“And it’s warm. It’s better than you could’ve asked for, considering your behavior.”
“My behavior?” I asked, sputtering. “Hey, I’ve been doing what you tell me to!” Not because I wanted to, but that didn’t change the fact that I had.
He gave me a look. “Eat,” he ordered. “No hands.”
Oh, fuck that shit.
I dipped my hand into the bowl of the warm, disgusting looking mess, grimacing, and brought it to my mouth.
“What did I just tell you?” he asked, his voice a low, menacing growl. “No hands, Toby.”
“Then you’ll have to come here and stop me,” I tauntedhim, stupid as I knew it was. “Coward.” I deliberately put the bite in my mouth and licked my fingers.
He stared hard at me, then my heart plummeted into my stomach as he unlocked the cell door.
Well, fuck. That wasn’t what was supposed to happen.
10
Griffin
I hadn’t planned on touching him.
I had wanted to continue as we had been, with him agreeing to do what I told him instead of making me force him… but it seemed like not having something to directly bribe or blackmail him with was going to cause problems. I was going to have to get out the mitts sooner rather than later, but for now…
He pulled back, away from me, but I grabbed his arm before he could get out of reach. I yanked one of his wrists behind his back, then the other, feeling the frantic pulse beneath my fingers.
“I’m sorry!” he yelped as I put a little bit of pressure on them. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”
“Are you going to eat like I told you to?” I asked him. I already knew the answer…
Silence.
“Things are a lot more pleasant when you just do them,” I said, keeping those wrists in my grasp and marveling at how delicate they were. My hand was enough to hold them and keep them in place, no matter how much he squirmed.
At least he knew better than to try to fight me — for now, at least. I didn’t doubt that he’d go for a knee in my crotch if he thought he could manage it.
Just what he would do and where he thought he would go after… That was a different story altogether.
“Kneel down.”
“I can’t with you holding my wrists like that.” He was sulking like a spoiled child, and there was a part of me that could envision spanking his ass until he gave in. It was gorgeous, taut and with just enough mass to make grabbing them look positively appealing.
“If I let you go, are you going to do what I told you to?”
Silence again.
“Do you need me to help you?” I asked, and I made sure my voice was as gentle as if I really was talking to a puppy.
To my shock, he gave a small jerk of his head in a nod.
Oh, he really wasn’t enjoying having to do anything to himself. He’d rather envision me as the big bad guy while he was the innocent victim — and I guess he was.
I was torn.
On one hand, I didn’t want to break the rhythm we’d started to establish. On the other, I wanted my pup to know that I would be there to help him and guide him if he needed it.
“Just this once,” I warned him, going for the best option I could see.
