Page 46 of Once in a Lifetime, Part 2

“Is it smaller than you remember?” Mano went on, not waiting for an answer. “You got quiet all of a sudden. Nothing to say?”

“Mm…” Ody hummed against him.

“All the way in,” Mano muttered, pushing forward.

Ody’s eyes squeezed shut, a flicker of discomfort crossing his face.

Mano let out a low chuckle. “Don’t choke on me, mikre.”

“Ngh—mmh—”

“Ah… fuck…” Mano groaned, his head tilting back, eyes closing.

After a moment, he pulled out, watching Ody take a deep breath. Then his gaze darkened, dragging slowly over him, like a predator closing in.

“What?” Ody asked, catching the look.

“You know…”

“Know what?”

Mano’s eyes dropped to his lips, raw with need. “I want to fuck you.”

“Same,” Ody said with a crooked grin.

Mano let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “You? Fuck me, mikre?”

Ody strained against his grip, and this time Mano let go, watching him stand up.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his brows pulling together.

Ody opened the drawer Mano had used before and grabbed the silver handcuffs. He turned back to him. “You might be stronger… but let’s see you now.” He moved toward the bed, the cuffs glinting in his hand.

Mano immediately backed away. “Don’t you dare. I’m not wearing those, no matter how much you beg.”

“You’ll be the one begging,” Ody shot back, climbing onto him and straddling him as Mano tried to sit up. “Once I’ve got you tied down, I can do whatever I want to you.” He grabbed one of his wrists.

Mano, being stronger, yanked it back. “Get off me. I’m not kidding.” He raised a hand to push him away, but Ody snapped the cuff around his wrist and locked it to the bedframe.

Mano’s breath caught.

Ody noticed, but he took it as pleasure, not something deeper.

“Don’t do this…” Mano’s eyes shut.

That’s when Ody realized he wasn’t playing. “Why?” he asked, suddenly serious.

“That’s how Stella tied me up…”

Ody went pale. He got off him instantly, panic hitting as he rushed to the drawer, tearing through it with shaking hands. “Where are they?” he asked, his movements frantic.

A sharp metallic sound made him turn. Mano was tugging at his wrist, trying to free himself.

Ody was back at his side in a second. “Baby… tell me where the keys are,” he said, softer now, brushing his cheek.

Mano searched his face, and something in him eased. Just a little.

“I’m so sorry… I’m so fucking stupid, how could I forget?” Ody muttered, his hands still framing his face. “Where are the keys, baby?”