Locking his core, he leans into it with breathless determination. The angle is brutal, his thighs already trembling from the strain, but it’s perfect. He loves it like this—like worship. The burn shoots sparks to his own dick trapped behind the gauze of the flowy pants. They’re wet there, and where his slick is dripping down between his cheeks, soaking the soft material.
Gideon grips the back of his head and starts to thrust. Slow at first, then deeper, nudging into the tight heat of Nix’s throat.
“That’s it,” Gideon growls. “Take all of me. God, your mouth was made for this.”
Nix gags once, then swallows around him, musclesfluttering. The reaction rips a groan from Gideon’s chest. His grip tightens in Nix’s hair as the rhythm builds, deep and steady.
Eyes watering, spit slicking his chin, the bells on his hips jingle with every deep thrust.
Gideon’s hand curls tighter in his hair. “Hang on, Genie. Master’s going to take the edge off.”
Yes, yes,Nix wants his Master to come, so he hums, and then hums again when goosebumps explode over Gideon’s forearm. There’s a rough hand in his hair, and his Master is using it to pull Nix’s nose into the front of those expensive wool pants; once, twice, three times, before he pulls off with a groan.
The words don’t come easily, but Nix wants Gideon to come. He can only whimper past the head of Gideon’s cock in his throat, but his master knows what he wants.
Gideon uses his grip on Nix’s hair to tilt his head back, easing the pressure on his abdominal muscles. “What do you want, Genie?”
“Want Master to come in my mouth. Use me.”
Gideon groans, letting go. The orgasm rips through him with a growl, his cock buried deep as he spills down his throat. Nix swallows greedily, taking as much as he can as Gideon’s half-formed knot bumps his chin.
“Fuck,” Gideon breathes again, reverent. “You arefilthyandperfect.”
Nix stays kneeling, swaying a little, lips parted, the taste of Gideon still hot and musky on his tongue. His chest rises and falls fast, the bells at his waist trembling with each breath. He’s on fire, the ache in his belly and balls a fire he wants to go forever.
Gideon’s hand on the back of his neck keeps him upright. Not cruel, but holding him there, keeping him in the moment. “Stay like that,” Gideon orders, voice sharpening again. “I’m not done with you yet.”
He stands, still breathing hard, and tugs at the knot of his blue tie with deliberate slowness. Silk whispers as it slides free from his collar. “Hands,” he says, holding out the tie.
“Yes, Master.”
Taking Nix’s wrists in one hand, winding the blue fabric around andaround until he can pull one end up and through, tying them tight. “Blue looks so beautiful against your skin, Genie. Should we show the others what they’re missing? I think Finnie should hurry if he doesn’t want to miss out.”
Master gets his phone out and positions Nix’s bound wrists over where his dick is an angry purple in his pants, and his belly chain glitters in the light of the chandelier. The shutter clicks, and there’swhooshas the photo wings its way to their mates.
A heartbeat later, their devices light up in chorus: a rapid-fire series of receipt dings that make Nix flinch in place.
“Genie, I think our mates liked your pretty pictures.Whoo. Jay is using a lot of swear words. Mostly in other languages…and I think I made Rowan cry, he’s so envious,” he says conversationally, before he throws the phone onto the bed beside them.
“You’ve inspired me. Next wish.” Gideon gives him a hard push, and without his hands, Nix falls backwards on the purple velvet. There’s dry ice flowing freely now, and the sultry music swells. Mysterious instruments lend themselves to the mystical feel straight out of Nix’s imagination.
“You look lovely tonight. I especially love this top. Does it pull down a little?” Gideon runs the tip of his finger under the edge of the bra, over his nipple. Nix had put in the small weighted hoops with little bells on them. Feeling something new, Gideon pulls the edge of the bra down even further so he can get a good look. “Well, aren’t those pretty. Do they make noise? I should have you dance for me so I can hear them.” He flicks them with a finger, and then does it again. The pleasure-pain is sharp, and Nix feels his neglected dick kick in those infernal sheer pants. Their gentle texture is a torturous tease.
“Please, Master. Please.” He’s begging already, and Gideon doesn’t even have his cock in him yet.
“Yes, yes. My second wish. I want you to put your hands up here. Master is going to make sure you can’t get away.” As if the thought would even occur to Nix, especially in this state of mind. “Arms up, Genie.”
Nix raises his arms, and Gideon slips his belt fromaround his waist before folding it in half so he can snap it loudly. Nix rarely likes the belt, unlike Luca, preferring a firm hand in both the metaphorical and literal sense. The sound of it cracking sends an arcing burst of pleasure through his belly, as he wonders if Gideon will bring it cracking down on his thigh.
“Not tonight, Genie. You’ll have to ask me another time. I am sure watching you writhe under my belt would bring a premature end to tonight’s festivities.” Nix bucks up at the confession. “No, I think I am going to see what’s under your pants instead. But I might change my mind…”
Gideon throws the belt to the side, close enough that Nix can see theerotic threatof it out of the corner of his eye. The alpha undoes his pants button, then every single button on that light blue dress shirt. He’s still fully clothed and already looks debauched: with lips that are flushed red with desire, a sheen of sweat on his upper lip.
“Yes, Master. Whatever you want, Genie wants, too.”
“Such a good boy. Now, where was I? Ah, yes, these pants. Are you fond of them? I suppose they’re too pretty to rip.”
With his hands over his head and gripping a cushion, he arches his back seductively. Spreading his legs so Gideon can kneel in closer.
