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"I'm going to have that ass, and that surly mouth," he murmured. "But first I'm going to brush your hair. Take off your clothes."
Okay, hair brushing really didn't fall under fun and games. It brought some confusion into the situation, but Cai couldn't bring himself to take it back. After a brief hesitation, Rand removed his shirt with that appealing upper torso stretch, then toed off his shoes and opened the jeans, working them off his hips.
Cai had stepped back to watch. He savored each inch of skin revealed; lingered on every movement of Rand's body. It was like time had slowed down and he was caught up in some kind of weird romance novel moment, where all of it mattered to him.
He pulled his attention away from Rand's body to the brush. A sturdy wooden back and stiff bristles. "I may have other uses for this, too. Like..." An idea dawned.
"A profanity jar."
"What?" When Rand turned his head, he noticed the vampire's eyes had lit up in an unsettling way. "What do you mean?"
Cai twirled the brush. "Whenever you think my cursing is getting too excessive, I'll keep a count of those reproofs. And then," he twirled it again, "I'll paddle your ass with this for that number of strokes."
Before Rand could part his lips to say what the hell, Cai gave him a demonstration, hitting his buttock with enough strength and accuracy to damn near elicit a yelp. Rand started to whirl, but Cai caught him, turned him to face the sink again. Rand gripped the sink edge in both hands. He could fight him, knock him back on his ass. But...
"How," Rand said between his teeth, "is that a way to help you with your profanity?"
"Don't know if it fucking will. But I think it will change your attitude toward it."
"If you think a little spanking is going to change my mind," Rand muttered and then bit back a curse as Cai administered another three thwacks, one perilously close to the joining point of his balls, because Cai knocked his legs out wider with a forceful maneuver that put Rand off balance a second. Mainly because the whole situation had him off balance. While the pain sang through him, it was eliciting another reaction, crazily enough. In a weird way, Rand wanted him to do it again.
"My fucking pleasure," Cai said. "Making your dick hard, isn't it?"
"Would it do the same to you?" Rand retorted, and earned another hard whack.
"Nope. And we won't find out, because I'd rip your fucking head off if you tried. I don't have what you have inside you, Rand. Deep inside. Yeah, you're a pack leader"--two more whacks, and Rand was pretty sure the sensation sang through his bones like a hammer strike--"but you got that thing in you, that if someone can prove they have a bigger dick, it's not so bad to let them win, take control from you."
Some of the amusement had dropped from Cai's voice. What lay beneath it took Rand back to the convenience store, when Cai's nature as a Master had taken them both over.
"Just so you realize I'm letting you win," Rand managed. He could feel the vampire so close. It was erotic, having the male's scent and heat, but not seeing him reflected in the mirror, while Cai was obviously drinking his fill of Rand's reflected image and the real thing.
"It's not your nature, not bone deep," the vampire said, "but because of the way you and I come together, you've figured out when you're in that zone, you're not grieving. You're not worrying about the next step. You're just letting your Master use you, and that fucking turns you on. Which is convenient, because seeing your dick get hard because I'm paddling your ass, makes mine get even harder."
"Didn't we just...do this?" Rand didn't know how to address the other part.
"Yeah. Awesome, isn't it? Never ends. This is the easy part."
Rand went quiet. Well, one part of his mind did. The other part spiked each time Cai hit him with the brush, making his ass red, the muscles flex and tighten in his buttocks, his shoulders and thighs.
How far could he push his wolf? Cai let go of Rand's nape, trailing his fingers down the slope of his back toward his raised ass. Rand stayed where he was, still as a pack of dynamite about to go off. "Yeah," Cai growled. "Stay just like that."
He hit him three more times, reveling in the meaty smack between wood and flesh, the shudder that went through Rand's body, the arousal Cai could fucking inhale, it was getting so thick and heavy.
He tossed the paddle aside and strode out of the bathroom, stripping off his clothes as he did. Sensing it when Rand straightened and turned, Cai stretched out on that cushy, wide bed. It was framed on a high platform. Even had steps up to it which Cai didn't need, but someone like Dovia would have used.
Lacing his fingers behind his head, he looked, biting back a hungry groan at the sight of Rand standing in the bathroom doorway, cock brushing his belly. All of his muscles were deliciously tight.
He moved to the end of the bed and braced his hands on the foot board. Those wolf eyes narrowed, drinking in Cai's full length just as deeply.
"Time for my servant to get his ass up here and suck me off," Cai said, an unmistakable order. "Or do I need to find a belt and drive the lesson in a little harder?"
Rand showed teeth, but then he moved. Like a wolf.
One leap, and he was over the foot board and poised above Cai, balanced on his heels and tented fingers. He eased forward so he was staring down into Cai's face, the two of them inches apart.
"Bet that hurt the leg."
"Nothing hurts right now."
Cai reached up and curled his hands in the male's hair, tightened hard. "Don't test me," he said gruffly. "Turn your ass around and get to work."
But despite Rand's words, Cai saw the conflicting thoughts and feelings in his wolf's head. Responding to Cai like this was something Rand wanted, but he still didn't quite understand it. So Cai tugged on his hair again, with a different kind of pressure. "Don't think so much. It doesn't have to mean anything." Even when it feels like it means everything. "Put your mouth on me, wolf," he murmured. "Trust me."
Then, he took a risk with no calculation, just something he wanted, needed to say. "Trust your Master."
Rand waited another long moment, but he turned, adjusting so his knees were pressed into the bed over either of Cai's shoulders. Cai was rewarded with a close-up view of that fabulous ass, the heavy testicles hanging free between his thighs as Rand bent his elbows and gripped Cai's cock. He fed it into his lips, down, down, all the way to the sensitive base.
Cai was more than willing to just feel that for a few hundred years, but he was greedy enough to want more. He wanted to drive his wolf crazy. He parted his buttocks and lifted his head, using his tongue on Rand's rim, making his servant groan against his cock. Rand had to work to stay focused on going down on him, doing all the necessary things to bring Cai to climax. Cai repeatedly chastised him for losing rhythm as he worked his tongue in him, replaced it with his fingers, gripped and tugged his balls. He threatened to strap them up in rope, hogtie and leash the male to keep him at his mercy.
Which stirred Rand up even more,
until he was growling against Cai's cock. All while he was desperately sucking and licking him with an incredible driving need that made Cai lose his own fucking mind.
Cai adjusted so he could put his mouth on Rand's cock, suck it into his mouth. It became a duel then, to see who could get who off first, but he already had a head start. Rand's thighs were trembling under his caressing hands, and when Cai started giving those flexing buttocks an occasional hard slap, leaving a hand print there, or tugging and twisting on his balls to hold him back, he felt that moment when Rand's mind let go and was all his. Everything his Master wanted to do to him, he would follow and succumb, because all of it felt too damn good. And with Cai's mind open to him, he knew how good it felt to Cai, too.
His alpha pack leader, service sub, total badass, beautiful wolf...
Every brushing contact was like fire across Cai's skin, inside his loins, his balls boiling, ready to let go. But he wanted to drive this ride all the way to the end, let Rand feel what he could give him. A complete free fall, with a safety net at the bottom, all of it Cai's doing. Why he wanted to show him that, give him that, he didn't care to analyze, but he was damn ruthless at wanting to prove he could do it.
When Rand started to come with a startled protest, an attempt to tighten up, hold back, Cai was having none of it. You're mine, and you fucking come when I demand it. Right now.
The male groaned, a sound that became harsh and close to a howl as his hips worked. He acted as if he would pull away, but Cai wrapped his arms around his hips and held him, pushing him even deeper into his mouth, letting him gush into his throat. Rand's big fists bunched in the comforter, hips pistoning hard against Cai's face as he sucked and nipped, and sucked harder. Rand's howl turned into something close to a hoarse shout as Cai added to it by shoving three slickened fingers into his rectum. The male's power was awe-inspiring. Cai was having to do everything he could to hold onto him. Gloriously strong son of a bitch. All his.
Maybe just for right now, but Cai was determined to make now everything.
