John’s heart slammed against his chest as Carter led him through the door and into the Black Room, the feel of the werewolf squeezing his head and pinning him to his side making him feel lightheaded.
He was really doing this.
The room was exactly what John had imagined. Dark wood was everywhere—from the floor to the elaborate pieces of bondage furniture that took up most of the space—with accents of gleaming black leather giving the room a look that was both sinister and inviting.
“What do you think?” Carter asked, releasing John from under his shoulder and stepping into the room. He ran his hand across the top of what looked like a pommel horse—only with more straps—feeling the padded leather under his fingertips before turning back toward John. The look in his eyes was pure sex.
“It’s kind of intimidating,” John said, fidgeting. He looked around the room, eyes jumping from the bench to a scary looking swing in the corner, and then over to an honest to God pillory before coming back to Carter.
“It’s supposed to be. See anything you want to try?” Carter gestured around the room, making John swallow nervously. The ball was in his corner now. He looked at the wall to his right, having avoided looking at it too hard before now, and gulped at the assortment of whips, chains and sex toys on display.
The largest whip looked like it was almost as tall as John, with a bunch of thick belt-like leather straps coming out of the braided handle.
It was the scariest thing John had ever seen in his life.
“Is there anything in here that you like?” John asked, taking a tentative step forward. “I mean, what would you chose if you could do whatever you wanted with me?”
Carter closed the distance between them and grabbed John by the back of his hair, yanking his head back and looking down at him with a positively evil smirk.
“I’d put you in the sling, tie you down, and fuck you until you werebeggingfor mercy.” Carter ground his hips forward, pressing his jean-clad bulge into John’s lower abs. “And then I’d fuck you harder.”
John was breathing fast, Carter’s words making his balls tight and his cock throb against the front of his pants. He shifted his hips forward and pressed himself into the hard muscle of Carter’s thigh, rutting against him like an animal in heat.
Carter smiled down at him, looking smug and happy at John’s needy behavior.
“Do you want that?” Carter asked. “Do you want me to tie you up and make you my fucking bitch?”
John tried to nod, but Carter was still gripping his hair in a viselike grip. Licking his lips, he forced his voice to work.
“Yes. I’d like that.”
Abruptly, Carter pushed him away and crossed his arms over his chest, watching as John stumbled back. The sleeves of his leather jacket bulged under the strain of his biceps, and John spent a second wishing he were back under John’s shoulder with one of those arms wrapped around the back of his neck.
“Strip.”
John jumped, Carter’s stern tone catching him off guard. It also made a spurt of pre-cum shoot into his underwear.
When John didn’t immediately start stripping, Carter gave him a long look before walking over to the wall with all the whips and toys, reaching for a wicked looking crop and testing it against his palm. The sound of the leather flap at the end of the crop hitting Carter’s palm made John’s whole body jolt.
“I’m waiting.” Carter’s voice was firm and no nonsense, the authority in his tone making John feel like his legs were made of jelly. He walked back to John, lifting the crop and placing it under his chin, forcing him to lift his head.
It was amazing.
“How do you feel about me using this on you?” Carter asked, sliding the tip of the crop up across John’s face and letting the leather flap rest against his chin. The sensation of cool leather against his face had John closing his eyes and letting out an involuntary moan, another spurt of pre-cum leaking from his tip and wetting his cock.
“I guess that answers that question,” Carter said, tracing the crop over John’s lips and to his other cheek. “Youreekof arousal.”
John blinked his eyes open, suddenly self-conscious. Was that a bad thing?
Carter answered the question before John could worry about it.
“I fucking love it.” Carter lifted the crop off John’s cheek and brought it lightly back down, and then before John could brace for it, lifted it up again and smacked it downhard.
“That hurt,” John said, not in complaint but in wonder. He lifted his hand and rubbed his cheek. It stung, the feeling going right to his balls and making them feel heavy and tight.
“I told you to get naked, John. I expect you to obey me.”
John’s spine tingled at the sheer dominance radiating off the much bigger man in front of him. Hurrying to obey, his fingers were clumsy as he stripped off his shirt and started unbuttoning his pants. A graceless minute later he was naked.
