I chuckled, sliding my thumb across his chin. “No, it’s not pet play, though I am curious how you know about that.”
He went to look away, but I dragged his face back toward me. “My cousin’s into it.” He shrugged, glaring with little heat. “He’s a puppy, and he’s not ashamed of it. He’s talked about it a few times when I visit for the holidays.”
“Your family just got more interesting,” I murmured, stroking my thumb down his neck and over his pulse point, feeling the gentle beats of his heart. “But no, primal isn’t the same as pet. Pet is usually someone pretending to be a domesticated animal, and they have an owner who takes care of them and gives them what they need. Primal is… more primal.” I laughed. “It’s about letting go of your inhibitions and giving in to basic instincts. I’m the Alpha and you’re my prey. I want to mate you, fuck myself into you without feeling like I need to control myself. I want to breed you, fill you up, and put my marks on you. I wouldn’t be your owner like I’m a human and you’re the animal, Mark. That’s what pet play people are missing, if you ask me. We’re all animals. I’d be your mate, the one who provides for you, takes care of you just so I can fill you up with my spunk, and everyone will know you’re mine.”
A shiver went through him, and he blinked at me, eyes clouded with need. He swallowed and nodded. “Oh.”
I smirked and pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I want to claim you with my bites.” Sliding my hand around his neck, I touched the teeth marks stark on his skin, a reminder of what we’d done earlier today. I’d already made sure everyone knew he was mine, and I’d continue doing it until he was littered with my bruises—my claim.
“What made you… realize you like this?” He leaned into my touch and jolted in surprise, like he hadn’t realized he was doing it.
“I’ve always been the possessive type. After a while it made sense to me that I liked letting go in the bedroom, and needed to give in to the animal I wanted to be.” I slid my hand down his chest, over his wrinkled suit and shirt. I’d donethat. A bubble of pride burst in my chest. Mark was usually so straightlaced, a perfect employee of city hall, but I’d ruffled him up, taken him from behind in his work bathroom. Excitement coiled inside me and went straight to my dick, stiffening it up more.
“So you like hunting me?” He reached out for the beer with his bound hands, and I waved them away, bringing the can back to his lips. As he gulped a mouthful down, his Adam’s apple bounced, and I couldn’t look away. He drank half the can before he recoiled and wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m your prey.”
I smiled, warmth spreading throughout me until my body felt too hot. I didn’t want to wait for food. I wanted to fuck him, but I also had to make sure he was well fed before we did anything. This could take all night, and I was going to thoroughly devour him until he couldn’t walk straight.
“Yes, little rabbit, I enjoy hunting you before I claim you, over and over again. I want you to always remember you belong to me.” I slid my finger over the restraints on his wrists. “But I never want you to think you can’t say no. I gave a verbal safeword, and now I want to give you a physical one. If you’re ever gagged or unable to talk and you want me to stop, I want you to tap your hand three times on whatever surface you can, like this.” I slapped the table three times in front of him. “Understand?”
He nodded, drawing his bottom lip into his mouth. “Yes.”
“I want to talk about something else. Condoms.”
He winced, and I thought I knew the answer already. Mark seemed like a safe guy, the type who hated the thought of bareback, but that didn’t stop me from asking.
“I like being bare while I hunt. I want to feel the heat of your asshole squeezing down on me.” Unlocking my phone, I turned it to face him, showing my latest STI results. “I don’t have any infections. This is proof. I’d like to fuck you without a condom.”
He glanced up at me from under long eyelashes and pursed his lips for a moment, then sighed. “Okay,butI want to see regular reports. I won’t take any risks. You should really ask about me, but since you didn’t, I’m good to go, too.”
I smiled, the need to feel his bare ass around my cock swelling in my chest. “Oh, little rabbit, I’d do anything to get into your hole naked.”
The doorbell rang, interrupting an intense stare-off we were having. As much as I wanted to stay there and watch him until night became morning, I had other plans in mind. I stood and walked to the door, taking the Chinese from one of my regular deliverers. He nodded in thanks at the tip I pressed into his palm before I came back inside. I dropped into my chair just as Mark held out his hands to me.
“Are you going to take these off so I can eat?”
I grinned. “No, I’m going to feed you myself.”
“You’re… but why?” He frowned at me.
“Because my prey is tastier when he’s well-fed,” I murmured, low in my throat, watching the tremble that rocked him. Exhilaration slid through me like molten lava, slow and blistering, and my cock pressed insistently against the zipper of my jeans.
I opened the boxes of food, and went to the kitchen to grab a fork. I’d always hated chopsticks, and even though I’d eaten Chinese since I was a kid, I could never get the hang of them. Taking a seat again, I stabbed his duck and held it to his mouth.
He stared at me for a long moment, his eyes inquiring and full of the kind of rebellion I’d always enjoyed, but when he finally opened his mouth, I was a tad disappointed I didn’t have to force the food between his lips like I craved to do with my dick.
He chewed on the duck carefully, licking some of the liquid off his lips, and I couldn’t tear my gaze away from the sweet pink tongue he had.
“Another?” I whispered, rocking forward to kiss him, but thought better of it and sat back. There’d be enough time for kissing and fucking later.
“Yes, please.” He opened his mouth, and my cock throbbed.
I took the time to feed him, one piece of duck and dumpling after another, until he finally admitted he was full. Only then did I feed myself, but I wasn’t very hungry, so I had a few bites and was done. My excitement at getting him into my den was overpowering, and nothing could stop me from taking him up there and playing.
After I’d dumped the containers and placed the leftovers in the fridge, I strode back into the dining room and yanked him to his feet and into my arms. He grunted in surprise as I lifted him, and I held him close to my chest as I stalked to the wooden stairs, clones of the same ones Liv had in her place. Our houses were almost identical, like most of the homes around this area, but mine had one difference, which I’d constructed myself—a dark den where I could take my prey to play.
To get to the playroom we had to go through my room, so once in there, I dragged the key ring out of my pocket and unlocked the door beside my closet. Mark’s lips twitched toward a smile as I attempted to balance him and wield the key at the same time. Once the door was open, I walked inside and went across the room to drop him on the couch near the far corner before I went back to close the door again. I used the key to lock us in. Slipping the key ring back into my pocket, I spun on him with a smirk.
The den was crafted to keep the dimness in the room. The walls were painted black, the floorboards were the same dark wood as the ones in the rest of the house, while the furniture Mark lay on was a black leather swan couch, with one end curved much higher than the other and a dip in the middle—perfect for fucking.
