The massager was set into motion again, swiping a slow, constant path across Ian's prostate. His abs clenched and his hips squirmed.

"Sit still," Taren said in that low, husky voice. He knew what that tone did to Ian.

"People are watching." He rested his elbows on the table. A slow, mischievous smile spread over his face. The massager's speed increased. "Ready for dessert?"

Ian swallowed hard and jerked out one nod. "More than, sir."

Taren signaled the waitress and paid the bill. When they left, he set quite the leisurely pace to the door. Never once did that massager give Ian even a second of relief as they left the patio and walked through the restaurant to the exit. Ian had to concentrate on putting one foot in front of the other. He was sure anyone looking would notice Ian's stilted gait. They'd know it was caused by his cock trying to swell within the confines of the cage combined with the effects of his prostate constantly being assaulted. Everyone would know exactly what Ian was and the control Taren had over him. It all combined to cause Ian's lust doused brain to fog over so all he could do was walk beside Taren and trust he was being led in the right direction.

Once they were in the car, Ian's seat temperature was set to high, making his ass sting. The seatback was adjusted so Ian was forced to sit perfectly straight.

"Still," Taren murmured when Ian's ass clenched and relaxed in rapid sequence pushing his hips across the seat.

When Ian's breathing began to stutter, the massager stopped. Ian's groin was soaked in sweat and precum. He barely registered the car coming to a stop before his door was opened and Taren held out a hand.

It took a minute for Ian to work out the logistics of taking Taren's hand and letting his Dom hoist him from the car. Gripping Taren's hand, Ian followed him through the parking lot. When they stopped at their room door Taren turned the massager on again.

Ian gasped softly and no matter how much he struggled to stand still, his pelvis defied him and jerked back and forth.

Excitement soared through Ian, making his heart beat faster and his imagination run wild. Then he'd almost immediately crash into dread at the thought of someone walking by and seeing him. Taren was taking his own sweet time getting that door unlocked and opened. It was as if he was breaking into the money vault at the U.S. Mint. Any minute crowds of people, nosy people, could come around the corner and walk by them. Even though he was fully clothed they'd know his cock and balls were trussed up, his prostate was under assault, and his cock was leaking all over itself.

They'll know my craving, how I love pain and how it makes me so fucking horny I can't think straight.

Ian loved every minute of it.

Taren finally stopped fooling with the door lock and swung it open. He held up a hand, signaling Ian was to stay where he was. Once inside, Taren turned and looked Ian up and down. He pulled the remote from his pocket and pressed one of the buttons.

The massager went full speed. Ian gasped, shuddered, and bit his lip when his hips jerked back and forth. Taren arched an eyebrow and used two fingers to motion Ian to him.

"Quiet and don't forget to shut the door," Taren said calmly.