The smile on Finley’s face was positively wicked.
“Oh yeah? Maybe I’d like you to tie me up and fuck me until I begged you to stop. Have you thought of that?”
Yes, he had. And that was the problem.
“Well that didn’t happen.”
“Exactly. Why didn’t it? You know I have to be regularly tested and you could have used a condom anyway. So why not fuck me?” Finley’s smile didn’t reach his eyes now, his expression questioning.
“You’re disappointed, then?” Kage’s stomach dropped and he covered his legs with a sheet.
“No, of course not. I just wanted to feel you. Your cock inside me, fucking me.”
Cold sweat broke on Kage’s back, his mind returning to the panicked state from the moment he’d been about to penetrate Finley. The room swam, but he tried to keep his breathing under control.
He had to get out of there.
“Well, if you didn’t like it, it was a free session anyway,” Kage snapped, and slid off the bed. His flagging cock flapped as he marched to the bathroom.
“Don’t say that. It wasn’t a session.” The pain in Finley’s voice was palpable.
Good. Finley would finally see that they couldn’t continue this. Kage was too broken.
Kage spun around to face him. “Of course it was.” The words hurt him as much as it did Finley, judging by the expression on his face. “I’m providing a service and penetration is not included in the price or the contract. I may choose to give my dick, but it’s not for sale.”
Chapter Fourteen
Finley
What the fuck just happened?
Finley’s chest caved as his heart sank to his feet.
He thought they had something special. That he and Kage had developed more than a working friendship with fucking on the side. Kage’s gentle touches and the absolute adoration in his gaze when they came together face to face was impossible to fake. Kage had looked at him like he was the most beautiful person in the world, worth cherishing. And not a complete fuckup.
I’m such an idiot.
Finley had fallen for the mesmerising eyes and magic hands of a Dom. Sexual awakening had hit him hard and knocked him face down into the mud.
It couldn’t have been all fake. Fuck. The sinking feeling in him turned into a buzz in his muscles.
He wasn’t a violent man, but fucking hell, he could smash something right now. Back on the island, he would stomp around the distillery and help the guys roll barrels to get rid of the negative energy in him. After Max’s death, he would spend nights working, then sleep at the office on site—his body exhausted, his mind clear. Kage had given him much more than his own hand on his cock and a day of physical labour.
And now he was leaving him, pulling on his boots and reaching for his shirt.
“Where are you going?” Finley seethed inside but kept his composure.
“We’re done here. The door will lock itself when you leave.” Kage was looking everywhere but at him. Coward.
“So it’s only a job to you, and there’s no place for emotion. I see that now. I’m a Toy and you finished playing with me.” Finley grasped for a reaction from Kage. He sat at the edge of the bed, still naked, his flaccid cock between his legs, his chest still sticky with Kage’s come.
With a heavy sigh, Kage sank into the armchair opposite. “Yes, and no. It is my job but I love doing it.”Why was he so fucking calm?“And plenty of emotions are a crucial part of it. I’m proud of the Sub and how well they’re doing during a scene. I’m happy with the progress, and satisfied with the outcome. And absolutely elated with a floating Sub, whether they leave with a smile on their face or tears streaking down their cheeks.” He reached out, but then wiped his palms on his leathers instead.
Good. Finley didn’t want to be touched right now.
“That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” Finley spoke through gritted teeth, keeping himself together by a thread.
“But that’s what you wanted. I promised a scene, and this was a spontaneous one. Don’t read into it.”
