“I… fuck.” Ross’s laugh was shaky, and he let out another quick breath. “You’re so hot.”
“Yeah?” I winked at him and palmed a condom and sachet of lube from the jar sitting on the table. Last but not least, I grabbed the final piece of flare to set the moment on fire—a pair of handcuffs. I dangled them in front of myself as I strode forward, the heelsclackingon the wooden floor. “I think I should get my first payment, Ross. I’m going to cuff you tonight, and then I’m going to use your cock. I’m going to fuck myself on you, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”
He did let out a groan this time and his eyelashes fluttered.
“If you want me to stop at any time, say red. Am I clear?”
Ross nodded quickly. “Yes.”
“You may call me Mister. Say it. Yes, Mister.”
He swiped his tongue over his lips and swallowed again. “Yes, Mister.”
I grinned, excitement stirring low in my gut. The leather pants pinched at my balls and made my cock harder. I wasn’t really surprised by being turned on from a bit of pain. “I won’t fuck you tonight, but I know you want that to happen as much as I do, don’t you?”
He hesitated, and I thought for a moment I’d read him wrong, but then he went to touch himself, and I hissed. He took his hand back to his knee. “Yes, Mister.”
“Good, because I want that too, love bug. Your cock, your ass. It all belongs tomenow, and I’m going to use you,” I whispered in a low, desire-filled tone.
He groaned.
I swung the handcuffs. “Time to give me your first payment, honeybee.”
9
Ross
Stormy wassleek and edible in his leather and the corset that cinched tight to his middle. As he strolled toward me my body prickled with heat. His pale skin gleamed against the black leather clothing and made him glow like an otherworldly creature. My cock saluted and I fought to take a deep breath. The cuffs glinted in the low light of the room, and he sent me a wicked grin.
But I really didn’t deserve to touch the sleek curves of his ass or have those talented top-dollar lips on me. Not right now. What did I have to give him? My body was all I had to offer this evil dream god, and unease burrowed into my stomach. All I had to give him was me. How could that possibly be enough? If what he was saying was true about the money he had, then he’d never been in my position when I patronized him.
He’d neverneededmy money.
Or me.
So what was he getting out of this? What had he gotten out of all the times we’d been together already?
He stopped in front of me and jingled the cuffs so that the music of metal had my breath speeding. I dug my fingers into the couch cushions on either side of me.
When I hesitated to hold up my wrists—prison and all the humiliation I’d suffered still fresh in my mind—Stormy executed a graceful bend that stuck his rounded, beautiful ass high in the air and grabbed my hand. With a smirk, he straddled my lap and then sank his teeth lightly into the heel of my palm.
The heat and odd pain had me jolting, even as he pressed his leather-clad ass against my groin. The friction destroyed me, and I nudged upward and gasped at the pleasure. The excited bulge under the tight leather at the front of his pants made me all the harder. The thinking part of my brain shut off under the onslaught of pressure from his ass. In a daze I let my hand go limp and stopped struggling, and he carefully unclenched his teeth from my flesh.
“That wasn’t so difficult, doll, was it?” He licked the indent left behind in my skin from his bite and snapped the cool metal around my left wrist. My cock surged at the conflicting sensations of his scorching mouth and the freezing metal.
“Stormy, what—”
“Let me do your thinking right now. Let your Mister take care of you, Ross.”
Dumbly, I nodded, because what else could I do?
He grabbed my other hand and forced me to hold still while he cuffed that one, too. And by “forced,” I meant he was just too perfect to struggle against. I panted and tried not to embarrass myself as I gave the cuffs a gentle tug. The pressure as he wriggled his ass on me made everything more difficult to contain. My stomach clenched and I dropped my head back with a groan. The muscles at the base of my cock twitched and strained, zipping a tight tension through my lower abdomen. Stormy shifted his weight and a tender thrum of pleasure jolted from my cockhead deep into the center of my body. It’d been forever since I was with a real, live man.
Two months without him had been hell.
He bent and danced a kiss along my neck, and I tilted my head to give him space to work. He licked at the spot below my ear, then dragged his teeth along the same place not even a second later, which rippled goose bumps over my arms. Who was this aggressive man, hotter than the sunny side of Death Valley, and what had happened to the cock-hungry hooker who’d been willing to follow my lead? None of my awful ideas while I was mayor had been too wild for him. He’d letmefuckhimin so many places around the city.
To be fair, he was still after my cock.
