“With you it won’t be rape. Why do you think you want to fight me all the time? Did you want to fight your Handler as much? Your Creator? Did you want to dominate them?” Ryen snorted. “I did dominate them. The only way they controlled me was through artificial means.” Ryen glared at his bands. “A coward’s way.” Anger pulsed and Drekk immediately willed it away. He’d never liked being called a coward, as his Handler knew. Pride had been a huge failing of his, and still was, to some extent. “Ryen, I don’t want to hurt you. A fight between us will be ugly, one I don’t want to win. My class of Creations could...” he paused before he blurted a few truths no one knew.
Truths he had no intention of ever sharing.
“Pussy.”
“You leave me breathless with your compliments,” Drekk said dryly. “My ass is better than any pussy you’ll ever get. And why does that arouse you, I wonder?”
“Fuck off.”
“I will. Trust me on that. Ryen, I think the answer to your problem is to show you how sexual dominance and submission really work. We’ll start with the magnecuffs until you progress to a point where I won’t have to physically control you to make you submit.”
“Get rid of these damned cuffs and fight me like a man. Let’s put an end to this.” Ryen sounded desperate. He strained at his bonds as his erection strained against his trousers.
“An end I have no intention of allowing, not until you’re past your rages.” Drekk sighed and took out the controller. “Allow voice command, broad range,” he instructed. He left the room to hide the controller, then returned to Ryen. “I don’t want to hurt you. I want to heal you. Can’t you trust me, Ryen?”
“Go to hell.”
“That’s what I thought. Now we’ll do it the hard way.”
Chapter Four
Ryen didn’t know how to free himself from the magnecuffs. Fuck. He glared as Drekk advanced, pissed as hell that he’d given the man the advantage. What bothered him even more was the fact that Drekk’s arousal pushed his out of control. He hungered for Drekk’s touch, even as he knew he should feel repulsed by it.
Drekk made no apology for his desire. Hell, he’d told Ryen flat out he wanted to fuck him. Why did those words make Ryen so uncomfortably aroused?
“You’re not natural, Drekk,” he said in a hoarse voice. “Sex with men is—”
“Not allowed?” Drekk chuckled and walked around him, as if eyeing up a prize stallion. “We’re free men, Ryen. What we want and desire is natural. In case you hadn’t noticed, I haven’t released my scent. You, however, have.” To his horror, Ryen realised he’d loosed his pheromones to bring Drekk closer. And not to engage him in battle.
“It’s okay,” Drekk said softly. He palmed Ryen’s cheek.
The sensation of comfort scared the hell out of Ryen, who yanked his head back and cursed.
“So difficult. You’re going to be a hard one to break, aren’t you?” Drekk murmured and cupped his own arousal. Ryen wanted nothing more than to put his own hand there, an unnerving discovery that made him fight harder.
“’Hard one to break’? Set me free of these cuffs and I’ll show you the breaks.” Ryen sneered. “I’ll rip off your dick and shove it up your own ass. How do you think that will feel?”
Drekk raised a brow, his grey eyes glinting with...humour? “So imaginative. Ryen, the minute you put your hand on my cock, you’re not going to want to rip it off. Anything but that.” Drekk moved behind him. He ran his hand over Ryen’s back and rubbed his ass with a firmness that made Ryen want to spread his legs wider.
Drekk reached between his legs to cup his aching balls. Shit.
“What you need is to face some unpleasant truths,” Drekk said softly as he caressed Ryen’s sack. “You’re living the life your Handler made for you, Ryen. Let go of what he told you to feel and recognise what your body wants. If you didn’t like my touch, you wouldn’t be rock hard and hurting right now, would you?”
‘Rock hard’ described him exactly. “My Handler is long gone. Synster has no hold over me. He never did.”
“Then why is your desire for another male unnatural?” Drekk asked as he let go of Ryen and circled to his front. “You came in Glaia’s mouth, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” Ryen answered. “I fucked her good and hard, though I didn’t want to.” Anger surged. “I could have hurt her.”
Drekk gripped Ryen’s erection and squeezed. “That’s how I know you’re a man worth saving. A ravaging Creation would have fucked her no matter her wants and safety. You’re a good man, Ryen. You just need to release your anger to see it.”
“Let go of me,” Ryen said hoarsely.
“Why? Afraid you might come?”
Hell yes. “Let go.” To his dismay, Drekk did so.
“I don’t think you understand, Ryen. I’m your new master.”
“The fuck you are.”
“Have you never wondered why the rage leaves you after you orgasm? Like I said, it’s that sexual surrender you need. Watch me.”
Drekk stood back and unbuttoned his trousers. Ryen wanted to look away but couldn’t tear his eyes from Drekk’s thick cock.
“I’m going to stroke myself, to let go of everything but my need for calm. At one with myself, I’m centred.” Drekk watched Ryen while he put his big hand over his cock. Up and down he jerked, his shaft tight as fluid beaded the tip. “I want to fuck you, Ryen. To feel you around me. To feel that mouth swallow me whole,” he rasped and quickened his hand.
Ryen groaned as he unconsciously arched his hips towards Drekk.
“You want me. You want to feel me as I do you. It’s natural. It’s right.” Drekk let go of his cock and fondled his balls. “See this? You make me so hard. I can’t think of anything better than fucking you. So who’s the master now, do you think?” Ryen wanted to take that cream into his mouth. To swallow Drekk’s load and feast as he gave Drekk the same.
“I’m going to come, Ryen. Do you want to watch me come?” Ryen fought the urge to say yes.
“Do you want to come? Do you want my mouth over you? My hand taking you to bliss?”
“No,” he denied, contrary to what his body wept for.
“Such a liar,” Drekk said around a taunting grin. The bastard let loose a hint of his scent and Ryen swore. “What do you want?”
Ryen wanted it all, damn Drekk. He let loose his own scent and Drekk’s grin faded.
“Tell me what you want,” Drekk said again, his eyes going totally black, his voice deep and commanding. His power curled around Ryen with such force Ryen wanted to bow down in supplication, to give over to Drekk’s control.
“Nothing.” The urge to cry struck him hard as he denied his base instincts.
“Fine. Then watch what could have been yours.” Drekk stroked himself again, faster and harder until he came. He didn’t make a sound as he jetted over his hand and belly.
Ryen licked his lips, ravenous for that something he constantly craved. So close, so within reach...
Drekk wiped his hand on his shirt before removing it. He tossed it to the ground and tucked himself back into his trousers. “That took the edge off. How ‘bout you? Cuffs, follow me.”
The bastard had the nerve to chuckle as he led Ryen back into the bedroom. Each step felt like torture as Ryen’s swollen shaft rubbed against his constricting trousers. Ryen wondered what the hell was so wrong with him that the sight of Drekk jerking off nearly had him creaming his own pants.
“You’re going to be in pain for a bit, I’m afraid.” Drekk shook his head. “Pity. I look forward to watching you spill. Unlike my generation, yours was made with pleasuring in mind. You can’t be oblivious to your attraction.” Drekk ordered Ryen to stand straight, hands at his hips, feet shoulder width apart.