“Tell me what you’d want to do to me,” Graham says, lips dragging across Colton’s jaw, tasting more of his skin.
Colton shivers. “I don’t know. We’d have to work it out.” Is this a trap?
“How? When?”
He doesn’t know. Has no idea. “A meal, maybe? Or elsewhere. Just not… in bed. And not like this. Gotta be… calm.”
“I’m burning. I think you’re burning me. I’m always so cold when I drop. But now my skin tingles. Pins and needles everywhere.”
“Is it bad or good?”
“No idea,” he says, sounding amused.
“A grip might help? It might give you something to anchor onto?”
Graham doesn’t answer. He’s breathing heavily, lost in his own little world, nose rubbing up and down Colton’s throat. Finally, Graham says, “I can’t let you grip my neck.” As if he’s reminding himself.
Which is a shame because a good grip on a submissive’s neck is arousing as hell for both of them. The most obvious sign of surrender, a shortcut to desperate arousal. It makes sense that a submissive determined to deny himself would take that off the table.
“That’s alright, sweetheart. What about your hands or your wrists? Can I hold you there?”
“I don’t… I don’t know. I can break your grip.”
“That’s good. Means I can’t do anything you don’t like.”
Graham pulls back, confused. His pupils are blown wide and his lips are pink. He licks them. They’re plump and close to pouting.
“Why do you care what I don’t like? Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not. I promise. This isn’t about me. It’s about you. I’m here for you. I just want to help.”
“Dominants like to hurt submissives.”
He can’t deny that because that’s usually part of how Dominants and submissives interact, but that’s not how it has to be. And that’s too simple. “Not that kind of hurt. A Dominant hurts a submissive if that’s what a submissive wants. That’s how it should be.”
The door opens, and the doctor Colton met earlier comes into the gym.
“I have to check him. I’m sorry.” She’s got a hormone monitor in her hand.
Graham trembles, shifts closer to Colton.
The doctor sees Graham burrow closer. “He doesn’t like doctors or needles. Too many visits, I think.”
“Okay. So what do you do?” Colton asks and puts a hand on Graham’s back to soothe him.
“We usually restrain him. Or I can stun him and?—”
“The fuck you will,” Colton snaps instinctively.
Graham whimpers. His face presses hard into Colton’s neck and his hand slides down to Colton’s inner thigh and slides higher, the side of his hand pressing against the bulk of Colton’s cock. Colton winces and forces himself not to react.
“Put it next to the chair. I’ll do it.” They can’t stun him! And just to check his hormones? That’s insane!
“With all due respect, Private, we’ve got to check his vitals and get him started on treatment.”
“Why am I here if you’re not going to give me a chance?”
“Technically, this is Director Fein’s plan, not mine. If he lashes out?—”
