Well-Tailored (Thorne and Dash 4)
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“Did you just want to look?”
“Hush up, sassy boy. I’m trying to figure out what kind of tools I’m going to need to get you out of those pants. It looks like a serious operation.”
“That’s what you get for tying my hands first.”
Darius should’ve thought of that. “The leather and the rope make a pretty picture.”
Marc tsked. “Always a slave to fashion.”
Darius moved up behind him. “Open your hands.”
Marc did, and Darius rubbed his cock against them. Marc tried to get a grip on his shaft and stroke him, but it was too difficult.
Darius gave an evil chuckle. “I had no idea how much I would love this.”
He spun Marc to face him.
“You don’t seem to be making much progress with these pants,” Marc said.
“Maybe I have other things to do.”
Darius kissed him then, and Marc opened to him, sliding his tongue along Darius’s. Marc was shocked by how hot it was for him to be kissed while he couldn’t touch Darius. He just opened up, and Darius did all the work.
Finally Darius undid Marc’s pants. He struggled a bit with the tight fabric as he worked the pants down, but with some cooperative wiggling from Marc—which Darius very obviously enjoyed—he soon had them down to Marc’s ankles.
Darius knelt, and Marc lifted one foot at a time so he could get his pants all the way off. Instead of tossing them away like he usually did, Darius folded them carefully and laid them on a chair.
“Decided to be neat all of a sudden?”
“Ha. That leather is too nice to destroy. Not even your hotness will make me abuse fine clothing.”
Marc grinned. “So what are you going to do with me now?”
“You know how you were quiet a few moments ago?”
“Yeah.”
“I liked that.”
Marc raised a brow. “Did you?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to be submissive, passive, and sweet? You want me to exist to serve you?”
“Oh dear God.”
The growl in his voice had Marc growing even harder. “You do like that.”
“Yes, but it’s unnerving coming from you.”
Marc smiled at him and purred. “I can play many parts. Tell me what you want.”
“Bend over that bed right now,” Darius commanded. “I’ve waited long enough.”
Marc did as he was ordered, making a show of bending forward slowly with no need of hands to brace himself.
Darius smacked his ass, and he jerked. Fuck, he wasn’t expecting that.
“More?” Darius asked.
“Mmmhmm.” He wasn’t seriously into being spanked, but a few smacks, especially if they got Darius all heated up, were fine with him.
Darius slapped his ass again, hard enough to make Marc gasp. “Are you going to take what I give you?”
Holy fuck, Darius was in a dominant mood, and Marc was fucking loving it. “I am.”
“Do you have any idea how hot you are all spread out for me?”
“Do I please you?” Marc used the most submissive tone he could muster.
Darius spanked him again, and Marc moaned. He was putting on a show for Darius, but he had to admit it felt really fucking good. Maybe he did like this after all.
“You want to redden my ass, to punish me?”
“Yes, but most of all, I want to fuck you while you try to get free. I want you so full of my cock you lose your mind.”
Marc turned his head and looked at Darius, holding his gaze. “Then show me what you’ve got.”
Darius grabbed a condom, covered his shaft, and lubed himself up. “Brace yourself.”
“I can’t.” Marc tugged on the rope to illustrate his point. “I’m all tied up.”
Darius immobilized his hips and pressed forward until he was balls-deep in Marc.
Marc writhed under him. He felt stuffed beyond capacity, and he couldn’t stop himself from fighting just a little.
Darius pulled back and then drove in again, harder this time.
“Fuck!” Marc’s ass was begging for relief. It burned from the spanking and Darius’s thick cock stretching it.
“Don’t you wish you had your hands free now? That you could hold on while I pound your arse?”
“Fuck you!”
“You’re at my mercy, aren’t you?”
He was fucking evil. “Never!”
“Oh yes you are.” Darius pulled out slowly, leaving only the tip of his cock inside Marc.
Marc struggled, trying to thrust back, but Darius prevented him from moving. He was fucking strong.
“Beg me.”
“No!”
He entered Marc a fraction of an inch and then pulled back.
Marc whimpered. He felt so empty. A moment before he’d been struggling to take all of Darius, but now he needed more.
“Tell me what you want,” Darius demanded.
“I want you to fuck me now!”
Darius gave him another shallow stroke. It did nothing to satisfy him.
“Beg.”
“Darius,” he growled.
Darius drove in, and Marc gasped. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes!”
“Then beg me.”
Marc didn’t care anymore. He’d do anything to get Darius. “Please! God, Darius!”
Marc had never been this needy. He’d only ever begged as part of a game. This was supposed to be a game, but it had become something more, something he couldn’t control, and he didn’t think Darius was in control of it either.