“Get back into position,” he demanded, but any irritation he’d felt instantly vanished when Bay immediately struggled back onto his knees, his hands spreading his cheeks a second time.
“Sila,” Bay said his name with a pleading note to it.
“What’s that, Kitten?”
“I feel like I’m on fire.”
Sila had never been the jerking off type of guy. Once in a while, sure, but for the most part, Sila didn’t derive much pleasure when he was doing things on his own. It was the feel of the person he was with, their hot skin, the sharp intakes of their breath, the way they screamed and writhed and sometimes tried to get away…that’s what made him hard. That’s what made electricity zip through his cock and draw up his balls.
It had little to do with the physical stuff at all, and everything to do with what that told him about the person he was screwing mentally. He liked knowing he was making them lose their minds—be that from fear or something else. Moving them around like pieces on a chess board so they ended up exactly where he wanted them, that was the hottest thing ever.
Only, here Bay was, folded over his bed, ass high in the air, presenting himself without a single complaint…and Sila wasn’t entirely convinced it was his doing.
“You want this, Professor?” he asked, the springs beneath his knees squeaking as he worked himself harder. “Did you fantasize about me like this? Abusing you? Taking advantage?”
“Please.”
“You’re going to wait until I finish. You wanted lube, remember?”
“I don’t—” He paused and if his gravely moan was any indicator, finally caught on.
“Beg for it.” Sila wanted to see how far the older man would let this go. Right now, there was nothing but his verbal commands keeping Bay from climbing off this bed right now and making a run for it. There was no doubt in his mind that he wanted it—their past two encounters, Bay had been hunted. Sila was curious to see if he was going to initiate another chase, or if he was truly going to leave it in Sila’s hands.
Total power exchange he’d said?
They’d see about that.
“I’m coming tonight,” Sila told him. “You’re just here for the view.”
Bay made a strangled sound. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“I want to come too.”
“No.”
“Sila.” His grip on his cheeks changed, his fingers splaying out so he could get a better hold of himself and spread them even further apart, as though trying to tempt him to slip inside.
“You begged better before.”
“You were fucking me before.”
“What if I cut you?” He hadn’t brought his knife, but Bay didn’t know that. “What if instead of giving you want you want, I slashed a line across those round cheeks of yours and came on your open wounds?”
Bay shivered. “Do it.”
“I still wouldn’t let you come.”
“My arms are starting to hurt from holding this position.”
“So?”
“I’mfeeling.”
Sila’s hand on his cock slowed. “What if I—”
“Do whatever you want to me,” Bay interrupted, voice breathy and low. “Anything. Just don’t dothatagain.”
