“I need a woman,” Paul mumbled into his hands, his body tightening in anticipation of Danny’s anger.
“You have a woman. Her name is Trisha.”
“I want a Domme,” Paul corrected himself, knowing he was walking into hell by starting this now. “If I can’t have Evie—I deserve a Domme, a really cruel one.”
“You don’t deserve shit,” Danny growled at him, his fury causing a shimmer of lust to roll down Paul’s spine. “You’re a slave.”
“True,” Paul agreed and then lowered his hands to look at Danny in challenge. “But she wanted it. You’re not the only one who knows how to make someone ache. I could take her back from you and you know it. That’s why you’re angry.”
“I already told you no,” Danny said, his handsome face a mask of shock from Paul’s audacity. “What has gotten into you?”
Paul wasn’t really certain what had gotten into him. Denying Danny was something he had never had the ability or the desire to do before now. He realized with a start it was Eve who was giving him the strength to fight him, because she had owned him first, even if she hadn’t known it. His loyalties were split for the first time. The slave side of him was capable of defying Danny because it was screaming out for his mistress who had just driven away without punishing him and he was angry about it. That wasn’t how the game was played. She needed someone to tell her the rules and Paul was literally aching to do it.
“Get me a Domme. I want to play with one without your hovering,” Paul reiterated, his voice shaking from the war between loyalties. “Do it or I will have your girlfriend wearing leather for me instead of you.”
Danny laughed at his impudence. “No, you can’t have one. You’re going to have to suffer. Good thing you love it.”
Paul groaned, knowing he was already defeated. “You’re an asshole.”
“Whose fault is that?” Danny asked, taking another step toward Paul menacingly as he invaded his personal space. He reached out and unbuttoned Paul’s suit jacket, pushing it off his shoulders. Paul looked down at his jacket when it fell to the floor, his eyes narrowed as his body stiffened in defensiveness. “Stop looking at the jacket. I’m your Master. I’m allowed to disrespect your possessions.”
Paul’s eyes drifted closed as another rush of desire washed over him. He rested his hands on the sink to keep himself on his feet when Danny reached up and undid his tie, pulling the knot undone in sharp, angry motions. His breathing became uneven as excitement coiled in him and he groaned out loud when Danny suddenly grabbed both ends of his tie now hanging loose in his collar and jerked Paul forward. He arched into
Danny obediently, his head falling back under the weight of desire when their chests touched and he could feel the heat from Danny’s bare skin through the thin material of his shirt.
Danny’s breath burst out of him in angry pants Paul could feel against his cheek when he leaned into him and growled in a purely evil voice, “You want to taste pussy, fine.”
Danny captured Paul’s lips in a hard, furious kiss. His tongue pushed into his mouth when he gasped from the wave of desire that crashed over him. He instantly surrendered to him. His lips parted farther, letting Danny conquer his mouth as his cock became painfully hard.
“Taste good?” Danny asked when he pulled away, his breath still warm against Paul’s lips.
Paul moaned, his body tightening when the meaning of what he did made its way past the lustful fog in his mind. Paul licked his lips unconsciously, his entire body throbbing for just a hint of what Danny was offering him.
Eve’s taste was still on him and he was literally starving for it.
He licked his lips once more, doing it slowly as he lifted his eyes, giving Danny a long, lustful look. “Again,” he whispered in a seductive voice.
Danny sucked in a sharp breath, his body tensing from just that small effort on Paul’s part. “You’re a whore, Paul Guy. Really, this is unbelievable, even for you.”
“I’m sorry,” he rasped, his breathing still harsh in yearning.
“It’s fine,” Danny said, his eyes falling to Paul’s lips as his eyes became heavy with desire. “I’m your Master, you can be a whore for me. You’re supposed to be.” Danny tugged on his tie once more, pulling him tighter against him. “Only for me. You’re mine. I don’t like to share.”
Danny kissed Paul again before he could complain, his tongue pushing past his lips when they parted to him. Needing to feel Danny’s skin against his, Paul tugged at the buttons to his shirt with shaking fingers while the two of them continued to kiss in hot, open-mouthed desperation. It wasn’t until Paul pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his pants that Danny released his lips, his hands still on his tie as he looked down at Paul’s chest with his eyebrows raised. He tilted his head, studying him closer, making Paul feel as if Danny were actually touching him with his eyes.
“You’re gorgeous,” Danny said, his voice harsh with desire. “Trisha doesn’t deserve you.”
“I’m not that great,” Paul said, closing his eyes as he felt Danny’s look burn him in a way that would never lose its appeal. “I think you’re biased.”
“Bullshit. Any Domme who sees you aches for you and you know it,” Danny said as he tugged Paul’s tie out of his collar. He spread his hands over Paul’s chest, opening his shirt to his greedy gaze, the silk tie running against Paul’s bare skin sensually. “They all want you, but they can’t have you. I like that.”
“I don’t like that,” Paul countered. “Didn’t you ever learn to share your toys when you were a kid?”
“Nope.” Danny draped the tie around the bare skin of Paul’s neck and then reached down to undo the buttons at his wrist as if unwrapping a present. “I was an only child. I never had to share my toys.”
Paul snorted, rolling his eyes as he let Danny undress him. “Sucks for me.” “Doesn’t it?” Danny asked as he pushed Paul’s shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall
to the floor on top of his jacket. His eyes ran over Paul’s bare chest longingly, and then
he reached out and grabbed the tie still draped around his neck, tugging him closer once more. Paul’s head fell back as he leaned into Danny, who took the invitation and bent down to lick at the line of his throat that was exposed, whispering against his skin, “I barebacked her.”
“Fuck,” Paul groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as his entire body clenched in need. “Please.”
“Fine,” Danny said, his voice choked in anguish. “If you need to taste her that badly, I suppose I’m game. I owe you that much.”
Paul fell to his knees, the tie whispering past his skin as he did so. Pain radiated up his thigh from the impact on his bad knee. He groaned in pleasure from the sensation as he wrapped his arms around Danny, his open palms splaying over his back and pulling him closer. Paul kissed the curve of his waist as he trailed his fingers over his stomach muscles, admiring the way they clenched from his touch.
As a general rule Paul wasn’t attracted to men, but Danny was different for him. He didn’t know if it was his submissiveness that had caused him to lust after Danny, or if it was Danny himself who was so wholly sexual and beautiful Paul would never stop craving him. He could stare at him for the rest of his life and never get tired of it.
Danny got off on having a slave who was beautiful and obedient, making Paul the very best of what the game had to offer. But Paul got off on nearly the exact same thing. He loved having a Master who was gorgeous and expertly evil. Together, the two of them had perfected playing a game they both enjoyed and it had been a brilliant ride Paul would savor forever. He had been a complete fool for trying to ruin the last few months they had to play together by pushing Danny away.
He reached out to the button on his jeans, tugging it undone as he lifted his eyes to Danny. “Thank you.”
Danny groaned, looking away from him as his eyes closed in anguish. “Don’t thank me.”
“But I appreciate you,” Paul said in the same soft, seductive voice he had used on Eve outside. “You’re my Master. I need you to know I appreciate you.”
“Just shut up,” Danny said, pulling Paul’s tie ‘round his own neck and holding on to it the way he would hold on to a whip as if doing it out of habit as he glared down at Paul. “Stop rambling like an idiot and put your mouth to better use.”
He kept his eyes on Danny as he leaned in, dragging his tongue over the lines of his stomach muscles slowly and pulled his zipper down. His cock was already hard. Paul raised surprised eyebrows as he reached out and touched him. “She didn’t tap you out?”
Danny leaned forward, gripping at the sink with one hand. He ran the other through his hair, pushing it away from his face and looking down at Paul with dark, anguished eyes. “Not for you.”
Paul considered that, his eyes still soft as he stared up at Danny. “Thank you,” he repeated in a way he hoped conveyed how much he really did adore him. “I’m gonna miss you, Danny Boy.”
“Oh my God—shut up!” Danny growled at him as he squeezed his eyes shut, his face contorting in fury that betrayed his own suffering over Paul getting married. He reached down, fisting his hand in Paul’s hair, making him groan and arch into him. “Suck it, you whore, before I change my mind.”
Paul sucked in a gasp of desire, his eyes rolling back from Danny’s cruelty. He used his grip on Danny’s back to pull him closer and did as told, taking Danny into his mouth slowly as his own cock jerked from the lingering flavor of Eve still on him. He sucked on him greedily, wanting to taste as much of Danny and Eve combined as possible and he didn’t give a shit how much of a whore that made him.
Danny groaned as he did it, his hips thrusting forward as he became languid in Paul’s arms. “I’m going to miss you too,” he whispered as his fingers drifted down to the back of his neck, holding Paul to him, his fingers biting into his skin as if he couldn’t bear to let him go.
Danny put a hand behind his head as he took a long drag off his cigarette and blew the smoke upward, watching it billow around the wooden beams connecting the four posts of his bed together. For the past two weeks he had spent all day goofing off and doing the sweet, vanilla-flavored things Eve liked and all night doing the dark, exotic-flavored things Paul did. It was enough to make him long for a nap that lasted at least three days, but he found himself not wanting to blink in fear of missing any of it.
His eyelids were heavy with exhaustion, his body sore and aching in a way it never had before. Paul and Eve were beating the hell out of him. From that first night when Eve had walked out of the house sated, only to be replaced by Paul who was just as needy, Danny had been a sexual ping-pong ball going back and forth between the two of them. If something seemed too good to be true, it usually was. Both Paul and Eve wanting him to the point that they were sexually draining a well Danny had originally thought was fathomless had to be a cruel joke just waiting for the right moment to hit him with the agonizing punch line.
“What’re you thinking about?” “The fact that I’m tired.”
“You should work out. It’d give you more energy.”
Danny snorted, blowing another plume of smoke toward the beams of his bed. “I do work out—constantly.”
“You should quit smoking,” Paul said, eyeing the cigarette in Danny’s hand as he pulled the towel from around his waist and rubbed at his wet hair. “It’s a bad habit.”
“You love it,” Danny said lasciviously, drawing out the words pointedly. “Admit
it.”
“I shouldn’t love it, no matter how sexy you look doing it,” Paul said as he stood at
the foot of the bed, completely uncaring that he was naked.
Being comfortable naked was something any good submissive was capable of and Paul was nothing if not a talented submissive who didn’t mind being vulnerable. Danny raised his eyebrows as he admired his beautiful, muscular body. He took another drag and blew the smoke toward Paul just to be an asshole, and then reached over and tapped his cigarette against the ashtray on his nightstand.
“Are you sleeping with me?” Danny asked, trying to keep the hope out of his voice. Paul tossed the towel over the edge of the bed. A smirk tugged at his lips as he eyed
Danny boldly. “You want me to sleep at the foot of your bed like a dog?”
“Get the fuck out of here,” Danny growled, grabbing a pillow off the bed and launching it at Paul, who caught it easily and laughed at Danny’s annoyance. “Keep laughing and I’ll make you do it!”
“Awesome,” Paul said with wide, deceptively innocent eyes. “Sounds hot.”
Danny rolled his eyes, knowing Paul was being serious. “You try to sleep at the foot of my bed and I will kick you to the floor.”
“Yeah, good plan.” Paul got onto the bed slowly, his eyes becoming soft and seductive as he crawled on his hands and knees over Danny. “Slaves should sleep on the floor.”
“I’m not playing anymore,” Danny said, his eyes narrowed at Paul. “I’m tired. You and Eve both have too much energy to be human.”
“I’ll play with Eve if you can’t handle her,” Paul said, leaning down to drag his tongue over Danny’s stomach when he reached it. “I’ve got plenty of stamina.”
“Yes, I realize this,” Danny said, closing his eyes as he took another drag off his cigarette. “Cut me some slack. You’re not exactly neglected. I spent hours torturing you tonight.”
“You should start running,” Paul said as he straddled Danny. He leaned forward, grabbing his cigarette from him and putting it out in the ashtray with a look of distaste. “Tomorrow’s a running day. You can come with me.”
“Getting up at five in the morning to run twenty miles is not fun for me,” Danny said with a laugh. “You’re a freak.”
“Yes, I know.” Paul rested his hands on either side of Danny’s shoulders as he looked down at him with sultry eyes. “You want me to give you a massage? It’ll help you sleep.”
“I don’t need help sleeping. I just need the opportunity,” Danny mumbled as he reached up and gripped at Paul’s chin, tilting his head to stare into his eyes more fully. “I want you to sleep with me.”
Paul rolled his eyes, but didn’t fight Danny’s hold on his chin. “Faggots sleep together.”
“Yeah, that’s what makes you a fag,” Danny said dryly, pulling a face at Paul. “I wish you’d get over this bigoted, redneck attitude. You sound like my father every time you say faggot and that’s
not
sexy.”