Page 6 of We Own Each Other

“Before we go any further, what’s your safe word?”

Corin’s eager tongue poked out, swiping my bottom lip. He shuddered, murmuring:

“Bath time.”

Before his tongue could escape back into his mouth, I lightly clamped it between my teeth. I could feel his body quake.

He was so, so cute.

Admittedly, I was pretty impatient, ready to take him here and now. There was a perfectly good bathroom only a few feet away—

Lyle groaned.

“No fucking in the bar. Go home.”

I did my best not to look at Lyle, as I was pretty sure I would unintentionally glare at him. Instead, I took Corin’s arm and tugged him toward the exit, ready to finally take my place as a Dom.

CHAPTER TWO

THE CLOSEST HOTEL was twenty blocks away. Usually, that wouldn’t have been a big deal, but dragging a Sub who was dragging my suitcases down the street while I was managing a raging boner in my pants made the whole thing much more difficult than it should have been.

By the time we had made it into the lobby, the head of my dick was throbbing and raw.

Thankfully, as a Switch, pain wasn’t something I was opposed to, so I was no less determined than I had been at the start of all of this. The interaction at the front desk was a complete blur, and I couldn’t give them my credit card fast enough. I would usually have waited and asked my Sub if he liked being a finsub, but I wasn’t interested in taking the time to indulge in that particular play.

Not when I was so close to the much more physical and satisfying play.

As soon as I had the keycard in my hand, I dragged Corin over to the elevators, pressed the button, and the moment the doors opened, I snatched my bags out of his hands, tossed them inside, and then shoved him in along with them.

I pinned him to the back wall, as the doors were just beginning to close, and pressed my teeth to the side of his neck.

His throat reverberated as a groan escaped his lips, leaving satisfying tingles across my lips. Shaking hands clutched the chest of my shirt, tugging it up so cool air could run along my waist. Chuckling, I whispered against his skin:

“It’s cold in here, isn’t it?”

He didn’t respond, whimpering instead.

Silence was just fine. He wasn’t going to be able to speak in just a second.

With one hand gripping his shoulder and the other working on tugging my pants down, I growled:

“Get on your knees.”

But with me pressed against him, that was hardly the easiest command to follow. His garnet eyes widened and started to wander, trying to figure out how to do just that. Sweat began to bead across his forehead, and there was a slight tremble in his bottom lip.

I never intended for him to be able to follow such a command so easily.

Instead, gripping his shoulder, I shoved him down. His legs slid right out from beneath him, one flailed out to the side, while the other, surely uncomfortable, folded up into his abdomen. The elevator resonated with a whiny, shocked gasp, muffled immediately as I shoved my bulging underwear against his open mouth.

He glanced up, eyes swimming with tears.

I could only smile in return as I whispered:

“I’m going to shove this down your throat and fuck it. Are you scared?”

Though a tear slipped from his left eye, his stare was unyielding. He shook his head.

I couldn’t resist reaching down and using my thumb to brush away that tear, carrying it back up to my mouth and licking it away. It was salty, sure, but in that way it was so very sweet. Nothing was quite as pleasurable, though, as Corin’s hot breath warming and moistening my throbbing cock, especially as it burned from being rubbed raw on our walk.