Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69474 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
“God, Travis, don’t play with me.”
“I wouldn’t. I’m not. I want that. I want you completely in charge, and I want… I want you to punish me when I’m bad. I know you won’t truly hurt me.”
I had to shift the conversation, or I was going to drag him onto the floor and fuck him as thoroughly as I could.
“I wouldn’t hurt you, but LePlatt would without any hesitation. That’s why you have to listen to me.”
“I know. I learned that today. I was scared as shit. I didn’t know if I could fight that guy off. I just knew I had to try.”
“You put up a damn good fight. I just wish I’d been there.”
“I won’t go anywhere without you again. I promise. But I might not always listen when my life isn’t on the line.”
I stared at him, my heart pounding. “Do you want to know what I would do to punish you?”
“Y-yes.”
“You might be surprised. There are so many ways to torture people.”
“Jesus, Dax.” He leaned back and ran a hand over his cock, which was a hard ridge against his coveralls. I wanted to unzip him and suck him until he squirmed and whimpered and begged, but I wouldn’t let him come, not now, not for a long time.
He wanted me, even though he knew about the darkness inside me. There was no reason to deny either of us the pleasure or torment we needed.
I reached for his zipper and began dragging it down his body.
“Dax? What are you doing?”
“Whatever I want.”
“But you… I thought…”
“I thought you were going to show me you could obey. I thought you were going to be a good boy for me.”
He tilted his head to look at the window behind him. “The curtains are open. Someone could walk by and see us.”
“I don’t fucking care.” I unzipped his coveralls the rest of the way, pulled his cock through the slit in his boxer briefs, and drew it into my mouth. He gasped, arching up, driving himself deeper. I took hold of his hips and pinned them to the seat, making it clear I was in control. If he wanted to know what I would do to him, then I would show him. I’d see just how much torture he could take.
I sucked him harder, and he gripped the sides of my head, trying to hold me down to get more. “Please. God, Dax, please.”
Was he begging me to let him move, begging me to take him deeper, or begging me to stop? It didn’t matter because this wasn’t about his choices. This was about me doing what I wanted with his body.
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Dax
I slid my lips along Travis’s shaft, licking, sucking, making him moan and whimper. I wouldn’t let him move no matter how he struggled. He fisted his hands in my hair, trying to hold me against him, but I was stronger, and I was damn determined. He wanted me to punish him, and I was going to, but I was also going to do exactly what I’d promised him the night before. I was going to worship his body and make him feel so good. I was going to make him lose his fucking mind.
I’d never realized before him that good and evil could go together so well. Maybe he was right, maybe I was both, and what we had could be both.
I flicked my tongue over his slit, then sucked just the head. He writhed so hard under me that he almost broke my hold on his hips. I let go of him and sat back. “That’s enough for now.”
His eyes were huge. He stared at me as his chest rose and fell with his ragged breaths. “You… You’re stopping?”
I ran a finger down his cheek. “That’s right. I’m taking you to bed now.”
“Bed?”
“Yes. My bed. Our bed.”
“Dax, it’s not—”
“Hush. I’m calling the shots tonight. You’re supposed to just obey.” I had guards out front watching the house. They’d learned how to be inconspicuous since I had respectable neighbors. My home was my safe place, and no one was going to violate it.
I stood and scooped Travis into my arms. I loved hearing his sharp intake of breath. “Do you like it when I carry you?”
He nodded. “Yeah. But I thought… I thought you were going to punish me.”
“Oh, I am, but I’m going to give you good things too. I’m not punishing you because I hate you. I’m punishing you because I have to teach you a lesson. That doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy it, and I enjoy carrying you. I get to do what I want with you today.”
He licked his lips and looked up at me. “I…”
“You’re going to obey me.”
“I’ll try.”
“You’ll get punished when you don’t, and you’ll learn. You’ll learn how good it can be when you do what I say.”