Page 9 of Expanding Command

I could give that to him. The idea was deeply gratifying. Miles couldn't help but lean closer, drinking in the way the other man's breath came quicker. Something about his manner and the curve of his lips awoke a rare, exquisite longing, a sensual hunger so unusual for Miles that part of him was afraid to grasp it too tightly. "What kind of sensation?" he asked, sliding his fingers into the back of his hair.

A soft whimper escaped Bunny's lips as Miles's fingers tightened. "That," he breathed. "Or more, if it pleases you. I like being manhandled. I like certain kinds of role play and impact play very much. I..." his eyes flicked down to the quickly swelling ridge in Miles's pants with unmistakable hunger. "I like sex even more. I like to be..." There was a brief hesitation and shyness in his words, his cheeks darkening. "...ravished."

Miles groaned softly. He pulled Bunny's head back, reveling in the way he shuddered, eyes falling half-closed in pleasure behind his mask. "Ravished, sweet Bunny? You need a big, strong man to throw you around and have his way with you?" It was impossibly hot to be speaking such things out loud after how often he and Darren had fantasized about it.

"Please, Sir." Bunny's soft entreaty was impossibly needy, a shudder running through his entire body. Trembling like a nervous baby bunny.

It made satisfaction crackle deep inside Miles. "You could get that from anywhere," he forced himself to point out. "Go to any gay bar, and I'm sure you'd have men lined up around the block for a chance at your sweet little ass... and those lips...."

"Perhaps." Blue eyes met his again, with as much surety as longing. "But I don't want that, Sir."

"No?" Miles found himself rubbing the back of his neck to soothe him. "No. You're a good boy, aren't you, little bunny? You yearn to serve your Master's pleasure. Maybe... your Master and your husband?" The idea made desire flare hot inside him, as did the soft moan it drew from Bunny's lips. "Maybe your Master, your husband, and their Master?"

"Yes, Sir," Bunny breathed without hesitation. "And... if it pleases you... I'd like to help you give the same to my Raffles. He aches for it. So badly."

It was easy to imagine them all focused on wrecking that beautiful man... and surprisingly hot. "Such a good boy," Miles murmured, smiling at his whimper. "I'm sure, given time to get to know each other and trust each other, we can see to what you need."

Bunny swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing in the stretched back column of his throat. "Please stay tonight, Sir. I beg you. I ache to get to know you."

I already know you. The thought was strange, but it felt right. Was this how Darren felt with a sub? He could see ways they were alike so clearly. This trusting, needy man was so beautiful and familiar to his heart. He could understand far more ways where they differed, too. Ways he very much longed to explore and claim.

Memories of Darren arose. Miles's entire being had so quickly longed for the man to command him when they'd first met, though he'd known hardly anything of Darren other than the man's kindness and obvious inner strength. But their connection had been undeniable, even if he hadn't even been able to explain it.

Looking at the man in front of him, Miles was sure that sense of connection couldn't be his imagination either. He needed to find out how deep it went.

No sex tonight, of course. He wouldn't try to rationalize some other form of sexual intimacy through semantics. But the anticipation of the rest of the weekend would be far sweeter because of it.

Tightening his fingers on the nape of Bunny's neck, he drew him forward, smiling as the man rose up on his knees obediently. "Good boy," he murmured and leaned closer. Bunny's eyes fluttered closed, the thick golden fringe brushing his cheeks. His petal-soft lips parted with a soft, shaky breath.

The heat in Miles's core flared to a brief, blazing inferno, craving the fuel of kissing this man. Miles had to press his thumb to his bottom lip to resist the urge, and groaned as Bunny immediately sucked on the tip with a whimper. Was this how Darren had felt when he'd been so desperate and needy? If so, his husband was even more of a saint than Miles had ever realized.

He nuzzled Bunny's jaw instead, breathing deeply of a very pleasant cologne. "I do want to stay," he purred, the heat of desire nearly unbearable. "I want to stay, and I want you under my command. I know we've just barely met you, but I'm so drawn to you. I yearn to experience having you as my sub. I need to taste how it feels to give you everything you long for."

Bunny moaned around his thumb, one trembling hand grabbing hold of his knee as if in a desperate attempt to steady himself. "Please," he whined softly around his thumb. "Sir - !"

"Shh..." God, it would be so incredible, so easy to kiss him. But would he be able to stop at only that? A dozen scenarios born of this lovely man's desires were already running through his head, including very much wanting to see those sweet lips wrapped around his shaft. He couldn't risk the temptation of those lips. But he needed something.

"Hold still," Miles said gruffly instead, pressing his thumb against the man's eager tongue while tightening his other hand at the base of his skull to control him. He kissed the corner of his mouth with a groan, then mouthed hungrily down his jaw and throat, tasting his skin. "Be a good boy, little bunny. If you behave, I'll let your husband watch me fuck you until you can't think of anything but my cock."

The other man arched closer, sucking harder at his thumb with a choked, desperate noise. "Mmmph - !"

"I see you've had a nice talk about staying?" Darren's unexpected purr broke through the tension. Miles straightened, heart pounding despite the warmth in his voice as he approached. When Miles looked up at him, his husband's smile widened, eyes moving over them with undisguised appreciation.

Behind him, Raffles's gaze was unfocused, his rumpled suit not hiding the ridge of his arousal. Focusing, he gave Miles a wide smile when their gaze met.

"We had a very nice talk about staying," Miles replied. "Among other things. Pretty Raffles was right. Bunny is an exceptional sub." He let go of Bunny's hair, drawing his thumb from his mouth and stroking his lips apologetically at Bunny's soft whimper. He kissed the sliver of bare forehead above between his mask and neat hairline. "It's alright, sweetheart. We'll talk more soon. Thank you for your service."

Darren hummed in approval, then turned to Raffles. "We'll need fifteen or twenty minutes to take down the suspension rig and get our car loaded up. We're parked out the side door. If you two need to say goodbye to anyone or... see to anything else?"

For a second, Raffles stared at him blankly, as if whatever they'd done outside had driven all the thoughts from his pretty head. "Ah. Um. Ah yes. Thank you, Sir. Darling...?"

Miles couldn't help but lean forward before Bunny could rise, raising a hand to Raffles to beg for patience. "A moment, please," he said, cupping Bunny's cheek, reveling in his soft intake of breath and the delightful tension that re-entered his form.

"You may tell your Master what we talked about," he decided, brushing his sweet lips with his thumb again at Bunny's soft moan. "I want you to. And take care of his needs like the good boy you are, alright? My Master has left him in such a way. Serve him and give him your pleasure like I know you ache to. Understand?"

"Yes, Sir," Bunny breathed. "Thank you."

"Good boy." Miles caressed his cheek, then leaned back, motioning him away. "Go."