What he’d done today took balls, and there was something insanely attractive about how he’d egged me on, meeting me in a challenge for dominance. What he would learn is that I would always be the one in charge, the Alpha, but I enjoyed a good struggle with my prey and mate.
We arrived home, and Mark was so still I thought he’d fallen asleep, but when I popped the door open on his side after getting out of mine, he jerked upward. I slapped my hand on his head and took the brunt of the hit against the glove box.
“Careful,” I soothed.
He glared at me and huffed around his gag when I hooked my hands under his armpits, yanking him out and standing him up on his feet. Once I had his door closed and I’d locked the truck, I grabbed him around the waist and threw him over my shoulder. He grunted and wriggled and I slapped him on the ass hard enough that the sound echoed in the garage.
He gasped and his cock pressed insistently against my shoulder.
I smoothed my hand over the spot I’d hit, my palm rubbing over his soft, round asscheeks, and my dick throbbed as I thought about getting inside him again. But I wasn’t going to rush tonight. First, I wanted to play. When I got to the door that led from the garage into the house, I unlocked it while juggling Mark. Kicking it closed behind me, I took him into the dining room and sat him down on one of the wooden chairs. Only then did I unbuckle my belt and pop the leather out of his mouth.
“What the hell are you thinking?” he snapped, eyes blazing with fury. “Youkidnappedme.”
I laughed gently and tickled my fingers over his cheek and jaw. He shivered, obviously fighting between being angry and lusting after me. “I took what belonged to me.”
“I’m not a possession.” He fell back against the chair and sighed.
“You’re my prey, my mate.”
He frowned, his dark red eyebrows furrowing. “I don’t know what that means.”
“Wait here.” I turned and left him in the dining room as I swept into the kitchen. I grabbed a menu for a Chinese takeout place nearby and a couple of beers from the fridge before I made my way back to him. Much to my relief, he hadn’t moved, not that he could go far even if he tried. The knots I’d tied were tight against his ankles and hands and getting them loose would take a lot of time and energy.
Opening the trifold menu, I slid it across the table for him to see what they had to order while I grabbed two beer coolers and slid the cans into them. Popping the tabs, I took a seat as he gave me a similar frown to the one he had earlier.
“What is this?” He glanced around as though searching for hidden cameras. “Did Vane put you up to this? I don’t think it’s very funny.”
“The mayor?” I chuckled and shook my head. “No, little rabbit. This is all me. Tell me what you want to eat and I’ll order. They have a guaranteed half-hour delivery. We can have some food and then get to the more interesting fun.”
“And what fun would that be?” He laid his bound wrists on the table, the skin under the ties already reddening. Even though he had his mouth free, he hadn’t said the safeword, so while I didn’t want to hurt him, I didn’t rush to take the ropes off, either. I liked my prey to be bound and at my mercy.
“You’ll find out. What do you want?” I nodded at the menu again, and he sighed.
He stared down for barely half a minute before he made a sound in the back of his throat. “I’ll have the Cantonese roast duck and the steamed prawn dumplings.”
I grinned. “Good choices.” I tugged my phone out of my jeans’ pocket and hit the contact info for the restaurant. After I was done ordering, I put my cell on the table and dragged my chair closer to his. I grabbed his beer and raised it to his lips, and he froze.
“What are you doing?” he whispered.
“Giving you a drink. Do you like beer?”
He shrugged. “I’ve… never really tried much.”
I laughed gently. “Then this will be a test for you. It’s Coors.”
Mark hesitated, then nodded, and I pressed the can to his lips. He swallowed some of it and grimaced away from the beer with his mouth twisted in disgust. “That is horrible.”
I snorted in laughter and took a big swallow of the beer myself, humming as the cold liquid slid its way down my throat and settled in my belly. I couldn’t have too many, especially during the summer when I worked long hours, but one every now and then never hurt.
He stared, and I felt his gaze like fire on my skin, scorching and hot, burning a hole into me until he could see my very soul. His intenseness had intrigued me since I first saw him up on that stage, glaring out at the men who had the balls to even think about bidding on him.
“Primal play.”
He startled, eyes widening. “What?”
“What I’m into. My kink. It’s called primal play.” I took another sip and held the beer out to him, and much to my surprise, he leaned forward for it. I tipped the can against his lips and he swallowed greedily, some of the alcohol missing his mouth and trickling out of the corner. I seized his chin and leaned forward, licking a stripe up his skin to catch the escaping beer, and he moaned, the sound going straight to my already fattened cock.
“What does it involve?” A flush swept across his face and his lashes fluttered against his cheek, like he was trying hard not to close his eyes when I dotted kisses across his jaw. “I mean, is it like pet play? I’ve heard of that.”
