“It all hurts. Most of all my ass. It would very much like to be taken care of.”
His hands falter for a moment, and then he moves them down to my nipples, rubbing at them gently.
“Another time. Tonight, you get my cock in your mouth. You’ll have to settle for that.”
I groan, letting him continue to wash me—my stomach, my dick and balls, my ass. And when he finally pulls me up, I’m shaking with need and something else.
With complete and utter obsession.
“Go wait in bed. No touching until I say you can.”
He starts to undress and I watch him for a moment, his back making another appearance as he steps into the shower.
“Georgiy?”
“Mm?”
“If I suck your dick real good tonight, can you tell me what happened to you?”
His dark eyes meet mine, his hand running up his chest.
“Perhaps, Bane. Perhaps. Now obey. Get in bed and get ready for me.”
13
GEORGIY
When I emerge from the bathroom, Bane is on the bed, having successfully managed to maneuver all of the sheets and blankets onto the floor from wiggling so much.
It doesn’t irritate me like it usually would. Growing up in such a rigid family, everything had its place. The bedsheets definitely didn’t belong on the ground. But with Bane, it seems the things that I’d assumed were correct may not be right after all.
Perhaps I can survive a little mess.
I step around the heap and kneel on the bed. Bane smacks his lips together, his pupils blown out, his dick still hard.
“Where do you want me?” he asks, and I consider it. Do I want him to touch me again? Or would I rather just tie his arms behind his back and fuck his throat?
Blyat. The way I’ve thought about this. About him. And yet I’ve never let myself have it.
He deserves more. He deserves someone who can give him everything he needs.
I’m not sure I’m that man.
When I first met him, I assumed he was just an entitled, wild brat, but that day he confessed things to me, it changed my mind.
Once again, I was proven wrong.
Bane deserves someone more than me. He deserves so much more than I have to offer.
“I don’t have to touch. I can just suck,” he offers, but I ignore his suggestion.
“Net. Come lie between my legs.”
It must be the way he needs me tonight that has me caving.
“You sure?”
“I never say things twice. Come.”
