“Fuck. I need to cry.”
“You’re in luck. I’m gonna haul you up and down on this counter as I fuck you and it’s gonna hurt.”
“Thank you!” he manages.
And then the pleasure and pain carry him away.
10
The birthday party is bullshit, Peter decides, unsure if he’s ever felt more pissed off in his entire life. And he’s got a hell of a lot of pissed-off moments to choose from. And yet, this really might be it.
It was only last night when he and Sebastian were lying in bed together, Peter utterly worn out, with his hole sore and aching and an absolutely ridiculous number of bite marks down his back. Both he and his gorgeous boyfriend reeked of sex and sweat, sated and warm, and Peter had been certain it was the happiest moment in his entire goddamned life.
He’d been tempted to turn his head and say,marry me, and see what happened. See if somehow his ridiculously gorgeous and too young boyfriend would say yes.
Sebastian had shifted, half-hard cock against Peter’s ass as he licked at Peter’s ear and started talking to him. “I want you to promise me something,” Sebastian said.
The whole evening was so sweet Peter had agreed without thinking, wanting to be good and agreeable and make Sebastian happy. “Anything,” Peter said.
Sebastian had chuckled. “I’ve gone to great effort and expense to make this party perfect for you, Peter. And all I want in return is for you to give it a chance. To just go with it.”
“What if I don’t like it?”
“If I am wrong and you don't like the party, then we will have another one and you will get to plan it. I’ll take out a loan if I have to?—“
Peter turned over because that was the issue. “I don’t want anything expensive. This is why I’m worried. The money is irrelevant. I don’t want a thing or an event or—I just wantyou,” Peter said. He buried his face back in the bed because he was so sick with love that he might start crying.
“Oh, honey. I know. I promise you that I know. I’ve paid attention, Peter. Not just as your lover or your Dominant but as your friend and someone who cherishes you, fucking adores you, and I know I’ve got it right. But what I want from you is almost like scene negotiation.”
That got Peter’s attention. He tried to look over his shoulder. “Go on.”
“I want you to promise me that you’ll stay in character the whole time. No matter what. Remind me who you are.”
Peter took a breath and forced the words out. He hated his character. “I’m a land baron notorious for making shady deals and having more than one business partner wind up dead. Ladies love me and I’m unscrupulous.”
“Exactly. And who am I?” Sebastian asked.
Peter hesitated because shouldn’t Sebastian tell him?
Two fingers sank gently into his loose hole, which was distracting and prompted Peter to answer.
“You’re a poor… um, day laborer looking for a job, desperate for money, maybe desperate enough to kill… oh.” Peter sighed and slid his thigh up the bed, grinding his hardening cock into the damp sheet beneath him.
“Good,” Sebastian agreed and his fingers slid out. He rubbed gently at Peter’s hole. “I love how soft you are, Peter. I love that my come is inside you,” Sebastian said, and Peter nodded in agreement.
“I love it, too,” he said and offered his mouth for a kiss.
“I know you do. And that’s why we’re going to make a deal. If you’re good for me at this party, if you stay in character the whole time, go along with each bit of additional information and clues, then I’m going to reward you. But if you don’t go along with your character and show up at this party in the outfit you’re given, then I won’t come in you for a month. We’ll go back to condoms.”
“You’re kidding. That doesn’t even make sense. You can’t hold out for a month!” Peter said confidently.
Sebastian groaned. “God, I probably can’t. Not breeding your hole. Not knowing you’re dripping with my come, feeling how slick and soft you are when I have you bare? I might not be able to do it. Okay, fine. A week.”
“That’s still too long.”
“Just go along with your party and we won’t even have to worry about it. Promise me.”
Peter sighed. “Fine. I promise.”
