Conrad had a moment of regret that the bag of toys that could be fun to use on Kylo was so far away. Voices carried up the stairs from below as Kylo’s brothers all had their say at once.
Inside the room, Kylo’s fingers held his a little more tightly as he flicked a switch, and a lamp illuminated the masculine space, revealing Kylo’s anxiety. Conrad waited for him to close the door, needing this to be Kylo’s decision.
His lips curled at the edges when the door closed and blocked the voices.
One squeeze of Kylo’s hand and Conrad let go. He came closer until there was no space between them. Their chests brushed together as they both breathed deeply. The scent of body wash and desire warmed the air surrounding them.
Conrad’s finger went under Kylo’s chin so their gazes could meet. What he saw made his heart swell. “Strip off and lie in the middle of the bed, face down. Your arms and legs, spread them to the four corners of the mattress,” he crooned, adding a little of his dragon’s heat to his breath.
Kylo licked his lips and jerkily took a step back to do as Conrad requested.
Conrad admired the hard body. The sinewy muscles that rippled and flexed as Kylo placed a knee on the bed without looking at him to lay face down, his head turned away as he spread his limbs out. Red slashed over his exposed cheekbone, his eyes hooded.
As a reward, Conrad went to the edge of the bed and stroked his fingers up the back of Kylo’s honey-colored skin. The small, hissed curse made Conrad smile although Kylo remained still. He bent and whispered in Kylo’s ear. “You are not to move. I want you to imagine silk binds wrapped around your wrists and ankles, tethering you. Can you do that for me?”
Another curse, only this one came with a shiver. The tiny hairs on Kylo’s body rose under Conrad’s light, trailing fingers.
“Yes,” Kylo replied breathlessly.
“Good.” He got closer, his lips close enough to feel the heat coming from his mate. “I’m going to show you how beautiful you are to me as you submit to me.” He brushed his mouth over the shell of his ear. Licking, then blowing gently at the curve and getting another shiver.
Conrad stood back and wasn’t disappointed when Kylo’s jaw clenched, as if to stop whatever he wanted to say to himself. “I’m in charge. You gave up your control to me to do as I wish with it.” He stripped as he spoke, staying in Kylo’s eyeline.
His mate had seen him naked and covered in blood. This time he’d see Conrad’s arousal. How it excited him to give this to his mate. To reveal this part of him to another and understand the universe had picked him for Conrad, meaning they were perfect for each other.
Naked, he swaggered back to the bed. “Do you have any body oils?”
Kylo’s head popped off the mattress and Conrad gave him a stare that could ignite wood from a hundred feet away. “Did I say you could lift your head?” He added a little bite to his words, before he trailed his hand over the hard buttock and pinched hard enough to leave a red mark.
Kylo’s head hit the mattress with a strangled moan. The sound tempted Conrad to get Kylo to roll over so he could see the effect his touch had on him.
“Oil?”
“There might be a box-set thingy in the chest over there. Mom gave it to me for Christmas.”
In the chest there were several boxsets revealing that one parent wanted their son to relax, judging by the scented oils in the boxes. Juniper, a favorite of Conrad’s, got torn from a box and he returned to the bed, eager to start.
On the bed, kneeling between Kylo’s spread legs. Conrad opened the bottle. “If you feel uncomfortable or need me to stop at any point, you need to come up with a word that will make me listen. Saying no, or stop, won’t work ‘cause you’ll say those words and not mean them.”
“Seriously!” he snapped, although his head remained on the covers.
“Yes, now pick a word.”
“Tembo’i.”
There was humor in his voice as he said it making Conrad suspicious as to its meaning. “What does it mean?”
“It’s an insult no man wants, as it refers to small male genitals.”
Conrad coughed out a laugh. “Being cheeky could earn you another punishment if you’re not careful.”
The head on the mattress moved enough that Kylo could look a little easier at Conrad without lifting his head. “Bring it!”
Conrad didn’t hesitate and slapped the exposed ball bag between Kylo’s legs with four fingers hard enough to make a loud slapping sound.
He writhed on the bed, his hands turning into fists, but Kylo never used his word. The open bottle was forgotten for a moment, Conrad’s worked his free hand under Kylo and angled his rock-hard cock so it was pointing down between his legs so Conrad could get better access to it.
Another hissed curse from Kylo, and Conrad was ready to get started. “You look beautiful,” he rasped, deepening his voice.
