Page 30 of Blades and Bone

“Much better,” Brodie said.

Hamish’s cheeks heated as he stood. He wanted to blame being bent over, plugged ass on display. Aside from at work, he was never told he was doing a good job.

“And the table.” Brodie pointed at the drop of cum.

His dick promptly decided that was an order to make more mess. His balls tightened as he came with a whimper over the side of the glass and the table. His balls had to be empty…except the toy was rubbing his prostate, so even if there was nothing left in his balls, Brodie was going to milk him dry.

Fuck.

He glanced at Brodie.

“You didn’t time that well. Your choice: table or toys?”

“Now you give me a choice?”

“I think you meant to say, ‘thank you for giving me a choice’ because I can take it away.” Brodie held his gaze.

Hamish didn’t want to back down or look away first, but if he didn’t, he was going to end up in a worse mess. He was so tangled up that he didn’t know what to do. He swallowed and glanced away. “Thank you for giving me a choice.”

“And which mess would you like to clean up? And then I will deal with the other one.”

Which sounded very reasonable, except his hands were still tied behind his back, so he would be using his mouth. “Do I get a cloth?”

“No, you haven’t earned it. But I’m also not sure how you’re going to manage that one,” he pointed at a dildo. “With your fangs out, and I don’t think you have the control to put them away right now.”

His shoulders sagged. He didn’t. He couldn’t control his dick or his fangs, and the toy was pulsing against bits that were far too sensitive.

Brodie stood and cupped Hamish’s chin. “Choose the table; it’s only a couple of licks.”

“You just want to see me lick my own cum.”

“Yes…but it is also the easy option. You don’t need to prove anything. You can still say sorry.”

He closed his eyes, toes curling in the carpet. “If I do that, then what was the point? I won’t be seeing the job through.”

Brodie kissed his cheek. “You don’t need to finish every job. It’s okay to walk away. It’s okay to admit to being wrong or not understanding.”

The tension was building again, gripping his balls and demanding his attention. This would be worse. He’d come on Brodie.

“I’m going to…”

Brodie had the glass in his hand before Hamish had finished speaking. He groaned as he came, and very little spilled into the glass. The bones in his legs had turned soft, and what he wanted to do was drop to the floor.

Brodie placed the glass down and licked his fingers. “I forgot the glass was sticky. Your decision?”

Every option was going to kill him, and Brodie was giving him the choice. What had he been saying about being wrong? No, he wasn’t wrong. Was he wrong for leaving a mess?

Was that what this was about? He looked up at Brodie. He couldn’t keep doing this…whatever this was, but no one had ever taught him how to walk away.

All he had to do was apologize. Why had that seemed so unreasonable? “I’m sorry for making a mess.”

“Okay, thank you. Apology accepted.” He picked up the remote, and before Hamish could beg him not to, the toy stopped pulsing.

Brodie turned him and undid the rope. He rubbed Hamish’s fingers and hands and then his wrists. “Get the shower going. I will join you in a moment.”

Hamish nodded, and this time he didn’t ask why or refuse to do as he was told.

Chapter Fifteen