Zane slowed, only a few feet away, and eyed the blanket.
“Relax, gorgeous,” Pavel reassured. “Cuddling with me won’t kill you. You want to find out whether the merman survived or not, don’t you?”
He did. A lot.
With a huff, Zane plopped back onto the couch, allowing Pavel to stretch the blanket over the both of them. His shoulders only slightly stiffened when the other man pulled him in close against his side, not willing to argue over it when Pavel followed the move by immediately starting the next film.
Chapter 29:
“Are you going to behave, Zane?”
He tilted his head and gritted his teeth, unable to see Pavel with the blindfold he was wearing. He’d woken up with it already secured around his face, blocking out everything, including the light.
The last thing he remembered, he’d been fighting against drowsiness toward the end of their third movie. It hadn’t been as good as the duology they’d already watched, and he’d struggled with keeping awake, not wanting to ask to switch to something else since Pavel had seemed into it. Now he found himself annoyed.
“You have shitty taste in movies.”
“Guess that’s my answer then.” Pavel’s hand around his throat urged him backward, and he chuckled when Zane let out an annoyed growl. “What’s wrong? Going to pretend you don’t like being manhandled?”
“What’s going on?” Zane had stirred awake with the other man’s fingers combing through his hair, but the second he’d sat up and tried to remove the blindfold, all signs of tenderness had vanished. He’d been hauled up by his arms and moved around the couch, but he was so disoriented he was struggling to process the rhyme or reason for Pavel’s actions.
The last time he’d been blindfolded, Kazimir had secretly invited Lyra into his bedroom. Even though Pavel had already told him that would never happen, a part of him didn’t believe it.
“I don’t like a live audience,” he hated the hitch in his voice.
“No one else is here,” Pavel reassured him. “No one else will ever be invited in. They’re just getting a glimpse, that’s all.”
Zane’s lower back bumped against something and he frowned, reaching out to feel the object. “Are we in the dining room?”
“Take off your clothes for me, gorgeous.”
“No.”
“This isn’t the time to fight.”
Zane tried to listen to their surroundings, but with the rain pinging against the windows, it was impossible to make out much of anything. His heart rate was rising, and the panic he’d felt earlier returned, only this time it was different, laced with anticipation and a wave of desire that he desperately grappled to hold onto. It was better than the doubt, after all.
“Remember I gave you a chance to do things gently,” Pavel said, a second before his hands were on him, tearing off his pajamas with fervor. Before Zane could even think of how to react, he grabbed his hips and hoisted him up onto the table, twisting him around until he was kneeling.
Something cold and metallic locked around his left wrist, and Zane tugged on it, hissing when he felt it cinch even tighter from his efforts. His right one was captured the same way, and then he was tugged down. Just before his cheek could connect with the table, his face was cradled by a warm palm and lowered.
“No hitting your head,” Pavel chimed, sounding rather pleased with himself as he wandered around the table, “I remembered.”
“What the hell are you doing?” He pulled at his binds and tried to rise, but there was no longer enough slack for him to comfortably do so. The table shook slightly when Pavel climbed on it behind him, and Zane tried to move away to no avail.
“I made sure the audio was working as well,” Pavel informed him a moment before the sound of buzzing reached his ears. “So feel free to be as loud as you want. Once I hit record everyone will be able to hear the sounds you make when I fuck you.”
“I don’t—Fuck!” Something cold and wet pressed against his taint, causing a jolt to shoot through him. When he tried to close his legs, Pavel retaliated.
He slapped his ass hard enough it had him cursing all over again, then delivered another blow on the same spot.
“Do I have to keep spanking you, or are you going to be good for me?”
“I don’t understand what’s happening,” he admitted. “Pavel, please.”
“We’re playing another game, baby, that’s all. I let you fall asleep with your head in my lap last night, but now it’s time for the aggressive claiming you were so disappointed you weren’t getting yesterday.”
“That’s not true!” Zane growled. “We both know this is not at all what I had in mind. I thought—”
