Craving the Knot by Sean Michael CHAPTER THREE

“Are you listening to me?” my boss shouts, and no. No, I’m really not. I’m thinking about Kalos, those starry eyes, that impossibly gigantic cock.

“I swear to god, Stevie,”—fuck, I hate that nickname—“I am five seconds from firing your goddamned ass!”

I force myself not to snarl, but he must be able to see how little I care, because he starts screaming, berating me at the top of his fucking lungs.

I’ve had enough. I can get another job.

“Fuck this.”

I throw my name tag on the floor, grab my bag, and leave.

I just leave.

I’m at the gym before I start hyperventilating.

I’m sitting on a bench, head between my legs when someone comes in, whistling away. The whistling stops abruptly. “Steve? Hey, you okay, man?” It’s Matt.

“No.” No, I’m nowhere near okay. Not at all.

Matt sits next to me, hand landing on my shoulders. “Okay. Talk to me.”

“He screamed at me again. I quit.” I can’t believe it, but I did. I fucking quit.

“Oh wow. Good for you! No, seriously. You were miserable there and he treated you like crap. Good on you for standing up for yourself.” Matt gives my shoulder a clap and a squeeze.

“Yeah. I need to start job hunting. Now.” Like right this second.

“How about you come with me to the club? I was going to work out first, but I’m great with just going straight to the club.”

“I can’t. I have to get a job.” God, I want to. I want to know if Kalos is there.

“I don’t mean to be a bitch, but you’re in no shape to go job hunting. Like honestly. Come with me now, and I’ll help you with your resume tomorrow.”

“What if he’s not there?” I don’t say his name, but Matt clearly knows who I’m talking about.

“I swear to you, he’ll be there.”

“Yeah?” I want to believe, good or bad. I so want to believe that he’s waiting for me, that he wants me.

“Trust me. He’ll be there. I’d lay even money he’s waiting for you to come back and wishing you’d done it sooner.”

Is it weak to say yes? It’s been such a shitty day. I dream about Kalos at night, I think about him during the day, and I want him now.

“Come on.” Matt stands and grabs his phone. “I’m calling us an Uber.”

I stand, too, grabbing my bag. I’m going to burn this stupid shirt. I never want to wear it again.

“Good man. Let’s go.” Matt leads the way and we head out. Amazingly the Uber is already there, like this was meant to be. “In you go. You have to be aching for him. It’s been a whole week.”

I am not going to confirm or deny that. So I don’t say anything. I just climb into the car.

We head off, and Matt whispers, “I have your back, buddy. It’s okay.”

I’m not sure if he means regarding the job or the club, but either way, I do appreciate it. He’s proven to be a good friend. I nod and then lean into the window, trying to rest. The cold glass feels good against my skin.

Before I know it, we’re there and Matt’s getting out, offering me his hand.

“Come on, buddy. He’ll fix it.”

“Only a job can fix this…” I just wish it didn’t have to be another shitty job where I’ll stand out like a sore thumb and people will only see a dumb jock they can treat like shit.

“You’ll see.” I wish I felt as sure as he sounds.

We go in and up to the thirteenth floor. We don’t even stop at the desk so say hi. Richie buzzes us right through. I don’t know how he can tell, maybe it’s the miserable, defeated look on my face.

When we go through the doors, Kalos is right there like he’s waiting for me. I don’t know if Matt texted ahead or what, but I really don’t care either. Without a word, he opens his arms. And like an idiot, I run, right into the strong arms. I need this, which is stupid but it’s true.

He wraps his arms around me, his mouth dropping over mine. The kiss is heated and strong. He bows me over his arm, devouring me, and the awfulness of the day flows away.

When the kiss ends, he lifts me up and walks us down the hall without a word. Matt’s nowhere to be found, but that doesn’t matter. All that matters is me and Kalos.

I think about apologizing. I think about telling him about my job, but I end up just relaxing, letting him hold me.

“I want you, baby boy. I’ve been waiting for you to come back to me.” He takes us into his rooms, the smell of leather and smoke permeating the whole place.

I suck in a breath, filling my lungs again, and it makes me spin. “I wanted to, but I had work.” Not that that’s an issue anymore.

“If you asked to stay with me, you’d never have to work again.”

“I can’t—I don’t have any savings. I have to get a job yesterday just to keep everything—” I stop, because that’s not for here. That’s for outside this building. Here is hot sex and care and forgetting that the outside world even exists.

“When you’re mine, you won’t need savings or a job. I will be good to you.”

I don’t say anything because he doesn’t understand. I don’t have anything. Nothing to offer.

“When you’re ready. I can be patient.” His chuckle is wry. “I don’t care for it, but I can be.”

I just want more kisses, touches. I want his cock. I want that feeling of being the only one in the entire universe he sees.

His head lowers, our mouths fusing together again, his tongue pressing in like he wants to devour me. The scary part is the way I want to let him.

Like the way I’d let him have me. Over and over again, splitting me open with that ginormous cock of his.

His kisses go on and on, like he’s sucking my soul right out of me and then feeding it back into me. His hands are like brands as they hold my ass, and I swear they’re leaving heated imprints behind.

I don’t mind. Not for one second. In fact, I’d wear his handprints as a reminder that somewhere I matter.

He drags me in, not leaving a single breath of air between us.

His body is hard and hot, his cock enormous. I love it and I want it, even though I’m sure it’ll split me in two. I don’t care.

“You can’t have it yet, sweet baby. When you’ve trained for it.”

“Trained for it?” You can train for that kind of thing?

“You might have noticed—I’m large. Very large. You can’t just take me after the standard three-finger lube and stretch—you need to train for it.”

I don’t know that anyone’s cock is the size of Kalos’s, but I crave it. I want it so bad.

“We’ll have so much fun getting you ready to take me.” The way Kalos says it makes it sound like a promise.

“I’m ready for some fun.” It feels like I’ve forgotten how to have fun.

“Then come see my plug collection, and we’ll start you off with the smaller ones. Move you up to the next size every hour or so.” Kalos grabs my hand and tugs me over to a huge armoire. It’s dark like the rest of the furniture in the room, and the two doors have heavy handles.

“Collection?” He has a collection of the things? The armoire certainly is large enough to house quite a damn lot.

“Of plugs.” Sure enough he pulls open both doors and the armoire is full of them, of plugs and other sex toys. “The plugs are my favorite. I want to watch you walk with them in. Sit and feel yourself stuffed.”

I can’t speak.

“We should start fairly small.” He grabs one that’s not at all what I would call small. Well, I guess compared to his cock it is.

Still, I have to speak up. “That’s small? Are you sure?”

“We can go smaller, but I didn’t think you’d want me to baby you. This is about the same size as yours. So no, not small. I was mostly comparing it to myself. I figured you could already take this one, so it would be a good place to start.” Kalos’s grin is wicked as fuck, the look in his eyes eager. “I want you to take it, baby boy. I want you to bend over the bed and spread your cheeks and beg for it.”

I just stare at him, my cock so hard I could pound nails.

“Now, boy, or I’ll do it without lube.”

“I—I’m not even undressed!”

“Then get undressed. Or do I need to give the order for every single step between right now and you being bent over my bed, begging for the plug?”

“I—No. No, I just…” I feel like I’m stumbling along like an idiot. I toe my shoes off, because that’s easy and fast and something I can do without thought.

He grabs me and pulls me up hard against his body so I slam into his amazing muscles. Then he takes my mouth, kissing me until I’m breathless before pulling back, until I don’t feel like an awkward idiot anymore.

“Go on.” His gaze is heated as he watches me.

It’s easier now, to bare myself, because I feel high, I feel like the world as I know it has faded away. Right here and now is the only thing that matters. He’s the only thing that matters. I strip off, giving him access to me.

His groan as I bare myself is gratifying, and he reaches for me, his fingers like fire on my skin.

My nipples go hard, asking for his attention, and he shakes his head. “After the plug. Then we work your nipples.”

I swallow, but that’s fair. The extra touches were not originally part of the deal and I know instinctively that I need to just bend over already if I want him to give me what I need. What I crave.

He nods. “That’s great, baby. Be a good boy for me. Be my sweet baby.”

I bend over, shivering.

“Mmm.” The sound is satisfied as hell, and it travels along my spine, going right to my cock. Then his hands hold onto my hips, and he rubs his cock against me, the thing a brand against my skin. A huge brand. “I said open yourself to me. Show me your hole.”

I don’t want to, but I want to please him more than I’m uncomfortable over doing what he asks. I try to keep my hands from trembling as I reach back and grab my ass cheeks, pull them apart. I’m so fucking exposed.

He flicks his fingers over my hole, the sudden touch making me gasp.

“Mmm. Such a pretty little hole. Beg me to fill it, boy. Beg me to fuck you with this plug and start the job of stretching you out to take my cock.”

“I—I want you. Please. I want it.”

“What do you want, boy? You have to say it,” he insists.

I groan. This is so hard. I know I want it, him, but having to say the words isn’t easy. Worth it, though, so I cry out, “Please!”

“That’s the begging part down right.” He rubs my ass, fingers so hot on my skin. “Tell me you need my plug.”

I squeeze my eyes shut and the words come out, sounding needy as fuck. “I need your plug.”

“Good boy.” He kisses my right ass cheek, and my whole body pushes back, wanting more.

I want to be good, but I also want to be bad. For him. It’s insane.

Then he slides one of his fingers into me, hot and slick, and it feels so good. I sigh, because I have to, I have no other choice.

His response is a hum, and he pushes his finger in deeper, wriggles it around, then fucks me with it for a moment or two. He makes that wonderful rumbling noise and touches my balls, making me shudder violently, so he chuckles and strokes again.

Every single touch feels like I’m being hit by a live wire. His fingers are hot, and they leave tingles behind, and it all gathers in my cock and balls, making the next touch that much more intense.

“You are a hungry little boy, aren’t you? I may have to empty those full balls for you.” His tongue slides up my spine, and my toes curl. “That will make the cock cage slide on easier…”

I swallow hard—cock cage? Who said anything about a cock cage? I’m not saying no to him, though, am I?

“Mmm…one day, sweet baby, you’ll beg for me to cage you, fuck your cock with a little penis plug.”

I shake my head, but I can see it in my mind, and it’s making me dizzy.

“You will. You’ll beg for that and more. For my cock to fill you, for my seed to burn inside you. For my brand to mark you.” He pushes another finger inside me, fingerfucking me with two now, getting me ready for that plug.

I would do a lot, right now, to make this keep going. A lot. Maybe not that. Maybe.

“Keep holding your hole open for me, boy. I want you writhing and moaning for it.”

I do it, but it’s not easy. Not at all.

Still, my need to be plugged, to feel that big thing in me so I can feel his enormous cock in me is huge, so easy or not…

He starts hitting my gland with his fingers, sending lightning through me again and again. “I want you to come for me, baby boy. Over and over.”

I shake my head, but it’s reflexive. I want to come too. I want to lose myself in the pleasure and forget, if only for a while, the shittiest day of my life.

“We’ll make it the best day, baby. Trust me. The very best day.”

He pushes a third finger into me, opening me up wider, and I whimper. I don’t want his fingers. I want his cock. And if I can’t have that, I want that plug he promised me. I push back, eager, wanton, trying to get him to hurry up.

He pulls his fingers away and slaps my ass. “Greedy boy. You’ll get what you need. I promise.”

“Sorry!” Oh, that stings so good, and maybe I’m not so sorry after all.

He laughs, the sound deep and somehow sexy as hell, sending new shivers down my spine. Then he slaps my ass a couple more times.

“I think you’re ready for the plug, baby. You’re going to love this.”

I nod and moan. I’m ready. I’m more than ready. I want to come.

The next thing I know, I feel the head of the plug pressing against my ass. It’s cold and hard and unyielding and he pushes it, opening me up with it.

“Cold!”

He chuckles. “It’ll warm up.”

I groan, but he’s right, the tip is already warming as it breaches my hole. He isn’t shoving it in, but he’s not going slowly either, it’s a steady push into me that I can’t deny. My belly tightens, my hips push back.

“That’s it, baby. Take what you need.” He slaps my ass again, and I tighten all around the plug inside me, squeezing it tight.

I nod, swallowing hard as I take more and more. I want it all. And I’m getting it. He keeps pushing it in, and I wonder if it’s ever going to end—just how big is this thing?

“No more,” I moan. “It’s so long.”

“It’s nothing compared to me. You need to start here and build up in girth and length.” Finally, though, it seemed that I have it all and it fills me as nothing ever has before.

“Mmm…Stand up now.”

There was no way.

He swats my ass again, hard. “I said stand up.”

“Stop it!” I do stand up, though, don’t I?

“All you have to do is obey.” He reaches around and grabs hold of my prick, jacking me solidly. The touch feels amazing, and I gasp, my body tightening around the plug. “That’s it, boy. It feels so good if you let it.”

I’m going to shoot if he doesn’t stop touching me, sliding his hand along my cock, making my balls ache so bad.

I arch, and his nail scratches behind my balls, and that’s all I need. I shoot so hard I can barely breathe.

“That’s it, baby boy, work that plug.” He keeps jacking me, keeping me hard. “Gonna make you come again, empty you out completely.”

That’s not possible. I can come again— It happens when I’m jacking off, but more than that? Being empty? No.

“You’ll see.” He sounds so sure, so confident that it’s going to happen.

His touch never stops, and I’m sensitive, aching a little bit. “Slow down.”

“That’s not up to you.” His hand keeps moving on my cock.

“Please? I need to slow down.”

“Mmm. I do love to hear you beg.” His hand slows, moving loosely on my cock.

“Thank you.” I can breathe again, sucking in air.

“Remember, baby boy, how begging can get you what you want when demanding it does not.” He presses his thumbnail into my slit.

I nod. “I’ll remember. I promise.”

“Good boy.” He taps on my slit several times, before once again stroking, slowly now, as I asked, working me inch by inch, steady and strong.

Then he helps me sit on the edge of the bed, spreading my legs wide. I can feel the plug inside me—it keeps me from shifting because every movement rocks it inside me. So I stay as still as possible.

Then he moves around behind me, supporting my back, one hand wrapping around my balls. I lean back against him, the solid body hot and strong. He’s like a warm, comfortable wall.

He rolls my balls. “Gonna empty these little beauties.”

I moan and shake my head. He’s teasing me. He has to be teasing me. I need him. The thoughts ping-pong around in my brain.

“Shake your head all you want. It’s still going to happen.” He grasps my cock more firmly, pinches my head, and shocks zip through me, making me buck.

“Fuck!”

“Oh yes, that’s what this is in aid of. You’ll take at least the next larger one later today. And soon. Soon, you’ll be stretched enough to take my cock.” His lips curl, so very wickedly. “Maybe we’ll put you on the fucking machine. I’d love to see that…”

The fucking machine? What the hell is a fucking machine?

“You’ll love it. I’m sure Don and Matt would be happy to help get you all set up on it, help you through it.”

“What? No!” I’m not going to do anything like that with someone else!

“Shame you don’t want to. But you will and you’ll love it. I promise. Imagine being on your hands and knees, the prick at the end of the machine fucking your hole for hours, making you come and come until you can’t come anymore, until all that’s left of you is hole.”

I might do it, but only for him. Not for friends. I could maybe do it for him.

He’s manipulating my cock and my balls, keeping me hard and making me need again. He’s right that I’m going to come again. I can feel it, though there’s still no way I’ll be able to come after that. Totally emptying your balls just can’t be a thing.

“C-close. I’m close.” I can’t focus my eyes.

“Then you should go ahead and come. I love the scent of your pleasure, and I want the room to stink of it.”

My eyes go wide. No one has ever said things like that to me.

“You taste pretty good, too, and I’m going to lick up every drop that you shoot into my hand. So do it, boy. Come for me.”

My balls tighten, and I gasp, my body letting go in a rush all over his palm.

He moans. My coming made Kalos moan. It makes me feel powerful.

Then, true to his word, he lifts his hand and licks it, that wicked tongue sliding over the big fingers right by my head. I watch—I have to. He’s beautiful.

He licks his fingers almost clean before putting his thumb at my lips; it’s clear he wants me to lick the rest of my spunk from it. I open up, tasting my salt, my bitterness. Fuck.

Groaning, he fucks my lips with his thumb, sliding it over my tongue. I can’t stop the urge to suck, to pull on his thumb over and over. He must like it because his cock is hard against my back, and hot. Fuck, it’s like a brand. A great big enormous brand.

“My good baby boy. Keep going for me.” He cups my cock and holds on.

His thumb pushes between my lips, full of promise, as he starts jacking me again. Slowly, gently, carefully.

Between the sucking and the jacking, it’s actually nice. Warm. Comforting.

“Such a sweet boy.”

My cheeks get hot and I duck my chin. Whoa.

He presses kisses along my shoulders, my neck, then licks at the top of my spine, his tongue hot on my skin. It leaves tingles in its wake.

All the while, his thumb is moving in and out of my lips. In and out. It’s hypnotic.

“We’re going to work you until you come again for me. I’m pretty sure you have enough spunk in you for another shot.” His voice is a whisper against my ear, hot air blowing along my skin. “Then the fourth one can be purely dry.”

“I can’t come again.”

“You can. Twice more.” He pushes his thumbnail into my slit, nail adding a bite to the ache it causes.

“Are you going to be mad if I can’t?”

“No. But I’m convinced that you can.” He slides a hand along my ass, fingers jostling the plug inside me, bumping it so it hits against my gland.

I whimper and arch, sparks flashing behind my eyes.

“See? The potential is there, boy. So very there.” He jiggles the plug again, more sparks flying inside me. “All you have to do is let me in, let me soothe you. Let me take you to the heights of pleasure.”

I groan and press back against him. The things he says… it makes me want to give myself over to him, trust him to make everything better.

My pressing turns to leaning into him, trusting him, breathing with him.

“Mmm… yes, baby boy. Let me fill you, surround you, warm you. Take you over the edge.”

“You’re everywhere. Everywhere for me.”

“Yes. And soon I’ll bury myself inside you and fill you from the inside out too.” Those words make me shiver, and my cock is filling once again.

He nibbles and bites at my skin, peppering my shoulders and neck with marks made by his teeth and lips. It stings, but it doesn’t hurt, not really. It does leave tingles behind and feels like all my blood is rushing to the area to enjoy the zings.

His hand is back on my cock, moving slowly, making sure I get all the way hard and stay there. My prick throbs, my breath speeding a little.

“Such a sweet piece of meat. I’m going to make you give up your salty goodness one more time.”

“I can’t…” I’m already so sensitive.

“Oh but, baby boy, you are. I promise you.” One hand is staying on my ass, the other dropping to my balls, rolling and tugging and stroking as he nibbles at my nape, lips playing with the bundle of nerves there. “I’m going to empty you. That plug is working you inside, demanding that you give up every last drop. You know what happens after that?”

I shake my head, whimpering softly.

“You come dry.” His teeth sink into my earlobe.

I shake my head. Now that is utterly impossible.

“It’s going to be glorious,” he promises me. “It’s going to feel like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.”

“I—”

His tongue flicks along my ear, and he squeezes my balls, and my thoughts shatter.

“Fuck. God.” He’s so damn good at this.

“Not god, boy. Try the other way.”

“You—Are you…” Is he evil? I can’t see that. He’s good to me.

“I’m a demon, but that doesn’t mean what your church would have you believe.”

“I don’t understand.” I don’t want to understand. I just want him.

“Does it matter?” he asks, and I shake my head. “Then who cares what I am?” He squeezes my balls like a call to end the conversation and get back to blowing my mind.

“I don’t care.” I just need, and I need now. And what I need is him and whatever he wants to give me.

“Then why don’t you come for me again?” He massages my balls, fingers hot, leaving those crazy, wonderful tingles behind.

“I can’t; I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, boy. Believe in yourself, believe in me, and in the power of our bodies moving together toward this goal.”

My balls feel swollen and heavy and every touch brings more.

He’s breathing with me, and I’m soaring, my entire soul focusing on his touch.

Everything builds and his breathing becomes louder, the sound of his heartbeat vibrating through me. Each breath and beat are all I can hear.

“Please,” I beg. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t stop. Not until you’ve come for me. And then I’ll keep going because I’m going to push and push until I can make love to you, fill you with my cock.”

I want that more than almost anything. He’s driving me out of my mind.

His breath is hot on my neck as he talks to me, making me shiver as it tickles along my skin. I jerk, my body threatening to come again, to shoot.

“Do it.” The words are clearly an order, his voice demanding my orgasm. “Come for me.”

My mind says impossible, but my balls hear him, spurting out a weak stream of come. I can feel the orgasm with every inch of my body.

He moans loudly. “So good, baby boy. I knew you would do it for me.”

I sob softly and move to pull away. Overwhelmed.

“No.” He wraps his arms around me and pulls me back against him. He surrounds me, big and hot and strong. “I’ve got you and you’re where you belong.”

Where I belong. It would be so easy to believe him, to believe it.

He keeps touching me, stroking me, and easing me down.

“You’re amazing, boy. I am the luckiest demon here.”

He’s the lucky one? I think he’s got that backward, but I don’t say anything because all I can do is breathe.