wool of Enn’s trousers.
A hot jolt shot straight to Enn’s cock. He swallowed hard, his gaze fixed on his plate.He couldn’t look at anyone. Kael’s thumb stroked a lazy circle.The conversation swirled around them, a meaningless drone.Enn’s breathing shallowed. His ears, which had been lying back, twitched violently.
“Don’t you agree, Enn?” one of the women asked, her voice cutting through his panic.
Kael’s fingers squeezed, a silent warning. “My husband finds business discussions a bit dry,” Kael interjected smoothly, his hand sliding inward, palming the firming length of Enn through his pants. “Don’t you, darling?”
Enn managed a stiff nod, a desperate, silent plea in his eyes he knew Kael saw and ignored.The touch was relentless. Kael worked him with a confident, rhythmic pressure, his conversation never faltering. He rubbed the heel of his hand against the head of Enn’s cock, now fully hard and trapped painfully in his dress pants. Pre-cum soaked the fabric, a damp patch Kael’s thumb smeared.
Enn’s knuckles were white where he gripped the table’s edge. A low, choked sound escaped him as Kael’s fingers found the exact spot, the perfect rhythm. Pleasure, white-hot and shameful, coiled in his guts.He was going to come. Right here, in this temple of money and manners, surrounded by strangers. His tail lifted involuntarily, thumping once against his chair leg before he forced it still.He was on the edge, teetering. His hips gave a tiny, helpless buck into Kael’s hand. The world narrowed to that point of contact, the stifling heat, the sound of his own ragged breath in his ears.
“I think we’ll have the chocolate tartufo,” Kael announced, his voice a calm island in the storm raging under the table.And he took his hand away.The sudden absence was a physical shock. Enn flinched, a wave of nausea and aching, denied release washing over him. He sat there, throbbing and wet and utterly ruined, as dessert menus were passed around. Kael casually reached for his wineglass, the hand that had just violated him lifting the crystal to his lips. He took a sip, his expression one of mild contentment. Under the table, his foot nudged Enn’s ankle, a tiny, possessive gesture.
The leash felt heavier on the walk out, a visible tether as Kael led him through the gleaming lobby, nodding politely to the maître d'. Enn walked in a daze of unmet need and simmering resentment, his body a live wire.
The car was a silent, black limousine, its partition raised. As soon as the door shut, sealing them in the dark, perfumed interior, Kael pulled on the leash, forcing Enn off the plush seat and onto his lap. The position was awkward, dominant, Enn straddling Kael’s thighs in the confined space.
“You were so good,” Kael murmured, his breath hot against Enn’s ear.“Sitting there, taking it. Letting me play with you.” His hands went to Enn’s belt, undoing it with quick, efficient tugs.“But you don’t get to finish until I say. And I say now.”
He pushed Enn’s trousers and briefs down to his knees, freeing his aching, flushed cock. Then he unzipped his own fly, freeing his erection, thick and already leaking. He didn’t bother with preparation, just spat into his palm, slicked himself roughly, and guided Enn down.The burn was sharp, intense. Enn gasped, his head falling forward onto Kael’s shoulder as he was impaled, taken in one brutal, claiming slide. He was too tight, the stretch bordering on pain, but it was obliterated by the overwhelming sense of fullness, of being owned in the most primal way.
“Ride me,” Kael growled, his hands gripping Enn’s hips, fingers digging in. “Show me how much you needed this.”
Enn moved, a clumsy, desperate rhythm fueled by the frustration of the dinner and the raw, carnal hunger Kael always unlocked in him. The car’s suspension rocked gently with their motion.Outside, the city lights blurred into neon streaks. The driver up front, unseen and silent, was a ghost, a witness who didn’t matter. This was between them. This was Kael’s world, and Enn was just living in it, fucking himself on his husband’s cock like a thing designed for it.
“That’s it,” Kael grunted, his composure shattered, his own breath coming in harsh pants. He thrust up to meet Enn’s movements, driving deeper. “Take it all, you greedy little wolf.This is what you are.Mine.To use. To fuck.”
The crude words, the filthy truth of them, sparked something volatile in Enn. He wasn’t just taking it; he was chasing it, his own neglected orgasm a wildfire in his spine. He bounced harder, forcing Kael deeper, his own cock trapped between their bodies, rubbing against Kael’s shirt with every slam.Kael’s hand fisted in his hair, yanking his head back. “Come for me,” he commanded, his voice ragged. “Now.”
It was the permission, the order, that broke him. Enn’s body seized, a silent scream tearing through him as his orgasm ripped him apart. He came in hot, helpless stripes across Kael’s chest, his inner walls clamping down on Kael’s cock in rhythmic, milking spasms.
Kael swore, a harsh, guttural sound, and drove up once, twice more, stilling deep as he found his own release. Enn felt the hot rush filling him, the ultimate, claiming mark.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their labored breathing and the muted hum of the city outside. Enn slumped against him, boneless, spent, the leash still connecting his collar to Kael’s limp wrist.
Kael’s arms came around him, not in passion now, but in something softer, encompassing. He nuzzled the sensitive base of Enn’s gray ear. “Mine,” he whispered, the word no longer a threat, but a settled, undeniable truth. He stroked Enn’s back, his tail, with a tenderness that felt more disorienting than the sex.
Enn didn’t have the strength to fight it. He closed his eyes, buried his face in Kael’s neck, and let the moving car lull him into a state beyond thought, where the only real things were the scent of Kael’s skin and the slow, satisfied beat of the heart against his own.