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Alexander’s large hand engulfed his chin and lifted his face so high the skin under his neck stretched painfully. The rough ropes bit deliciously and scratched Eric’s skin.
One side of the man’s mouth lifted. “Care to stop?”
Eric’s nostrils flared. Like hell. He sharply shook his head as much as he could in Alexander’s strong grip.
“Please, more.” Eric didn’t plead, but he was beyond having any pride. Bound, caged, at the mercy of the man. “And let me do something for you.”
“You’re doing it.” Alexander pressed a kiss on his forehead, then let go of Eric’s chin. His gaze fell to his captured cock. Precum leaked at the tip.
Alexander slipped fingers underneath a rope at his sternum. “Anything hurt?”
“No.” Just his dick, which throbbed for attention.
Alexander assessed him. Said something to Claude. “Watch the skin color, always.”
“Not enough,” Eric gritted out, raising his gaze to his tormentor and the object of his full lust.
Alexander peered down at him. “Oh? Perhaps I’ll leave you here. Let Carrie watch you as you reassess.”
“I’m sorry, Master. Please. I’m sorry.”
Alexander leaned over him, roughly pitching his hips against him. The man was hard as a rock. Alexander was turned on. Maybe he wanted him, too? But didn’t think he could?
“You can have me,” Eric bit out. It wasn’t exactly what he meant to say, but it was all he could manage.
Alexander pitched his hips against him again. “This isn’t yours today.”
Pent-up anger filled every inch of Eric’s insides. Alexander wanted him, yet he’d deny him? Normally, his feelings didn’t ride under his skin that much. But the man had unleashed a longing in him, like a child yearning for attention after being ignored for too long.
He wanted to cry out, scream, let out all themore-more-morethat was filling his head. Instead, he bit down on his bottom lip so hard blood, tasting like salt and rust, coated his tongue.
Alexander leaned down, the fabric of his shirt fabric touching Eric’s back. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”
Was he kidding? Of course, he did. “Please. Yes.”
He tried to turn around to face the man, but he was held fast. Alexander pushed Eric’s face down. Rough carpet scratched his cheek as Alexander’s large hand held his neck, the other lifting Eric’s hips.
“Ass up, brat,” Alexander growled. “You declared CNC? Then you take what I offer.”
The ropes made it impossible for Eric to fight against the position. But he tried. Writhed and tried to roll like a cat. Alexander anticipated every move, his hands now on both sides of Eric’s hips. He couldn’t have pushed up if he’d tried.
Something cold filled his ass. Lube. Something fell to the carpet next to him, but it wasn’t in view.
“Take what I choose to give you.” Alexander parted his buttocks and pushed in a butt plug. Raw fire possessed him as Alexander ground it home. “All of it.”
Fuck, it hurt. They’d done it before, but not that rough and with something so large, and it’d been so long. But God help him, a longing to be reamed raw arose. Eric grunted and growled at the invasion, at the pain that mixed with the need for more. He pushed back, a signal he was all in on the new development. A sharp crack on his ass was his answer.
Alexander was in charge. Hell, when wasn’t he? And Eric had declared CNC.
A sob formed in his throat—emotion from the last month that had been stuffed down. He snarled, his breath wet as saliva ran down his cheek to his chin before falling to the carpet. Alexander pulled the thick butt plug out and pitched it back in again and again.
Then, Alexander’s hand wound into Eric’s hair, pulling his head up from the carpet. “Tell me how much you want it.”
As if his cock painfully swollen in its prison wasn’t enough? “Master. Alexander.” He ground his ass backward.
An infernal chuckle came out of Alexander. It burned Eric.
More words left his mouth.“Don’t want the job yourself?” Eric was being a huge brat. He didn’t care. The man could have fucked him senseless, but he was choosing not to.
