“Nice. He’s big.” Mike wore a pair of leather chaps and nothing else. He was fully shaved, his cock and ass nicely framed by black leather. He had an inch on Aidan in height, though he wasn’t as large in muscle mass. But Mike knew his way around a dungeon. He gave Aidan what he needed—physical enjoyment, a mutual respect, and nothing more. Just the way Aidan preferred his relationships.
Mike had muscle and bravado and a handsome cock. He also had looks, which had first snared Aidan’s interest. A face too beautiful for a man on a build no one would find anything but threatening. His darker skin tone hinted at a Middle Eastern or South American influence. Aidan didn’t know his background and didn’t care. He and Mike helped each other out and played together when needed. And Mike knew all about being safe, which Aidan demanded of his sexual partners.
“Sir?” Gavin croaked when Mike cupped him.
A sense of jealousy and possession consumed him, but Aidan also felt pride watching his partner fill out under Mike’s touch. Gavin was so fucking beautiful, so damn sexy. And he would flourish under Mike’s tutelage. Aidan could sense it, and he didn’t like it.
Gavin didn’t have a chance to reject Mike, not with his restraints. The small platform upon which they stood took away any pain from overextension on Gavin’s shoulders. But he couldn’t move, not unless Aidan lengthened or freed his bonds.
“You remember your safe word?” Aidan asked. A word Gavin had chosen days ago, before Aidan would even think of playing around with D/s shit. Not that he had gone whole hog with Gavin, but he’d toyed with role-play enough to know his little sub would embrace a more serious lifestyle.
Gavin nodded.
“Say it.”
“Gingerbread.”
Aidan didn’t want there to be any confusion. He for sure didn’t want to hurt Gavin more than necessary. He’d never been into pain or humiliation. He just liked control. And the bondage thing… Hell, Gavin looked incredible in chains. Aidan intended to put a collar on him before they left for California. The thought of his boy wearing Aidan’s ownership would have turned him rock hard if he hadn’t already been aroused seeing Gavin naked and bound.
Aidan knew today had to happen. Tomorrow they’d attend a kink party using their fake names among sadistic criminals. If Gavin couldn’t handle exhibition, it would be better to know now. Aidan hated the thought, but if he had to choose between getting Gavin killed or hurting Gavin’s chances to recover from a mission gone wrong, he’d ruin Gavin’s livelihood before letting him get killed. No question.
“Do you like his touch?” Aidan asked, his voice light. He joined Mike on the other side of Gavin’s upright body and put a hand on his boy’s hip to reinforce the connection. “Mike has big hands. Nice, fat fingers for stretching out a tight ass. Tell me, boy. Tell the truth.”
Gavin closed his eyes while Mike masturbated him. If anything, Gavin grew more aroused. His breathing was choppy, the tip of his cock wet, and when Aidan reached under him, he felt two stiff, tight balls signaling his lover’s climb toward orgasm. Motherfucker, but he wanted to screw Gavin so hard right now. To claim that ass and show Mike where Gavin belonged.
So he let Gavin go and stepped back, trying to watch with a clinical detachment.
To Aidan’s discomfort, the notion of loss and confusion sat foremost in Gavin’s mind. Then his sexual urgency returned, and he rocked into Mike’s grip, humping that rough hand. Gavin might not like Mike there, but he wanted him.
“Yes,” Gavin whispered.
“What? I can’t hear you.” Aidan moved close to jerk Gavin’s chin up, surprised at the anger there. “Talk, boy. Tell me what you like.”
“I like him touching me.” Defiance flashed in his gaze. “Sir.”
Aidan liked the bite of Gavin’s fury as much as he regretted seeing it. Something else he’d feared might happen—that he’d open a sensual doorway through which Gavin would disappear. A man like Mike could definitely satisfy Gavin’s needs; he didn’t have half the issues Aidan did, he was hot, and he knew how to fuck. Why the hell would Gavin stay with Aidan when the mission ended if he had Mike as an option?
Gavin continued without being told to speak. “I like him touching me…because you can see it. And it makes you so hard, Sir.”
As evidenced by the tight-fitting black leather clinging to Aidan’s hard-on. A thick zipper was all that stood between fucking Gavin himself and keeping it together. He’d donned the sporty gear to remind himself that tonight was a means to an end, not another scene to further his new relationship with Gavin.
Mike chuckled. “I like your boy.” He leaned closer and nipped Gavin’s earlobe while still rubbing his cock. “He’s getting bigger. And he’s wet.” Mike pulled a groan out of Gavin, then stilled his hand. “I bet he’d love to watch me suck you off. That gets you hard too.”
Gavin jerked, and the fury on his face made Aidan’s heart leap. Christ, Gavin was jealous. Ecstatic and wishing he felt nothing but a zeal for the job, Aidan tried to ignore what his heart kept telling him—that Gavin wasn’t in love with the idea of what Aidan represented; he loved Aidan.
Not possible. Just a few days ago, Gavin had looked at him as if he loathed him. And hell, Aidan wasn’t all that lovable. It had to be that Gavin, the poor guy, simply couldn’t understand the difference between sex and affection. Which explained why Gavin had been so different the past few days. Why he’d been all over himself to submit, or why he kept sharing parts of himself Aidan wished he hadn’t.
Why the hell should Aidan care that Gavin’s dad had died and that it had crushed him? Or that Gavin loved spending the holidays with his mother and that they baked cookies together? Fucking gingerbread men. The guy was a walking greeting card. Those soft eyes when he looked at Aidan made Aidan think of home and hearth, a future he’d never once considered for himself.
But Gavin wasn’t so soft now, was he? Not so caring with the thought of Mike’s hands or mouth all over his partner. He apparently didn’t like the idea of Mike and Aidan fucking. Aidan tucked away his regret about what he had to do. This would help them both center on the mission again.
He had to clear his throat to speak. “Good idea, Mike. Your lips are enough to get a eunuch hard.” He nodded to the leather flogger by Mike’s side. To Gavin he said, “We’re going to play with you. You’ll do what you’re told. No matter what you’re ordered to do.” He gripped Gavin by the hair and yanked his head back. “Do you understand, boy?”
Gavin answered through gritted teeth, “Yes, Sir.” You son of a bitch. You’re going to pay for this.
Aidan smiled. He’d anticipated his little sub would break sooner rather than later. No way Gavin could maintain all the cuddly shit without being himself once more. To Aidan’s surprise, he preferred this firecracker to the tender submissive he’d dealt with.
The passion and rage gave Gavin a beauty Aidan had rarely seen in most men. He was so fucking real, so true. What Gavin thought, he allowed to show on his face. No lies, but a mess of carnal need Aidan could more than satisfy. It was the emotional stuff that bogged him down.
Aidan stepped off the platform and centered himself in front of his boy. “Mike, come here.”
Fucking asshole. Always in charge. But you’re mine, not his.
Gavin’s response inflamed him. So much for remaining detached.
Aidan made sure to keep himself and Mike in Gavin’s view, so that Gavin could watch them in profile. Every kiss, touch, and thrust would be visible. Without asking, Mike dropped to his knees and took Aidan’s cock out of his tight black pants. The long zipper provided access to his balls as well, and Aidan spread his feet wide to give Mike all the room he needed.