The tense anxiety from earlier was gone, replaced by hot lust.
“Come on,” Peter said, standing up. He loosened his tie and pulled it off, wrapping it around his hand suggestively before tucking it in his pocket. Chad was still sitting down, watching him with wide eyes and a massive tent in his pants. Peter tilted his head. “What are you waiting for?”
There was an edge of warning in his voice.
Chad jumped up like he’d been shocked, coming to stand awkwardly next to the table. Peter grinned, the smile sharp and dangerous, turning around and heading out of the room.
He could hear Chad scramble to follow.
When they were in the bedroom, the door closing behind Chad with a loud click, Peter started stripping. He could feel Chad watching him, and he took his time as he slowly peeled off his shirt. When he turned toward Chad the younger alpha looked almost hypnotized. His breathing was fast and labored, and his eyes were dark with arousal.
Unbuckling his belt and pulling it off his waist, Peter folded the strip of leather together and pulled it tight. The resulting snap made Chad jump, and Peter chuckled softly.
Chad would be hearing that sound again before the night was over.
“Take a quick shower and clean yourself out,” heordered, letting the belt drop to the floor. “I want you on the bed and ready to go in ten minutes.”
Chad licked his lips, thecommandtaking a second to process, but then he nodded slowly and headed into the bathroom.
Peter admired his ass as he walked away, allowing himself to reach down and grope his bulge in appreciation. There was just something about Chad following his orders—obeying him without question—that made his balls pull up tight like he couldn’t believe. Chad was his—owned and claimed—and they both knew it.
The bathroom door closed behind Chad, and Peter realized he was still fondling himself. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, consciously lifting his hand and leaving his cock alone.
He needed to get a grip.
It would be a mistake to think that he wasn’t still affected by the kidnapping attempt—or that he had his instincts as firmly under control as he would like.
He didn’t.
The only reason he was able to stay calm at the moment was the fact that his penthouse was a veritable fortress and that he had someone he trusted going after the people who tried to take his mate. Remove either of those two conditions and he would lose it.
He had to be careful. Chad was submissive in bed, but right now Peter’s instincts were telling him to claim him as thoroughly as possible—to show both Chad and the world that Peter owned him. He wanted to bite, bruise and mark him. He wanted to smother Chad in his scent until the only thing anyone who came within ten feet him could smell wasPeter.
Planning. That’s what Peter needed. He needed to have a plan for how he was going to fuck Chad, and then follow that plan with the same ruthless focus and control he demanded of himself in every aspect of his life.
The sound of the shower turning on jarred Peter into action. He walked into the closet next to the bathroom, closing the door behind him, and looked at his collection of toys and fetish gear. Sliding his hands over his newest uniform, the gleaming leather soft and buttery to the touch, he debated with himself whether or not he should dress up. He loved the way he felt when he was all decked out in leather, but there was also something to be said for skin-to-skin contact.
He pulled his hand away, deciding to forgo the uniform. There would be plenty of time to play games and dress-up with Chad later. He walked past his remaining uniforms and outfits, coming to a stop in front of the shelf where his favorite toys were laid out and waiting for him, the drawers beneath stuffed to the brim with restraints, hoods and all manner of fun things.
Peter didn’t spend long deciding what gear to use. He already knew what he wanted: Chad, on his back with his legs in the air, wrists and ankles cuffed to the headboard, and a muzzle covering the lower part of his face.
Peter’s cock throbbed at the mental image. He gathered up the cuffs and muzzle and turned back toward the door, stopping when he spotted his leather dress gloves lying on the dresser by the door. Peter hadn’t bought them with sex in mind, but the impulse to put them on was impossible to ignore.
Chad on his back, legs lifted up and spread wide, Peter fucking into him while he curled his fingers around the younger man’s throat… Peter nearly came at the thought of it.
Slipping the dress gloves on, Peter picked the cuffs and muzzle back up and headed into the bedroom, the pronounced bulge in his suit pants leading the way.
“Are you ready to show me your belly?” Peter stepped out of the closet and into the bedroom, ready to fuck Chad’s brains out, only to find his mate lying on top of the sheets, towel still wrapped around his waist, snoring like a bear.
His cock wilted, a soft and fuzzy feeling in his chest dampening his earlier arousal.
Peter watched Chad for a few seconds, gloved hands still clutching the muzzle and restraints, marveling at the fact that hedidn’twant to wake Chad up and berate him for falling asleep. His younger self wouldn’t have batted an eye at waking Chad up with a slap to the face and a blunt cock in his ass, but those days were behind him.
He was glad Chad had never known that version of him.
Putting the muzzle and restraints down on the bedside table, gloves following a second later, Peter stripped Chad of his towel and pulled the sheets down under his body. He lay down next to his tired mate and pulled the sheets back up to cover them both. Chad opened his eyes briefly, a confused expression flitting over his features, but Peter pulled him into his arms and shushed him back to sleep.
Burying his face in Chad’s hair, breathing in the smell of him, Peter closed his eyes and listened to Chad’s slow and even breathing until he too fell asleep.
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