Page 200 of Once in a Lifetime, Part 2

“Okay, stop,” Mano said, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face. “We agreed I’m in control today.”

He moved to stand, but Ody caught his wrist and pulled him back. Their positions shifted. He leaned over him, pressing him down. “Are you sure you want to do this today?” he murmured. “Because right now… I want to be very bad to you.”

Mano’s breath hitched. “Don’t do this.”

“Say you don’t want it,” Ody said, voice low. “Say it.”

Mano swallowed. “I don’t want it,” he whispered.

Ody kissed him hard.

Mano let out a soft sound against his lips as Ody pulled him in, deepening the kiss. “Please… stop,” he breathed against his mouth.

Ody stilled. Then he pulled back, searching his eyes. “We didn’t pick a safeword,” he said, thinking. “Serifos.”

Mano nodded.

Ody kissed him again.

“Ody, don’t. We said I’d be the one—” Mano tried, half resisting.

Ody let out a soft laugh. “You want control so badly… but with me, you always lose it.”

“Did you forget we’re doing all this so I don’t reply to Ranya’s message?” Mano said, watching Ody’s expression darken. “Do you want me to reply to her, or do you want to stay right there… like a good, submissive boy?” He tilted his head toward the headboard.

Ody’s lips curved, something sharp settling into his eyes. “One day, we’ll do that roleplay where you pretend you don’t want it… and you’re going to regret saying that.”

Mano stepped back, straightening, his features settling into something more controlled. He flicked his fingers toward the headboard.

Ody didn’t hesitate. He moved to the head of the bed.

“Good boy,” Mano said.

Ody let out a rough chuckle. He already knew this wouldn’t last.

Mano reached for the blindfold and slid it over his eyes, shutting him out completely. Then he pushed Ody’s shirt up to his neck, his hands moving slowly over bare skin, deliberate, testing.

Ody’s lips parted, a soft breath slipping out.

Mano stepped away. The drawer opened. A few quiet sounds followed, metal shifting against wood. When he returned, the mattress dipped beneath his weight. Ody stilled. Mano took his wrists, guiding them without a word, securing them to the bars above his head. The restraint clicked into place.

Then something cold brushed against his chest. Ody’s breath caught. “What’s that?”

“You told me your most sensitive spot is your nipples. Right?”

A flicker of tension moved through Ody’s body. “Right.”

There was nothing but the tension building under his skin, then a sharp pinch broke through it. Ody’s back tensed, a strained groan leaving him before he could stop it. The second followed, just as precise. The chain between them shifted with his breathing. Ody exhaled through it, jaw tightening.

“Can you handle it, mikre, or do you want me to take them off?”

A slow smile pulled at Ody’s lips despite the sting. “I can handle it. I’m a big boy.”

Mano’s hand stilled. “I’m not done yet,” he said, sharper this time. “Let’s see how much you can actually take.”

With his hands cuffed to the bed, his eyes covered, and the ache still burning through his nipples, Ody felt Mano’s hands move to his pants. The buttons came undone. Fabric slid down, taking his boxer briefs with it.

“Already?” Mano murmured.