“Time for a change.” Ryen entered unannounced, wearing nothing more than the damned collar and his bands. So much glorious flesh... The real crux of annoyance Drekk didn’t want to deal with.
This lust for Ryen was growing out of control. Due to his construct, Drekk fought against constant desire, his physical state notwithstanding. Normally he willed the feeling away, satisfied it with a skilled pleasurer, or buried it deep in the violence of his missions for Rafe. But with Ryen around, his libido wouldn’t quit.
Drekk shifted against the discomfort of his aching balls and sat up. Some ‘master’ he turned out to be, ruled by his cock.
Swearing as he helplessly stared over Ryen’s conditioned frame, he settled on the pert nipples begging for clamps. On the ridged abdomen his fingers itched to touch. And lower, on that large, growing shaft he could still feel spurting in his mouth...
“Problem?” Ryen asked. He crossed his arms, the sight of the magnecuffs an obvious reminder of what Drekk had done to secure Ryen’s presence.
A welling of rage took Drekk by surprise, because he knew his anger stemmed not from this situation, but from the fact that he still needed to force Ryen’s compliance. Without those cuffs, Ryen would leave without a backwards glance.
Drekk faced a hard truth he’d wanted to ignore. He needed Ryen’s full acceptance.
Not for Ryen’s sake, but for his own. The more time he spent around the maddening Creation, the longer he not only lusted after him, but cared for him.
Ryen’s gentleness the past few days added another facet to his intriguing personality.
When Ryen acted so tender, Drekk wondered if he was truly as damaged as he at first had appeared. And if he wasn’t, then Drekk had no real reason to keep him here.
“Roll over,” Ryen said to break the silence.
Drekk frowned. “On my belly? Why?”
“So I can see the last bandage on your back. You might not believe it, but the threll toxin that hit you really affected your wound. It healed and reopened several times over the past few days. Nasty stuff.” Ryen waited with a patience not in keeping with his character, alerting Drekk to be wary.
“I can take care of it myself.” Drekk felt much better, though his back still twinged.
His front twinged as well, especially when he caught Ryen’s pheromones floating around the room. “Cut it out.”
“What?” Ryen frowned. “You hurting?” he asked gruffly.
Yeah, I’m hard as hell. “I think you’ve forgotten who’s in charge. I said I can handle it. Now go get me something to eat. And none of that grainy shit. I want some meat.”
The bastard had the audacity to smile when three days ago he’d been scowling at anything with a pulse. “Yes, Sir. I’m here to serve.” Why the hell does he keep calling me ‘Sir’? He’s acting anything but submissive. That blow job before I left must have really done the trick. So why do I feel like I’m missing something here? Drekk studied Ryen, wishing he could read minds. Ryen’s actions didn’t fit with the hard, unstable warrior he’d left behind.
Ryen turned, and as he walked out, Drekk swore he saw something between Ryen’s ass cheeks.
The blood still in his head rushed straight to his groin. Drekk suddenly had to see his toy collection hidden in the armoire. Ryen made sounds in the dining area outside. No time like the present. Just as he’d reached his feet and the dizziness had run its course, Ryen returned.
“Stubborn drun,” Ryen murmured and forced Drekk back into bed.
“I can get up if I want to,” Drekk snapped.
“No, you can’t.”
“Who’s in charge here?”
“You are,” Ryen answered without missing a beat. “I’d be remiss in serving my master if I let him harm himself, whatever the hell his intentions.”
“I’m not going to harm myself, you ass. I wanted to,” he paused. I wanted to see if you have my favourite toy shoved up your ass, which is ridiculous. Both times I forced you to come, seduced you past reason. Why the hell would you want it now?
“Yes?”
Drekk felt foolish. “I, ah, need to use the lav.”
“I’ll help you.”
“No,” Drekk protested as Ryen lifted him in his arms. They reached the outer door of the lav just as Drekk recalled his ability to speak. Not groaning at the feel of Ryen’s smooth yet battle-hardened skin took effort, as did his ability to quell the ache in his balls. “Put me down. Now.” Drekk drenched the room in scent.
Ryen tightened his arms before letting Drekk slide down his hot, hard body.
“Are you sure you don’t want me...to hold you?” Ryen licked his lips, focusing on Drekk’s mouth.
Drekk fixated on Ryen’s shallow breathing, racing heartbeat and steely cock. Moisture beaded at the tip of Ryen’s shaft, clear arousal he magnified by adding his tempting scent.
Hell, he wants this as much as I do. Fuck it. “Ryen, turn around.” Ryen nodded slowly. “Yes, Sir.”
Drekk couldn’t put his finger on it, but he sensed a subtle relaxation in Ryen’s frame, much like a slave’s willingness to submit. His temperature warmed and then burned when Ryen turned around. “Bend over,” he growled.
When Ryen did, the sight shook Drekk’s very foundation.
His favourite toy, a bright yellow dildo was buried up to its length in Ryen’s ass.
“When did you decide to play with this?” Drekk asked in a hoarse voice he had no way of controlling.
“I live to serve,” Ryen murmured, still bent over. Without being asked to, he spread his legs wider. His plump sack begged to be touched.
“You live to serve who, Ryen?” Drekk cupped Ryen’s balls, fascinated at their hardness. He eyed the dildo, considering what to do.
“I serve you, Sir,” Ryen rasped.
“Why did you use this? Did I give you permission to touch my toys?” Ryen said nothing. His breathing grew heavier as Drekk played with his balls. Such taut, firm globes. So tight, so needful.
“Did you touch yourself, Ryen? Did you practice as I told you to before I left?”
“No, Sir.” Ryen groaned and pushed back into Drekk’s hand.
What amazed Drekk as much as Ryen’s audacity was his willingness to call him Sir. Just what the hell had he missed while he’d been out of it?
“Turn around.” He waited for Ryen to straighten and face him. Heavy-lidded eyes stared at him, blatantly begging to serve. “Get on your knees.” Yes, yes. It’s time. I need this. We need this.
Ryen fell to his knees without question.
“Suck me off.”
Ryen took Drekk balls deep.
“By the stars, Ryen. Have you been practicing this?” He sank his fingers into Ryen’s hair, controlling the pace, if not his response.
As much as he’d watched Ryen flaunt his nude body, it was nothing compared to his fantasies while asleep. He couldn’t breathe for want of sex with Ryen. Full sexual contact, penetration, anal, oral, whatever and whenever. Drekk felt as if he’d reached the end of his patience, which made no sense. In this training relationship, he was supposed to be the dominant, Ryen his submissive.
Yet here, now, Ryen commanded his reactions with that persuasive tongue. Those firm lips gave no quarter as they hugged Drekk’s shaft. Over and around his crown, laving the sensitive underside of Drekk’s cock with long, sweeping licks that made Drekk’s vision blur.
Ryen cupped Drekk’s balls and ran his fingers over Drekk’s ass and along his crack.
Without asking, he pried Drekk’s cheeks apart.
“Ryen,” Drekk warned in a throaty whisper.