Aiden pressed down with his toe. “I didn’t give you permission to speak.”
Mike’s eyes darted down to the high heeled boot pressed against his crotch. He clamped his mouth shut.
“I’m a fool—not because I thought it might be different with you. But because I didn’twantto know how you felt about submitting outside the bedroom. I avoided the topic because I knew what your answer would be and I was right.”
The urge to talk burned bright in Mike’s emerald eyes, but he stayed silent.
“Stupid of me to keep hoping for anything different.” He put a finger beneath Mike’s chin, raising it up with a sharp push. “But you like when I dom you, right? Answer.”
“Yes.”
“Then that’s what I’ll do. I’ll dom you and finally accept that what I want doesn’t exist. At least not for me.”
Mike’s jaw jutted out, his lips parting. He was about to disobey Aiden and speak. Aiden gave him an order before he could do so.
“Take off my underwear.”
The straps of the leggings he wore went over his underwear. Mike had to unsnap the button hooks on them first before he could get to his thong. When the straps dangled free, Mike looked up, green eyes locked on Aiden’s as he drew the thong down his legs. Aiden arched an eyebrow but didn’t say anything.
Once the thong was at his ankles, he stepped out of it and kicked it away. His cock and ass completely bare now, Aiden slowly lowered himself to straddle Mike’s lap. “Put your hands back on the chair,” he ordered. Aiden waited for Mike to comply. Then he started rolling his hips to the beat of the music, back and forth, coming close to but never letting his naked cock touch Mike’s clothed one. Even without the direct contact, Mike’s arousal was obvious—from his deeper breathing, to his tongue snaking across his bottom lip, and the erection straining against his pants. Aiden reached down and rubbed his palm up the stiff length.
“You are rock hard. You like having me in control of you? Answer.”
“I do. You know I do.”
“And you like when I say this cock is mine?” he asked as he squeezed the head.
Mike groaned. “Yes.”
Aiden started rubbing his cock up and down. It was hot against his hand, even through the material of his pants. Mike’s breathing grew more rushed, the chair creaking as he gripped it tighter.
“I should make you come right now. Make you walk back out there with the proof of what I made you do all over the front of your pants for everyone to see.”
“I don’t care,” Mike rasped. “Do whatever you want to me.”
Aiden surged forward to suck a love bite onto Mike’s jaw, stopping to lean back after he’d left a dark red passion mark on the spot. “I will, but first you’re going to tell me something.” He switched to rubbing slow, barely there circles over the curved head of Mike’s cock. “Okay?”
Mike responded with a tight nod.
“What do you want from me?”
“I just want you.”
Aiden blinked at the twinge of hurt those four words caused. “You don’t. Not really. You don’t want all of me. Only pieces.”
“That’s not true.”
“It is. You want the superhero. And the Dom—as long as its behind closed doors.”
A frown creased Mike’s forehead. “You think I don’t want the side of you that performs on stage?”
“You might want it now. But that’ll change. It always changes.”
“Maybe for others you’ve dated. But I love to watch you on stage. And whether I’m watching or not, I know that’s where you’re happy. I would never ask you to give that up.”
Aiden blinked again. “You’re just saying that.”
“I’m not.”
