And North was pretty certain that precum leaked from the tip of his dick.
Yeah, he was twisted.
But Jared knew that and still wanted him.
There’s no way that Angie would want him if she knew the truth.
Why was he thinking about her? He didn’t even like her, let alone care what she thought of him.
North didn’t care what anyone thought of him but Jared.
There was no way he could have anything so . . . soft in his life. And she’d probably scoff at being called soft because Angie definitely had some sharp edges. She’d wrapped herself up in barbed wire and landmines and he couldn’t blame her.
Not after the hell that she’d lived through.
Smack! Smack!
“No thinking. Do I need to tie you up and play with your cock until you scream? Do I need to put you in a cock cage for the day? Deny you any orgasms. Hmm? Is that what you need?”
“No, Sir,” he replied. The last thing he wanted was to not come.
“Then give me all of your attention. I’m going to make you scream and beg. For ignoring me. For mentioning other men’s cocks. But mostly because I know you need it.”
Yeah. That was what he needed.
Jared started his torture again and North was determined not to give in.
At least not too easily.
So he bit his lip and held onto his control. How long he was going to manage, he didn’t know.
Jared paused every so often to spank him. The pain only added to his need.
Christ.
The other man was going to fucking kill him.
Jared played with his dick for so long that North actually started shaking. He couldn’t believe that such a light touch could affect him like this. But here he was, trembling and panting, on the verge of begging.
“That’s it, my boy. You’re getting so close to the edge, aren’t you? You need to come, but you need to beg me before I’ll let you come. Such a hard, firm cock.”
Fuck! He was right there. It wasn’t going to take much more until he fell over the edge.
Come on. Come on.
Then Jared’s hand disappeared from North’s dick and his other hand slapped his ass which was hot and throbbing by now.
Shit.
It was too much. He was going to break. He could feel it. And as twisted as it sounded this was one of the reasons he could respect Jared. Could listen to him. Could let him have this sort of control.
Because the bastard could make him break.
The only difference from everyone else in North’s life was that Jared could also piece him back together.
“Fuck,” North said on a groan as Jared started playing with his cock again. “I need . . . I need . . .”
“What do you need, boy?” Jared asked as he moved away from him completely, opening up a drawer in his desk.
