“This won’t be like last night.” Kaz pushed a hand against the back of Nate’s thigh, bending him forward even more, tipping his ass in the process. “You can come in some of these, but not this one. The cream wasn’t enough to keep you from orgasming over and over again. We’ll try something different this go at it.”
“Kazimir—”
“You want to know something else your therapist wrote in your report?”
He frowned. Why was he bringing that up now?
“He said you were too tightly wound,” Kaz told him without waiting for an answer. “That on the outside you may appear happy and well-rounded, but on the inside, you’re suppressed and afraid of your own wants and needs. That true, Pretty Boy?”
“What? No. That’s crap.” Nate was glad he’d only gone to that one session, but also…How much had this therapist managed to psycho-analyze him in those brief two hours they’d been together in that stuffy office? Unless… “You’re making this shit up.”
“Am I?”
“You’d tell all sorts of lies if it meant getting you the reaction you want.”
“And what reaction do you think I’m after from you right now?” Maintaining eye contact, Kazimir stuck two fingers in his mouth and lewdly sucked on them, smirking slightly when that had Nate going quiet with anticipation.
There was no logical reason for Nate to find any of this arousing, and yet, when Kaz suddenly shoved those two digits deep into his hole and curved them against his prostate, he threw his head back and howled.
Chapter 17:
Kaz didn’t know what he was doing.
All he knew was there’d been this inescapable urge to secure Nate, tie him down, and ensure he couldn’t go anywhere or do anything Kazimir didn’t like.
That he couldn’t slip a text message to Odette when Kaz wasn’t looking, or have time to ask him any personal questions about either Saint or Yuze. If he had, there was no guarantee this vicious sensation in his gut wouldn’t take control and take it out on the other Brumal members. He’d always been possessive of his things, so this shouldn’t have come completely out of left field the way it had. However, he’d been unprepared for it.
After weeks of trying to trap him and one night of success, was he seriously that attached?
“What is it about you that I even like?” he asked out loud, digging those fingers in deeper into Nate’s hole.
A strangled sound slipped past Nate’s lips and his skin glistened in a sheen of sweat despite the cold temperature outside the car. He was still in his long-sleeved shirt to help abate the chill, but it was starting to seem unnecessary for Kaz to have allowed him to keep it.
He ran his palm up from Nate’s navel, pushing the material of his black sweater out of the way as he did to expose his pale skin. “Don’t get enough sun?”
The sounds of the car rocking with the movements of his fingers pumping in and out of Nate was the only reply. The pretty racer had closed his eyes and was clenching his jaw, no doubt fighting against the off-putting sensation of the cock cage keeping his dick from lengthening. “What’s it feel like, babe?”
“Stop,” Nate inhaled and then glared directly at him, “talking to me.”
“Trying to focus?” Kazimir tilted his head. “Or trying to pretend like you’re not enjoying this? What happened to not being into it?”
“We both know what happened,” he snapped. “Your damn conditioning last night took, okay? Good Light, could you either hurry it up ordo somethingother than blab all day long?”
“Did you really just tell me to shut up?”
“There’s no one else here,” Nate said, tugging on his bound wrists again with obvious frustration.
“Give a guy the dicking down of a lifetime, and suddenly he’s brazen.” If anyone else had taken that attitude with him, Kaz would have taken the knife and gutted them. But there was something interesting about the way Nate’s skin flushed with hints of red whenever he got angry. He wondered if he was even aware his muscles were clenching down around Kaz’s fingers.
“Six hours was really all it took to turn you into my needy bitch?” He grunted. “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”
Nate shook his head. “Why would I be?”
That…was not the response he’d been expecting. Kaz’s fingers stilled inside of him, and Nate protested by groaning.
“You were upset by it last night,” Kaz pointed out.
“Sure, because last night I was just a thing to you. Today is different. I made sure of it, remember?” The chains attached to the collar around Nate’s neck jangled. “You can string me up like this and try to humiliate me all you want, Kazimir. If it does get out, all I have to do is remind everyone that I’m yourboyfriend. Having sex—even rough and kinky sex—when you’re in a relationship with someone is pretty par for the course.”
