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When a car didn’t come immediately, he jabbed at the button a second time. “Motherfucker! How long does it take this thing to get here?”
“There are actually other people in the building who use it,” Marc said in his most condescending voice.
He definitely needed to be tied up. “Well, I don’t have time for that.”
“Next time I’ll warn everyone ahead of time.”
A few moments later they entered Marc’s apartment.
Darius reached for Marc as soon as he closed the door, but he ducked under Darius’s arm.
“Wait there.” Marc pointed toward the couch. “I’ll be right back.”
“What are you—”
“Hush and do what I say.”
Was Marc usually this bossy with men he brought home? “I thought I was in charge.”
“You always do.”
Darius growled, and Marc gave him a smirk over his shoulder as he sauntered off.
“Leave those on,” Darius called.
“The pants?”
“Fuck yes.”
Marc wiggled his arse. “You want to peel me out of them?”
What he wanted was to cut a hole in them and fuck him through it, but he’d never ruin such nice leather. “I’m losing patience.”
“You never had any.”
Darius flipped him off as he closed himself in his bedroom.
When he walked out a few moments later, Darius almost fell off the couch. He was still wearing the leather pants, but his chest was bare and so were his feet. He held a long coil of dark-green rope that fucking matched his eyes. And worst—or best—of all, he’d put on eyeliner. He looked shockingly young and up for anything.
“I…” Darius couldn’t form words.
Marc approached him, moving like a fucking cat, rolling his hips, making every step deliberate. No wonder he’d succeeded as an escort. Darius would pay almost anything for this pleasure, and he got it all for free.
“You still want to tie me up?” Marc asked.
Darius choked out a yes.
“Then you have to agree to a few rules.”
“Anything.”
Marc raised a brow, giving Darius a don’t-bullshit-me look. God, he was hot.
“I’m listening.”
“If I say key lime, you stop immediately.”
Darius narrowed his eyes. “I won’t even ask why that’s your safe word.”
“Good. Because I won’t tell you.”
Sassy motherfucker. “Maybe I’ll find a way to get it out of you.”
Marc shook his head. “You won’t. Now for the rules. You don’t cover my mouth or put your cock in it while I’m tied up.”
That seemed fair. “Can I put my cock in your mouth before I tie you up?”
Marc licked his lips. “I hope you will.”
“Then get on your knees.” Darius stood and unfastened his pants.
Marc shuddered and actually stumbled as he stepped toward Darius. Darius caught his arm, and they both laughed.
“This is okay, right?”
Marc nodded. “I will let you know if I want to stop. Go ahead and let go.”
He laid a hand on Marc’s shoulder, pressing until Marc sank to the ground. Then he pulled his cock out and rubbed it over Marc’s lips.
Marc closed his eyes and moaned.
“Open your mouth.”
Marc looked up at him as Darius fed his cock into Marc’s mouth. He swallowed every inch of Darius, never once hesitating. Darius pulled out and then drove in again. Marc kept his hands behind his back, taking him passively. There was something so amazingly hot about Marc just letting him do this.
Darius kept fucking his mouth until he was so close he had to stop in order to stretch the game out.
When he pulled out and stepped back, he studied Marc. His lips were red and swollen, his eyes bright, and there was a worshipful look on his face. He was clearly trying to kill Darius.
“Bedroom. Now,” he ordered.
Marc managed to rise gracefully without using his hands. Gorgeous bastard.
Darius grabbed the rope and followed him to the bedroom. For several seconds he watched Marc as he stood at attention, waiting for something. Darius’s command? No fucking way was he actually that submissive.
Marc’s calm was unnerving. At least the bulge stretching his leather pants almost beyond endurance was evidence he was far from unaffected.
“What’s it going to take to make you beg?” Darius asked.
“Hard to beg with my mouth full of cock.”
Darius’s hand itched to spank him.
“Do it.”
“Do what?” He was sure he hadn’t said anything out loud.
“Whatever you’re thinking about. Try it. Like I said, I’ll let you know if I don’t like it.”
Holy fuck. Darius wasn’t going to survive this. “Turn around, and bring your wrists together behind your back.”
***
Marc shivered. He swore he could feel Darius’s commanding voice, and it was like the caress of leather gloves.
Darius wrapped the rope around his wrists and tied. “Too tight?”
Marc tested the bonds. He could get free if he absolutely had to, but it would take some work. “No, it’s perfect.”
Darius stepped back. What was he doing? What was he thinking? Marc’s heart thundered in his ears. Finally he looked over his shoulder. Darius was squeezing the base of his cock and staring at Marc’s bound hands.
