Page 14 of Taint My Soul

“Yes, sir.” His voice shakes.

“I love to have control, and I need your full surrender.”

“You have it, sir.”

“Good,” I nod. “Go on your knees and crawl to me.”

He sinks to his knees. For a moment, his hand stays against the rug, palm flat, breath steady. Then he moves, closing the distance inch by inch, shoulders rolling, gaze lifted through his lashes.

I spread my legs so that when he clears the distance between us, he kneels between my thick thighs. His hands tremble against me. He caresses over and inches closer to my throbbing dick.

“Show me.” My voice comes out rough, laced with burning lust.

With him this close, I see the warmth behind his eyes. Those deep brown colors. They are the prettiest eyes I have ever seen in my life. That thought sets a quiet part of me on fire.

His hands find the line of my length and brush against it in a feathery stroke. His gaze lifts, and he swallows. Is he waiting for a command, or maybe hesitating? I tilt my head to the side and watch him beneath the haze of lust.

He reaches for my belt. The buckle gives a muted metallic click that slices through the charged silence between us. His knuckles skim my abdomen. His skin against mine sends a rush through me. He works the zipper down. The faint scrape of metal teeth parting sends a sharp sense of awareness through my body. With my dick freed, he strokes over the thick dark length as his gaze lifts, wide and raw.

He leans close as his thumb flickers across the vein that runs from top to bottom. He sticks out his tongue and flicks over the head, swiping off the pre-cum.

I draw in a sharp inhale, and he looks up at me, brows knitting with wonder.

Don’t give in.

My fingers cup the base of his skull to bring his head closer. I grip the dense halo of hair and hold him steady. I anchor him in place as he takes my dick down to the base. The pressure of my length buried into him is delicate. “Relax your throat for me.” I coo, hips thrusting forward. My glans hits the back of his throat, and he gags. He tilts his head back, cheeks hollowed, breath catching as he lowers himself onto me. My gaze rests on him through lowered lashes. “That’s it.” I rasp.

His tongue flicks under my shaft, and I grunt, thighs tightening in pleasure. Desperation sharpens every nerve in my body. The sensation blurs with every bob of his head. Every choking sound of my dick buried deep in his throat. The heat of his mouth presses against me. His tongue laps hungrily at my length, and when he looks up at me from those fucking dilated pupils, something in me erupts.

“God!” I grunt and roll my hips. He pulls back, and his hand wraps around my dick as he grips and strokes. He spits on it and takes it back into his mouth. I inhale sharply, cupping and caressing his jaw with my thumb as he drives me to the edge of pleasure. My balls draw up, and my length tightens hard. Cum rises through my urethra and he tightens his lips around my glans on my penis. I withdraw my throbbing length, cumming all over myself. “Fuck.” I swear. Pleasure hits me so hard I can’t dissociate from it.

I tuck my flaccid dick into my pants and zip up, body still spasming from the dangerously intoxicating climax. “Would you like to drink wine?”

“Anything you are having, sir.”

“Good enough for me.” I gesture to the bed, and he rises to his feet and plants himself on the king-sized bed. I remove my holster from my waist and put it on the table, then I pick up my phone and dial room service.

“Red wine, please.”

It doesn’t take long, and a knock comes against the door. Rose tries to get on his feet to get the order, but I stop him. “Stay.” I command and move toward the door.

“Thank you.” I whisper to the young man as I pick up my order from him. When I return to the center of the room with wine and two glasses, I set them down on the table and uncork the wine myself, filling both glasses.

My gaze slides to the young man, who’s still perched on the bed. His obedience sparks something in me. Something hungry and possessive that wants to claim him.

But that is not part of the deal.

It’s not part of the bargain I’ve made with the sick part of my soul.

CHAPTER FIVE

MASON

He hands me the glass of wine and watches closely as my fingers wrap around the glass stem. He retreats and slumps down on the lounge chair, my gaze studying his body carefully. “Have you ever done this before?” He sips his wine. “A contract play dynamic?”

I’m only here because I don’t have a choice.

I’m only complying because Vincent isn’t giving me any other options.