Although… he could fuck Graham andthenfeed him. Graham’s hand is moving under the covers as he touches himself, his hot gaze fixated on Colton.
“What are you thinking?” Colton makes the mistake of asking.
“I’m thinking you have something else I could eat.”
Well. Ask a stupid question… He points at the tray. “Drink your water. All of it.”
Graham looks at Colton’s crotch and licks his lips invitingly. Colton looks down, wondering just how visible his erection is through his pants. There’s a giant wet spot on the front.
Fan-fucking-tastic.
“I’m not thirsty for water.”
It’s such a cheesy line. Colton should roll his eyes and dismiss it as a joke. “Would you take every drop, baby?” he asks instead and squeezes himself through his clothing.
Graham pushes the covers away and crawls closer, on all fours, ass up, intently watching Colton’s cock, as if he has X-ray vision, as if his dick is the finish line of a marathon. Determined.
“Stop! No. Not yet. Get under the fucking covers.” Colton makes his voice firm. “Don’t speak. Drink your fucking water.”
Graham blinks at him. He frowns. The corner of his mouth twitches into a smile and Colton grips the windowsill tighter. Graham turns around, presenting his ass as he crawls back toward the covers. The plug in his hole flashes at Colton with each shift of his hips.
“You’re incredible. Drink your water. I promise you, you won’t like it if I have to tell you again. We get you fed before anything else happens.”
He can practically feel Graham thinking, wondering what he’d regret, what Colton’s promise of punishment might be. Colton isn’t actually sure. The easiest thing is to deny Graham his cock, tell him he can’t have it, but that would punish the both of them and Colton’s pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to stick to it.
Denial isn’t an option.
Graham picks up the water and drinks it all, then sets the glass down.
“Good. Now the other drink. You need electrolytes.”
Graham drinks that, too, and puts the glass down. He looks at the plate of food. Colton is pretty damned sure Graham is considering not eating it just to see what the punishment might be. Graham’s stomach rumbles audibly.
“If you don’t eat the food, I’ll put an anal expander in you, get you so loose you won’t feel a thing, and that will be your day. I’ll still come happily enough in your sloppy hole, but it won’t hurt you at all. Totally your choice,” he says, and he almost wishes there was someone there to congratulate him for coming up with the right punishment. Mack would have given him a wink or a thumbs-up.
Graham glowers at him but instantly starts eating. When he is almost done, he looks back at Colton.
“What’s the expander?”
“It’s like a balloon. Goes in small and a pump puts air into it which makes it get bigger. Hands-off stretching.”
Graham looks utterly horrified. “Hands off? There’s no touchingat all?”
“It does all the work. Hell, you could hold the pump and I could take a nap or watch TV. Pay bills.” He keeps his expression blank.
“Me?”Graham asks, and he actually looks a little pale.
“Finish your food.”
Graham does.
Colton’s finally getting his submissive figured out.
22
“You should go back to sleep,” Colton says once Graham is done eating.
“I’m not tired.”
