Page 27 of Blades and Bone

“Last night you were keen to go. Or were you just trying to get under my skin? Are you a bit of a brat?” Hamish was a lot of a brat, even if he didn’t know it. “Do you want to tap out? All you need to do is say, ‘I am very sorry’. Sorry can be your safe word.”

That got his attention again.

“Your choice, Hamish.” He swung his legs up on the bed and leaned against the headboard. “I am in no rush and can play for hours.”

“You’re a psychopath.”

“A psychopath would not be paying attention to whether or not you’re enjoying it.”

For a heartbeat, Hamish looked like he wanted to argue the fact, but Brodie hadn’t touched him, only made suggestions, and the younger vampire was rock hard. He lifted his gaze. “If I’m enjoying it, why is it a punishment?”

Brodie lifted his glass of wine. “You’ll find out.”

Chapter Fourteen

Hamish had a choice: be stuck in the house for fuck knows how long with no clothes or see this through. When he’d left everything on the bed, this was not what he’d been expecting…not exactly. He’d expected to be questioning Brodie about his predilections, not be on the receiving end of them, or at least not like this. He held the now more threatening prostate massager in one hand and the lube in the other as he hid in the bathroom.

Maybe it was that he hadn’t expected Brodie to be so bossy…or that he’d like it. It was another layer of confusion that he really didn’t need. His erection flagged as the cold from the tiles seeped into his feet, and he contemplated how he’d ended up in this predicament.

The trouble was he still stood by his prior assessment. He’d done the right thing in Albany, and he’d done the right thing by exposing Brodie’s secrets after searching the house.

Was he playing by Reid rules?

Should he have put everything away?

But what would that have told him about Brodie? Now he knew Brodie was a neat freak who liked to toy with his enemies the way cats played with mice, and he was the mouse.

He sighed; if he tapped out now, he was only confirming his mouse status, and he refused to be locked inside, naked and bored. He’d show Brodie this mouse had teeth.

For the second time that day, he flicked the cap on the lube, but this time he squeezed out extra before slicking the butt plug, sure that Brodie was going to make full use of the remote…and that he was going to enjoy it. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure Brodie hadn’t moved and wasn’t watching before leaning forward to insert the toy. He didn’t waste time teasing and prepping, wincing a little as he shoved it in. Maybe he should’ve taken a moment…he took a couple of breaths, then straightened up.

His dick was still confused…as was he. Was this punishment or fun?

He didn’t know what was worse.

With a final breath, he stepped out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. Brodie was still reclined against the headboard, glass of wine in hand. Next to him was the remote. His stomach tightened, expecting Brodie to reach for it and turn the plug in his ass on.

“You figured it out?” Brodie asked.

“Yes.”

“And the lube?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. He returned to the bathroom and grabbed it off the vanity, then tossed it on the bed.

Brodie picked up the remote and pressed a button.

The vibration made his asshole tighten. “Fuck.”

“That’s not where it belongs. Put it away.”

Hamish glared at him, while his dick completely betrayed him, acting like it was into this weird torture-fun. “Fine.”

He snatched up the tube and put it on the secret headboard shelf.

“And the rest. Do you remember where everything goes?”

“Of course I do.” He gathered up the other, thicker tub of lube and the rope.