“Do you want to kneel at my feet while we talk?”
“Doyouwant me to kneel?” he snaps. What the fuck is Colton doing? Shouldn’t he know that Graham is struggling andwants to submit? That he can’t just make Graham think he’s about to get intimacy and be used and then get distracted with words. Fuckingwords!
They can talk later.
After.Ifthey have to. Graham isn’t convinced they ever need to talk about it.
Colton’s brows pull together, and he stares at Graham for what might actually be a small eternity.
“Well, alright then. Do you want water? A sandwich? Let’s go to the kitchen,” Colton says, and he gets a towel, wraps it around his hips, and holds one out to Graham.
What. The. Fuck. This cannot be happening. It’s mean. Why doesn’t Colton just kick him out right now? Why wait since he clearly isn’t wanted.
Colton waits. Graham finally takes the towel wraps it around his waist, and Colton nods at him. Colton won’t even put the towel on him?
“So what, this is a time-out?” Anger is building inside him.Or did you just come to your senses and decide you don’t want me?That’s his real question but the answer isn’t something he can stand to hear.
“Yeah, Graham. I guess this is a time-out.” He doesn’t sound annoyed but he’s quite carefully keeping himself collected. Which really just pisses Graham off even more. Some part of Graham is telling himself to not fuck this up. That this is some sort of test and he is failing. Never in his life has he listened to the voice of reason, so why would he start now?
“Fine. I don’t need a fucking sandwich, though. I can talk to you like this.”
Colton crosses his own arms, mirroring Graham. He’s patient, head tilted to the side as he puzzles Graham out. Graham looks at his strong arms, the bulge of his muscles, the trail of hair that disappears beneath the towel.
Is it over? No sex at all? Who the fuck asks about a sandwich two seconds after promising to make Graham lick up his own come?
Which is probably why the anger just bursts out of him. “I can’tdothis if I don’t think you want me! And every time you dothis,” he says with some random gesture in Colton’s general direction, aware that he’s deeply inarticulate, “pull away or whatever the fuck it is, and act like it’s casual andeasy, and I’m just some random sub to top, then it pulls me out of the right headspace and makes me anxious! Well, it makes me feel likeshit, truth be told. Anxious would be an improvement. You’re supposed to be a fucking super Dom, so do it already!”
Colton wouldn’t do this to Jonah. He’d be balls deep in Jonah and have him tied open and gagged with his hole genuinely ruined.
The idea of not having Colton makes him feel ill and he’s suddenly dizzy.
Colton reels him in, holds him close and tight. Three fingers are shoved hard into his ass to the first knuckle and Graham cries out, pinned in place.
Relief slams through him.Thisis what he needed. “Sweet boy. Settle down, sweetheart. Graham, there is a pace to this. There has to be. I want you too much to screw this up. We can come back from me going too slow but I’m not going to risk running over your boundaries and losing you.”
What a dumb thing to say. “You can’t lose me! I’m the one who is going to lose you!”
Colton laughs. “Well, we’re quite the pair. Here’s my concern,” he says quickly, as if he maybe he doesn’t want to be talking either. “If I drop you too far, you’ll agree with anything I want. You might regret it afterwards and think I’ve taken advantage of you. I’m sorry I took the cuffs off. We can put them back on in a minute, but I was hoping we could talk first. You likeanal sex, anal play, and anal torture. You respond well to cock and ball pain, most likely torture, rough handling, and slapping. You go down when you’re embarrassed. Cuffing you brought you down, too. Sensory deprivation is also something you respond to positively.”
“You’ve been paying attention?” Graham asks, stunned. And maybe he should protest that he doesn’t like anal torture. Because surely that’s an excessive description, isn’t it?
But maybe then Colton wouldn’t shove his fingers, things, or a cock into him or do any of the things he’s been doing, and that would be awful. Okay, maybe heissomeone who likes anal torture.
His old Dominant wasn’t interested in Graham at all. He was happy to fuck Graham and get lots of blow jobs. He liked to choke Graham on his cock and he liked Graham to lick his ass, but there wasn’t a lot of focus on Graham’s needs.
Does he needheavy anal use?If Graham is the submissive, then it isn’t about him. His needs should adapt to his Dom’s wants.
Right?
Doubt niggles at him. Is it possible that he’s been doing this all wrong? Colton starts speaking and the thought goes right out of his head.
“Of course. I want you to be happy. I want us both to be satisfied. You just need to have some patience with me and yourself for a little bit longer. Honestly, I don’t know which one of us you’re fighting more.”
Graham wants Colton to be satisfied, but he nods in agreement anyway. His wants are irrelevant and if they can start playing with any regularity, then maybe Colton’s needs will take over.
‘“I’m not trying to fight.”
“I know, sweetheart.” The fingers crook, rubbing a little, and Graham holds his breath through the sensation. “Be good for me and tell me what you don’t like.” The fingers shift inside him, a weight against his rim. It’s unbearable and lovely at the same time.
