Page 40 of Whirlwind

Oh, this was getting very interesting. But it wasn’t what he had been thinking about before. “You’re doing such a good job, Micah. Let me give you a few more ideas to consider. Some people fantasize about being forced or raped.”

Micah shook his head more slowly. “Raped? Uh, no, Sir.” So that wasn’t quite it, or at least when it was framed that way.

“Multiple partners? Maybe being with two guys at once?”

Micah sucked in a little breath. Now they were getting somewhere.

Eric pushed on. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, boy? Tied down and taken by a group of men? One of them using your ass while you take another cock in your mouth?”

Micah’s eyes were huge, startled and needy. “Yeh...yes, Sir.” He swayed, pressing up against Eric’s chest.

Oh, that look did it for him. Until this moment Eric had been thinking of nothing but keeping Micah for himself. Now he had other plans. Oh, he would enjoy giving this boy exactly what he wanted.

He traced his way up Micah’s back until he cupped the back of his skull with both hands. Then he crashed their lips together, his fingers tangling and tugging in Micah’s soft hair.

Micah’s lips were already parted, and their tongues together sent a flood crashing through Eric.

He ate at Micah’s mouth greedily, wanting to absorb every whimper and feeling. He suckled at Micah’s tongue, bit at his lips, and sent his own tongue thrusting into Micah’s mouth in a mimicry of sex.

Micah moaned and wiggled, thrusting unthinkingly against Eric’s hard length. But he kept his hands behind his back. Such a good boy. So eager to please. Eager to be owned.

Eric devoured him with his kiss, drinking him in like sweet nectar. His boy was panting now like he could come at any second, and even Eric was becoming light headed.

He finally tore his mouth away, reluctant to stop but aware that if they were to have any sort of scene he would need to stop and get back under control.

He pressed Micah’s head into his shoulder, holding him nestled to his chest. His intent had been to give both of them a little break, but now Micah was flicking out his tongue against Eric’s neck. The soft licks sent sparks racing through his body.

What was it about this sub that was both so sweet and arousing?

“Micah?” He didn’t want to force this or make it a command. Fantasies were one thing, but following through on them was another.

Micah looked up. They were still pressed so closely together that it was almost difficult to focus on Micah’s face. Difficult to even think. The sub’s arms were still firmly locked behind his back. “Yes, Sir?”

Eric ran his hands down Micah’s arms, then pulled them gently apart. Micah followed his wordless command. He massaged Micah’s hands, holding them between their bodies. He basked in Micah’s look of adoration and desire.

“Would you like to live that fantasy? It’s entirely up to you. But if you want to, I have a few good friends who would love to get a taste of you. I would control the scene, but they would all take their turns with you. I trust them all, and I’ve known them for a long time both inside and outside the club. Everyone would be safe and respectful. If you don’t want to, there are plenty of other things we can do together. It’s up to you, sweet boy.”

When he wasn’t setting up a scene, he would need to do some thinking about this. He was pretty sure he’d never called anyone else sweet boy on the night they met.

He’d need to reign it in. Especially when he was about to share the boy with four of his best friends.

Micah searched his face. “You would control the scene, Sir?”

Eric nodded, feeling a rush of power and desire. “I would control the scene. I would decide who could touch you, and how and when. I would tie you down, if you still want that, and I would be there when they’re done. You would have a safe word, and if you used it, I would make sure that everyone stopped immediately.”

“Can I meet them first, Sir?”

“Of course, sweet boy. They’ll be here in an hour or two and you can get to know them first.”

Dammit, he’d said it again. At least Micah didn’t know how weird the affection was for him. His friends would be all over him in a second, though.

“Let’s get a few other things straightened out first, though.” He let his hands roam over Micah’s chest, tugging at the leather. “You need a safe word.”

“Um, I read that some people use red and green. Like traffic lights.”

“That’s right. And yellow means slow down and check in. Can you remember that?”

“Yes, Sir.” It really did something to Eric inside when Micah called him Sir.