"I doubt that," Jael disagreed but he was already turning away.
He stopped at a table a short distance away, and took something out of his pocket. "If he manages to break free, I want you to grab this and shoot him with it."
At Caspian’s horrified expression, Jael explained further. "It’s just to sedate him... Although I doubt a bullet would do any real harm."
The second part was muttered to himself as he started for the door.
Caspian left a growling Asher behind to catch up with Jael before he could leave, concern in his eyes.
"Are you going to leave Asher down here all night?" He asked.
Jael glanced past the Omega to his Mafia King strapped down to a metal chair.
He had been very much planning to do that.
He couldn’t very well tell Caspian that he’d been planning to camp down here with Asher all night.
"I’ll prepare a room to contain him," He said instead.
Jael wanted to ask more questions, like how Caspian planned to live with this constantly, but Asher was starting to get impatient behind them, metal groaning loudly as he strained against them.
"Thank you," Caspian gratefully tossed at him, as he hurried back to Asher’s side.
Asher calmed down somewhat when he got closer, and Jael would rather not have to leave Caspian all alone in here.
But he would also rather not be privy to whatever the Omega had planned. Besides, he had other things to deal with.
Caspian tuned out the sound of the door closing, perching lightly on Asher’s legs as he smoothed the Alpha’s hair back.
"I’m right here, I’m not leaving," He reassured him softly, beaming when Asher leaned into his touch.
Caspian wanted to scold the Alpha, because if he hadn’t tried to fix everything by himself like he always did, they wouldn’t be in this situation.
He undid the rest of his buttons and parted his shirt, although he knew that it wouldn’t fix his overheating problem, it was sure to make him feel a bit better.
Caspian eyed the heavy chains with disapproval, upset at the way they dug into Asher’s skin.
The one around his neck upset him the most, his small glitter-tipped fingers trailing over it.
He looked up to find Asher staring right at him, his burning eyes searching.
"Jael has to find a less hurtful way to hold you down," He complained to the Alpha, pressing a kiss to his jaw.
He wished he could kiss Asher, but the scar on his shoulder reminded him exactly why the Alpha needed to be gagged like that.
Caspian slowly got off his legs, they were bound up to his knees with chains to each metal chair leg, parting his legs.
He didn’t waste any time reaching for Asher’s belt, saying nothing because he feared he would drool from excitement.
It had already been two weeks and then some, and the most he had gotten from Asher in that space of time was a single proper kiss.
Granted, the doctor recommended no sex for a month but did it count if Asher was tied down?
All thoughts about medical reports and Brianna’s advice were wiped away when he freed Asher’s dick.
He was transfixed by it, comfortably settled on his knees in between the Alpha’s legs.
Caspian would have never tagged himself as someone into bondage, especially when he wasn’t the one getting tied up.
But his blood was rushing a little too fast in his veins, his hands trembling, impatient.
The image Asher painted chained down didn’t help his desperation, feeling like he would melt underneath his focused stare.
Caspian stroked him experimentally, noting that he had successfully distracted Asher from trying to break free, the Alpha tensing up for a different reason.
He wanted to taste Asher on his tongue but he would probably be here all night.
If the Alpha fucked him unconscious on an average night, he was a little worried about his stamina now that he was in rut.
A little worried and mostly excited.
Using both of his hands to create a tube of sorts, he stroked him slow and firm from hilt to tip, glancing up when Asher hissed.
That made him slow down even further, concern written on his face. "Did that hurt? Should I stop?"
A clear groan of frustration was the response he got, making him get back to the hand job with a small apology.
He couldn’t believe he had asked that like Asher could respond, his eyes still completely out of focus.
Caspian refocused on his task, speeding up his pace.
He hungrily eyed every drop of precum that accumulated on Asher’s red-tinged tip, visibly disappointed each time he had to use it as lube instead of licking it up like he would much rather do.
Asher’s mid-section and thighs were the only parts of him not strapped down so he could chase the feeling of please, hips thrusting up.
Caspian sped up even further, his pupils blown out as he watched Asher grit his teeth, his fangs sharp against the backdrop of the black leather in his mouth.
Although he was on his knees in front of Asher, he felt powerful. Being able to bring Asher this much pleasure with a simple flick of his wrist, made his middle warm.
He found himself watching Asher closely, slowing down and easing his tight grip when the Alpha threw his head back.
That made Asher stare down at him, and Caspian could swear he was more lucid, the exasperation in his eyes making him giggle.
"I’m just trying to tire you out," He glibly explained, resting his head on Asher’s thigh with a dazed smile as he started out slow again.
Asher straining against the chains hard enough to make them creak only made him laugh.
"Now, now, don’t be mad, you’ll only hurt yourself." He leaned closer to caress his face.
Cruelly teasing Asher in their current situation was probably the worst idea yet but Caspian found it difficult to be scared of the Alpha.
Besides, when next would he get the chance to do this?