The blond giant remained behind him, one hand on Gavin’s ass while he kept that thick finger inside him, the other hand creeping up Gavin’s thigh. He skated past Gavin’s balls and gripped Gavin’s cock. Hard.
The pain wouldn’t have been so bad, but then Aidan squeezed, and Gavin feared he’d come.
“Not yet. Not until I tell you to.” Aidan’s quiet authority alerted every nerve in Gavin’s body to pay attention. “Now let’s see how you handle more.”
More?
“Yes, baby. More.”
Baby. Fuck. Gavin couldn’t help squeezing around Aidan’s finger. Aidan had shoved inside him dry, with only Aidan’s saliva to lube him. It had burned, more so because Gavin hadn’t played with anyone or anything in his ass for way too long.
“I’m going to fix that real soon.”
Aidan continued to read his mind, and the invasion added another penetration, arousing Gavin unbearably. He didn’t like anyone in his private thoughts, but Aidan owned him. Body and mind. And soul? He’d known about Aidan while in the PWP, but as no more than an annoying peer, one far above Gavin due to Aidan’s ability to work missions. Aidan Marshall—a legend in the field and a rumored beast in the sack. And right now, Gavin was learning firsthand how Aidan had gotten his reputation.
“I earned it, boy. Hard work and a lot of hard fucking.” Aidan removed his finger and stood.
Gavin wanted desperately to know what he was doing, but he hadn’t been told he could ask or turn around. He thought the question with focus and jumped when Aidan smacked his ass again. The pain stung, and the resulting throb in his cock and heaviness in his balls didn’t help. He wanted to come right now.
“You’re asking. Voiceless or not, you weren’t given permission to talk.”
“Oh, come on. Sir.”
Aidan smacked him several more times, and Gavin’s grunts turned into pleas for harder discipline.
“You little slut.” Aidan chuckled. “Who knew you had it in you? I like it, boy. I like it a lot.”
Aidan knelt behind him again, and Gavin held on to the table for dear life. After some rustling and a few moments of silence, a cold, slick finger eased into him. And then another joined the first.
“Wider. Can you take more, I wonder…?” Aidan let his fingers rest inside Gavin, allowing Gavin to adjust to the stretch in his rectum.
Fuck, it hurt. But Aidan wasn’t content to idly sit still. He prodded and reached, and he hit that spot inside Gavin that turned Gavin’s whole world white.
“There it is.” Aidan finger fucked him a few times, and just as Gavin readied to come, permission or not, the bastard stopped.
Damn it.
“Bad boy. You need to be punished again.” Aidan sighed.
Gavin heard a zipper and tensed, praying it meant what he thought it did. After a moment, Aidan positioned himself behind Gavin. The big blond didn’t speak, letting his actions tell their own story.
The broad head of his cock penetrated and continued to push, thicker than those fingers had been. Thank God he’d lubed himself, though, or Gavin feared he’d have done real damage.
“I told you not to come without permission, and you were intending to release no matter what. If you’d waited, I’d have made this better for you. But you need to learn.” Aidan suddenly shoved the whole of himself deep and nearly took Gavin off his feet.
“Shit.”
“Oh fuck. You feel good.” He shoved a hand between Gavin’s shoulder blades to keep him down and gripped his waist at the same time. “I’m going to come inside you.”
Gavin didn’t know how he felt about that. On the one hand, he didn’t worry about safety. Aidan wouldn’t compromise himself or Gavin. He might be an asshole, but on this point, Gavin trusted him.
“We have to start with trust somewhere,” Aidan said on a grunt and fucked him harder. The rough friction hurt. Especially since Gavin was aching with the need to climax.
“Oh yeah, there it is.” Aidan groaned, pumping into Gavin as he continued to release. “That felt good. I needed that.”
I need it too, Gavin wanted to shout, twitchy and stuffed full. Unsatisfied yet strangely content, he didn’t understand what the hell he could feel good about.
“You like that I came. You liked making your Master happy. And that’s good, because you’ve been pretty bad today.”
“Wh—”
Aidan remained inside him and leaned over his back to murmur in his ear, “You aren’t allowed to speak. You still consider me a bastard and an asshole. Tsk-tsk.” He rotated his pelvis and jostled that spot inside Gavin that made it hard to think about anything but coming. “And you don’t obey. You still want things your way. You can come, but it won’t be the joy you think it will.”
Aidan reached around and jerked him off in three strokes.
Gavin cried out and shot hard, gripping the thick rod still buried in his ass. When he could catch his breath again, he didn’t understand how Aidan could be right. The orgasm relieved him, but it hadn’t been as good as it had yesterday.
“Think about it. Go clean up; then get your ass back in here. Let’s see if your genius-level IQ is good for more than numbers.” Aidan withdrew and stood back, waiting.
Gavin didn’t censor his annoyance as he stumbled out of the kitchen. He walked down a hallway lined with prints of the mountains and natural wildflowers, poetic pieces he wouldn’t have thought Aidan would appreciate, and found the bathroom. A guest bath done in blues and browns, it had a masculine feel while being clean and polished enough to belong in a designer magazine. Yet another side of Aidan he’d never imagined.
After cleaning himself thoroughly using the shampoo and soap in the shower, and taking care to pay attention to the sorer parts of his body—namely, his ass—he dried off. Aidan hadn’t said he could wear the towel out. He’d insisted Gavin bring nothing with him for their training, and Gavin knew that meant he’d spend the better part of their time together naked.
With a glance at his body in the mirror, he saw what Aidan would see. A flushed, naive-looking young man whose eyes shone with sexual satisfaction, confusion, and worry. Holy shit. Just thinking that he’d had sex with hunky Aidan Marshall turned him inside out. Not that he didn’t consider himself okay in the looks department—Aidan had called him cute after all. But Aidan was the type of master that Gavin had been dreaming about for years. Strong, gruff, but not abusive. He meted out punishment and didn’t take any shit.
To Gavin’s horror, he started to grow hard again. His orgasm had been much needed, but not as good as yesterday’s, when he’d come all over Aidan’s belly. That sense of connection had been missing. But why? Hell, he’d had Aidan buried inside him. How much tighter could they get?
Aidan had given him permission to come. Yet Gavin hadn’t pleased his master. Not the way he should have. He realized his mistake and flushed with shame. And just as quickly, the notion infuriated him. He stormed out of the bathroom, heedless of his nudity, and confronted Aidan.
“You told me I could come.”
“Yet the first time, you almost came without permission, didn’t you? It was all about Gavin and Gavin’s feelings. You didn’t want to obey anyone but your cock.”
Gavin opened his mouth to retort but didn’t. He thought about it. “You got me really hard. That’s good.”
“Yes. And you showed absolutely no sense of understanding.” Aidan shook his head. His gaze remained on Gavin’s face, and the lack of desire Gavin sensed left him feeling embarrassed. He was fine to be naked when Aidan wanted him, but now he felt vulnerable and way underdressed.