Colton hadn’t needed him enough.
Really, Colton is just Graham’s nurse. The reality is so fucking obvious now.
“I know, baby. I know.” The tip of a finger slides over Graham’s prostate. “Oh, sweetheart. You’re so hot and swollen.” Colton presses another finger into Graham and Graham turns his head away, trying to get on top of the emotional pain, wanting to hide away in a corner. The fingers are deep, rubbing, and Graham’s body is spasming weakly.
He’s responding but not in a way that any Dominant would find satisfying.
“We’ll get you there. Don’t worry, sweetheart. Can you look at me?” Colton’s free hand is on Graham’s cock again, pressing hard into the glands deep under his balls. “This is going to hurt. Look at me.”
Graham shakes.
“Look at me,” he orders again, and Graham does.
“Do you like to see me hurt?” He prays Colton says yes.
Colton just looks concerned. His gaze narrows like he’s trying to figure something out. He shakes his head, smiles weakly. “Just be good and let’s fix you up.”
Colton’s fingers press in and the pain radiates outward, is unbelievable and breath-stealing. And then it’s gone and physical relief washes over him.
“There you go. Once we get you started, you’ll leak all over for me, won’t you?”
Colton takes his fingers out of Graham’s ass, wipes them on a cloth, and pulls Graham’s pants and underwear off, his gaze sliding away from Graham’s naked body.
Which is further confirmation that this is all bullshit. If Colton wanted him, he’d have fucked him. He wouldn’t even have taken Graham’s clothing off. He’d just have shoved into him and bred him like an animal. Primal instinct to help his submissive. Like Mack. A submissive in distress gets choked on cock until they pass out, and all is fine. Colton won’t even try to do that to him.
Instead, Colton reaches into a bag and comes out with a ring made of silicone. Did the doctor give this to him? He isn’t naturally inspired, so he’s taking tips from some random person about the most effective way to make a submissive come?
What works is a cock in his ass or his throat. What would Mack think if he saw this? How impersonal and cruel this is?
Colton puts the ring over Graham’s cock, slides it to the base where he presses it snug. “Keep this here. When I turn it on, it stays on and against your balls until I take it off you. Understand?” He puts some dominance in his tone and it’s horrible to feel aroused and wanting but inferior all at once. The command rolls off Graham, who’s in too much emotional turmoil to give in to him.
“Jonah said?—”
Colton’s gaze jerks to him, clearly surprised Graham is bringing him up again and arguing.
“Don’t make me gag you because I will. You’re obsessing about it because you’re crashing.”
“No, I’m not obsessing. It’s just the truth! You used him and preferred him, but you’re stuck with me. I can’t do this. I need to be left alone.”
Colton turns away from him. He drops a blanket over Graham then goes to the door. He opens it up, talks briefly to someone, and comes back in carrying a portable bench. Straps that can tie his hands down. More ties for his thighs and his calves. If he was strapped in, he’d be the perfect height for Colton to fuck. He’d just be a hole for Colton to use. Reduced down to nothing, helpless, only able to take it.
But there’s a crop on the bed. He isn’t going to get fucked, is he? Because he’s disgusting and unwanted. He’s going to get hit with an implement instead.
Colton closes the door again and comes toward Graham, reaches for him. “Come on. Let’s get you onto the bench.”
He’s not wanted. He’s nothing better than some charity case! He can’t be that again. “I don’t want this. I want you to leave me alone.”
Colton’s eyes squeeze shut, his brow furrows. He presses his forehead to Graham’s. “Leaving you alone is not an option. You don’t… you don’tmeanthat. You’re just in a bad place. You have to trust me, Graham.” But Colton sounds uncertain. Just a little.
Graham latches on to it, counts it as more evidence that Colton doesn’t really want him. If he did, he’d be certain. He’dforceGraham because Graham washis. Colton said he’d do things to Graham, made lots of promises, and here they are and he’s getting nothing. Colton can barely be bothered with him.
Graham gags, his stomach heaving.
Colton is all consideration and unending softness. Acid burns through his throat and he hates Colton suddenly. “I don’thaveto do anything. You’re lying to me. This isn’t you. I can tell. I’m not crazy or sick. He told me how you are. You don’t want me.Fuck you.”
Colton grabs him hard by the jaw, forcing him to be quiet. “This is how I am withyou,” he snarls. “And you are to be agreeable and open and willing when you are withme. When we are together, you are what I make you and everything,everyoneelse is irrelevant.” He kisses Graham hard, bites him, and Graham tastes blood.
Graham cries out, his hand on Colton’s chest, and he can feel his heart pounding. He reaches down, presses his hand against Colton’s cock, needing to know for sure.
