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He should have bristled at the order, but the dominant move and demanding tone melted something inside him like asphalt underthe blistering sun.
“Last time was amazing, but it was all about me and my needs and wants.I would like to give you pleasure and since you didn’t take anything last week, I figured you might not like getting naked or vulnerablein front of people.” The words rushed from his mouth like a torrent, and his cheeks heated.
“Thank you for your honesty.”Ethan’s hand relaxed, and he rubbedhis fingers acrossHunter’s short beard. “It’s true.I’m a private person. However, I don’t have to get naked to fuck, which by the way, I never do in a first scene.”
“Why not?”
In a gesture Hunter recognized, the Detective Dom tilted his head and narrowed his eyes. It was what he called Ethan’s thinking face, and it was a damn sexy look on the man.
The midnight blue gaze locked on him. “I’m all for safe, sane, and consensual. A first scene can be overwhelming. I’d rather not fuck someone who doesn't seem to be thinking clearly." He waved his thumb across Hunter's cheek. “I think I would like to have some privacy with you tonight.” His grip tightened again. “I’m not saying we’ll fuck, though. That’s up to me. You’ll take what I give you, when I give it to you, boy.” He let go of Hunter’s face and created a bit of distance between them.
Chapter 10
As he followed Ethan, a spark ignited inside Hunter. The air crackled with anticipation as they walked past the stairs toward the Dungeon and halted at the locker rooms.
“Wait here.” Without a backward glance, Ethan disappeared into the rooms.
Hunter leaned against the wall. His heart drummed wild in his chest, and his cock, full of desire, seemed to have a heartbeat of its own.
Moments later, Ethan appeared holding his toy bag and ordered, “Follow me.”
As he trailed after the detective Dom, they walked deeper into the corridor.
Halting at a nondescript door on their left, Ethan turned. “Ready?”
Hunter swallowed hard before answering, “Yes, Sir.”
A charismatic and seductive smile was his reward.
Hunter loved that the Dom’s eyes weren’t covered with the sunglasses, and he could see the sunlines beside them. Inhaling through his nose, he took in Ethan's scent—intoxicatingly woodsy and masculine.
“Good boy,” Ethan praised. His tone was warm, but now turned stern. “When I open the door, you go inside and take two turns of the room. Take in the equipment and try to imagine what I will use and what I’m gonna do to you.” He leaned in and claimed Hunter’s mouth in a passionate kiss. Their lips fused, and their tongues danced a delicate dance of desire until Hunter was weak-kneed.
With a playful nip to his bottom lip, Ethan broke the kiss and swung open the door.
Hunter stepped inside like he’d wandered into a Hell’s Angels clubhouse in his ECO cut. His sleeveless leather jacket, a staple in biker culture, allowed for easy movement and bore the patches that told the biker’s story.
The room was dominated by the biggest, baddest bed he’d ever seen. Not only was it huge, but it was also clearly designed with BDSM in mind. The four posters sported several rings, the headboard and footboard too. Aside from the four posters there were two crossbars on the side of the footboard creating a St. Andrew’s cross. Below the bed was something that looked like a cage.
I so don’t want to go inside there.
Tearing his gaze away from the bed, Hunter took in the rest of the room, spotting a loveseat and a sturdy spanking bench. Remembering Ethan’s order, he walked around and took everything in. In one corner was a shower big enough to fit at least two guys his size, and he could picture Ethan and him in there together. Soaping each other’s bodies, their hands exploring, tracing paths of desire across each other's skin. He would like to service his Master that way, washing his body, cleaning hard muscle and taut skin.
Ethan cleared his throat and Hunter turned his head. A gaze almost black with desire met his, and Hunter wondered if the detective Dom had sensed his thought processes. Ethan held up two fingers.
Oh, right! Two rounds.
“Please forgive me, Sir.”
Ethan inclined his head, and Hunter continued his second round.
This second time, he became more aware of how his body reacted to the room and the possibilities. His cock, already rock-hard since Ethan came prowling through the crowd, seemed to be lengthening even more; his small, flat nipples were hard and aching. With each step the hard peaks grazed the fabric of his shirt. His body hummed with excitement, and his breathing was ragged by the time he finished in front of Ethan. Like he’d run a marathon instead of circling about three-hundred square feet.
“Have you checked the room?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Any reservations or fears? Remember, this is a private room and there is no dungeon monitor here,” Ethan warned.
