Professional Distance (Thorne and Dash 1)

“Mmm, I can most certainly do that too. How far should I go with force? Do you enjoy being restrained? I have some rope that would look beautiful wrapped around you.”

Thorne had seen it. “Wrists only.”

Dash inclined his head. “Any other requests, because I have some ideas about how to run with this.”

“I want—” Thorne’s mouth went dry. Why was this so fucking difficult?

Dash laid a hand on his thigh. “It’s not easy to ask for what you want.”

“It usually is for me.”

“Have you ever made requests like these before?”

Thorne shook his head. But he wasn’t being completely truthful. He’d occasionally asked for this sort of play from other escorts, but their opinions hadn’t mattered to him.

“Then of course it’s not easy. Asking for a business deal is a lot different than asking for something people might judge you for.”

Thorne nodded.

“Does it help to know that I won’t judge you no matter what you ask for?”

Thorne summoned the courage to look Dash in the eye. He saw nothing there but sincerity. He wasn’t mocking Thorne. He wasn’t shocked. He was entirely professional. “I want you to face-fuck me, and I don’t want you to go easy. I want to choke on your dick.” Holy fuck, he’d actually said it.

Dash nodded as if people made such requests of him every day. Maybe they did.

“Have you used a safeword before?” Dash asked.

Thorne shook his head. Marc had suggested it once, on a night when Thorne had wanted to be forced hard and fast with no prep, but Thorne had insisted he didn’t need it.

“But you are familiar with the idea?”

“Yes, but—”

“No buts. I won’t play around with these fantasies unless you have a safeword and promise to use it if you want to stop or just slow down.”

“I’m not looking to do anything dangerous.”

“You want to play around with power. If I’m going to force you and make it good for both of us, then I must have a way to know if your protests are the real thing or just you enjoying the game.”

“All right.” Thorne felt silly, but then the whole evening was a bit ridiculous. His cock didn’t agree though. It was still just as interested in the fantasies as ever, maybe more so with Dash looking at Thorne like a hungry predator.

“Unless you’d rather use another word, red means stop and yellow means you need to slow down or take a break.”

“That I can do. I was afraid I’d have to say something ridiculous like tapioca.”

Dash grinned. “Only if you want to.”

“Hell no.”

Dash patted his thigh. “I know this isn’t easy for you, but you won’t be nervous once you’ve got my dick down your throat. You won’t be able to think at all.”

Fuck. How did Dash know exactly when to switch from serious to playful?

He’s good at his job. Just like you. So good he makes you believe it’s not a job.

Thorne realized Dash was frowning at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing; just nerves.”

Dash’s look said he knew there was more to it than that, but he didn’t push. “Take off your robe and lie down on your back on the bed. You’re going to hold your legs up so I can toy with that delightful ass of yours. Remember the plug we used last week?”

How the hell could Thorne forget that? He’d ordered one for himself and spent a serious portion of the previous night with it up his ass. “I do.”

“I’ve got a bigger one that vibrates. Since you enjoyed last week, you’re going to wear it while I fuck your mouth. Now get up.”

He had to be talking about the plug Thorne had noticed; the one he thought looked like a torture device but also desperately wanted to try out.

“Why aren’t you moving?” Dash asked; the condescension in his voice would have served him well in a boardroom.

Thorne glared at him, not ready to give in easily. “Because you haven’t made me.”

Dash’s eyes widened for just a second before he got control of his expression. “You want this to be a fight?”

“I don’t surrender easily.” Despite knowing what he needed, Thorne had to be pushed to accept it.

“We’re starting in the bedroom. If you aren’t there in ten seconds, you won’t get to come.”

Suddenly, Thorne wanted to obey.

Dash grabbed his bag and walked away. Thorne followed, eyes glued to his ass. When they were by the bed, Dash turned and gripped Thorne’s chin tightly. He held Thorne’s gaze for several seconds, then yanked Thorne to him and kissed him hard enough to bruise. He bit Thorne’s lower lip, forcing him to open his mouth.

No, Thorne’s mind protested. He wouldn’t give in, wouldn’t let… He struggled against Dash’s hold, fighting to get away. Dash let go and shoved at his chest, and Thorne fell backward onto the bed.

Dash dropped on top of him before he could right himself. He ground their cocks together, the rough friction making Thorne gasp. He dropped his legs open, forgetting to fight. All he could think about was how much he wanted Dash, wanted to be exposed by him, taken by him.