Chad stepped out of the shower to find Peter leaning against the sink with his arms crossed over his chest. The alpha was wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt, his big biceps forcing the sleeves to ride up, and tight blue jeans that showed off exactly what he was packing. Chad froze, the feeling of being essentially naked while Peter was fully dressed making him feel all weird and funny in his stomach—and in his cock.
“Hey,” he said, his voice coming out a little hoarse.
“Hey, you,” Peter replied, tilting his head. “We found out who tried to kidnap you today.”
Chad felt a flush of relief.
“You did?”
Peter nodded, telling him all about Andrew Silkwood and his secretary.
“She can’t be that hard to track, can she?” Chad asked. After all, a beta going up against the combined efforts of Merchant and Dawn wasn’t going to last long.
“They haven’t found her yet,” Peter said. “But I’m sure Merchant will find her sooner rather than later. Besides, the good news is that they didn’t pay for a second attempt.”
Chad smiled, relieved that he wouldn’t have to have Aiden shadowing him anymore. The less he saw of the other alpha the better.
“Are you hungry?” Peter asked, pushing away from the sink and standing up straight. The move brought him closer and Chad almost took an involuntary step back. Instead he lifted his hand and brushed the back of his knuckles over Peter’s abs, feeling the hard ridges through the thin cotton of his shirt. The muscles clenched in response to the touch and Peter took a sharp breath.
“A little,” Chad said, answering Peter’s question.
“Good. Dinner is ready.” Peter took a step back, and Chad moved toward the door to the bedroom.
“Great, I’m just going to get dressed.”
“No.”
Chad froze, looking over his shoulder at Peter. He waited for Peter to explain, but the alpha just licked his lips and smiled.
“No?” he asked, his voice cracking.
“Finish drying off and wait on the bed,” Peter ordered, moving into the walk in closet and closing the door behind him. Chad’s cock hardened at the sheer force behind Peter’s command, tenting his towel and making his balls feel tight.
He finished drying off and walked into the bedroom, sitting down on the end of the bed while he waited to see what Peter had in store for him. His stomach twisted with excited nerves, and he wondered how hard Peter intended to play. He could be in for anything from some light bondage and spanking to full mummification followed by the bullwhip. Unless Chad voiced a preference, Peter would do whatever he was in the mood for.
Whatever Peter had planned, Chad couldn't wait.
A second later Peter emerged from the closet and Chad’s mouth pooled with drool. Peter hadn’t changed his clothes, but he’d put on a pair of heavy boots and tight leather gloves, and the effect was amazing. Peter always looked dominant and in charge, but add even a little bit of leather and he was suddenly all dom.
Peter grinned at Chad’s reaction, and Chad felt his cock throb at the wicked expression.
Peter was carrying a small gym bag that looked like it was bursting at the seams, a few shiny leather straps sticking out of the top, hinting at what lay inside.
“Stand up,” Peter ordered, his tone calm and authoritative and impossible to disobey. Chad shot to his feet and took a step forward, cock bouncing against his stomach, his chest rising with a sharp gasp when Peter reached out and grabbed his nipple between his thumb and index finger.
“Do you like that?” Peter asked, pinching down and pulling on Chad’s nipple. The pain was exquisite and sent a stream of pre-cum gushing from Chad’s cock.
“Yes, sir,” Chad said, rising up on his toes when Peter started pulling his nipple up. Then, moving almost too fast for Chad to realize what he was doing, Peter let go of his nipple and lifted his hand up, punching Chad’s chest hard enough to have him crashing down on the bed. The impact was blunt and painful, and it felt just as good as having his nipple squeezed.
Chad grinned up at the ceiling while Peter leaned down and slapped an open palm down on his abs. The sound was like a crack of thunder, and Peter followed it with a fist to his gut that knocked the air right out of his body.
He loved impact play.
“What’s your safeword?” Peter asked, pushing his closed fist down on Chad’s bellybutton. Chad was lying on his back, legs hanging off the edge of the mattress with his feet on the floor, Peter standing between his legs and leaning down over him like some kind of menacing demon.
“Red,” Chad gasped, having no intention of using the word.
“Good boy.” Peter punched him again, and Chad’s upper body lifted off the bed as his gut absorbed the impact. The feeling went right to his cock and it took everything he had not to reach for the stiff length and jerk himself off.
