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“Yes, Sir.”
“Let’s focus on the magnitude of our connection, all right? It’s still there, even when we’re here doing kinky things, right?”
“Right, Sir.”
“Then, I’m not imagining it?”
“No, Sir.”
He leaned in close, and I scented him again. He kissed me very softly on the corner of my mouth, in a way that made me melt and want to do whatever he asked of me.
“We have a bond, Toby. In this room, getting kinky with you, it’s like nothing I’ve experienced before,” Alastair said, with feeling. “With anyone…ever.”
“Oh.” It was a small word, imbued with a million things.
“Kink is a good time, yeah. And playing with an attractive man you’ve just met can be intoxicating. But it’s nowhere near as erotic as playing with a person you have an intimate connection with.” He inhaled a long breath. “Toby, that first time, in the room at the Chateau Laurier? That was more intense, more rousing, and…scarier…than any of the kinky things I’ve done.”
“Scarier, Sir?”
“Terrifying. Because I felt more than a physical attraction to you from the start. I didn’t admit it to myself. I told myself it was my mind playing tricks on me, and that you were a hot little piece that I wanted to enjoy for one night. And since you obviously weren’t experienced with kink, I didn’t want to frighten you by bringing it up.” He laughed softly. “I didn’t realize how much your…youth and inexperience…would affect me.Everythingthat we do, no matter howsoftor howkinkyit is, is better than anything I’ve ever done, with anyone, before.”
His words made my heart sing and my dick weep.
He put his mouth to my ear and spoke in a whisper. “So you don’t have to worry about Nigel—or the fuckboy that left the other night or any of the other good-looking men in the city.”
“Okay,” I said, letting out a long, cleansing breath.
“Better?”
“Yeah.”
He waited in silence. The wood creaked when I shifted my weight. Then I remembered where we were.
“Yes,Sir.”
“There’s mygoodboy.”
A shudder went through me. The low tones of his voice, the erotic hit of his words and the desire I felt for this man were beyond anything and everything I’d ever known.
My body became suffused with warmth under his gaze, my cock twitched and bubbled over with want. While I waited, tense and excited, licking my lips with the anticipation of it all, Alastair wrapped his hand around my cock.
“Fuck,” I stuttered, a jolt of electric need slicing into me.
I struggled against the padding of the cross, gasping for breath, as he stroked me with rough pulls of his slick fingers. I was a toy—a doll—for Alastair to play with however he might like to. My sense of self dissolved into an ocean of pleasure that wasn’t gained through deliberate means, or even sought out, but became a mere by-product of Alastair’s will. When I got close to coming, I opened my mouth to say something, but all that came out was a broken moan. And Alastair was reading my body and my reactions, because his hand disappeared, and my cock waved in the air.
“Fuck.Fuck,” I said, desperate and hanging in the purgatory of frustrated desire.
Alastair clicked his tongue. “Silly Toby. Did you think I’d get you off in the first ten minutes?”
I whimpered. “No, Sir.”
“That’s good. Because this is going to be an exercise in endurance.”
Oh fuck.
“Yes, Sir.”
And his hand was on me again, smoothly stroking and teasing, until I got close once more. His touch disappeared.
