Tragic King (The Dominant Bastard Duology 2)

Once his jeans were off, there was no hiding his erection, but Rodrigo pretended he didn’t care. Severin almost would have believed him except for the one furtive glance that spoke of Rodrigo’s submissive feelings toward him. They weren’t always obvious, but most of the time Severin picked up on them now. He had a small feeling of victory. Maybe he could dominate another dominant in this case, if only because Ro wanted him. But to do what, exactly?

When he was only in his boxer briefs, Severin arched a brow.

“Are you safewording this?”

“I don’t have a safeword.”

“Pick one.”

“Bastard.”

“No,” Severin fought back a grin. “Too much of a chance you’ll say that while I’m beating you sometime.”

Rodrigo laughed nervously. “Okay. My safeword is mercy.”

“Is that what you want from me? Mercy?”

He didn’t respond, staring at the small pots of ink he’d readied and left sitting on his stand up tool chest.

“If you’re uncomfortable, blame your dick. You’re leaving a wet spot on your underwear.”

“Fuck. Why is this so much more fun when we’re doing it to Minnow?”

“Because you’re almost as much of an asshat as I am. I know you – you’d rather dish it out than take it, which is why I wonder what you think you’ll get out of submitting to me. Sex?”

“It’s not about the sex.” Standing there in his underwear, the usually unflappable Rodrigo was wide-eyed, vulnerable and maybe a bit afraid. “Not all about the sex,” he clarified.

Severin bit the inside of his cheek. “Why would you want me, rather than a dominant who knows what they’re doing?”

“You’ve always made me feel this way.” He shrugged, the muscles in his shoulders bunching. “I’d hoped it was a temporary fascination I’d developed with you, but it’s been years now.” He smiled crookedly, and his hands flattened against his thighs. “I’ve never wanted someone else to dominate me.”

“Underwear off.”

Rodrigo looked at the ceiling, as though hoping something up there would help make complying easier, or something that would change Severin’s mind. “I never understood why this was difficult for submissives. Now I get it. Undressing is one thing, but stripping because someone tells you to is different.”

“You’re stalling.”

“I...am,” he admitted, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment then stripping his underwear off in one motion. When Ro was completely naked, his cock jutted, hard and thick and straight, the tip glistening with pre-come. Ro couldn’t meet his gaze.

“Why is your cock so hard, puppy?” Severin whispered, his voice harsh.

Rodrigo said something in Spanish.

He stretched out a foot and shoved Rodrigo’s thigh with the sole of his boot. “What was that?”

“I told you to go fuck yourself,” he admitted. “Sir.”

Severin cocked his hea

d. “You know what? How about you stand right there and jerk off like a good boy.”

Rodrigo glared at him. “You’re not serious.”

“If I have to repeat myself, you won’t like what happens.” He wasn’t sure what he would do if Rodrigo refused, but he’d think of something terrible. Hell, he sort of hoped he made him repeat himself. Severin was already hard, and the idea of hurting Rodrigo was making his dick ache worse.

“Fuck. I really hate you sometimes.”

“That means I’m doing my job.”