Page 46 of The Contract

“We’re going to play a game tonight.” The pants fall, dropping to my ankles.

“What are you—”

“You’re an excellent actor, Tristan. I think you’ll do well, probably better than I will.” He tugs my underwear, a super restrictive pair that he chose for me, halfway down my thighs. “Don’t move,” he says and walks to the cupboard.

I watch him in the mirror. I certainly don’t want to look at myself. The mirror only shows me down to my waist, but I can imagine the rest: pants at my ankles, underwear at my thighs, my cock starting to thicken when Dante get outs the lube.

Is he really going to fuck me? Now? Like this?

He comes to stand behind me again. “Bend over.”

“Our clothes—”

“I don’t give a fuck about our clothes, but if you do, you’d better bend the fuck over—or yours are going to get ripped.”

I close my eyes as arousal spills through my body. He told me once that I would get hard at the sound of his voice, and when he sounds like that? Yeah. I sure as hell do.

“Good boy,” he rumbles as I bend over for him.

I look up at his reflection. He pulls something from his pocket, something he already had with him when he walked in here. I don’t get a good enough look to identify it before he crouches behind me, out of sight.

I’m braced for aggression. A rough, demanding grip my ass or balls, maybe a slap. Instead he parts my cheeks and lathes his tongue across my hole. The sound that escapes me is embarrassing, but Dante murmurs with pleasure and pushes his tongue inside me. I open so easily for him now.

He rims me for a long, heady moment, then he switches to his thumbs, stroking and stretching me. He’s never rimmed me before. In fact, this is only the second time I’ve felt his tongue on me at all. The first was in that dressing room.

“This is mine,” he murmurs against my ass. “Underneath it all, you and I are both going to know it.”

By now, my cock is hard and lifting against the hem of my crisp white shirt.

His touch vanishes. I hear the lube. He hasn’t bared his cock, so part of me knows what’s coming, but I still gasp in shock when a lubed toy of some kind presses against me. I start breathing harder as Dante penetrates me with the toy. It stretches me wider and wider.

“Dante—fuck! It’s too big! Stop!”

“You can handle it,” he says gruffly as my hole continues to stretch.

I moan and whimper then cry out as the toy pops in, fully seated. It’s not long enough for a dildo. It’s a plug, a huge one. The flared base of it holds it in place inside me.

Dante’s hands massage my cheeks. “Fuck, I love how your ass looks when it’s stuffed full like this.”

My body is rocking. My cock is stiff. I want to touch it. I want Dante to touch it.

He doesn’t. He stands up. He pulls up my underwear. I straighten as it covers my ass and pins my erection against my belly. The movement shifts the plug in my ass, and I bite my lip and rock slightly. Dante checks on my cock, his fingers brushing it as he makes sure it’s covered.

My eyes are closed. I’m afraid to look at myself. I feel my pants slide up. Dante tucks in my shirt, zips and buttons the pants. He straightens my waistcoat.

“What are you afraid of?” Dante whispers in my ear.

“You,” I breathe.

“Good. I’m the only thing you need to worry about tonight. Not the other people. Not the place. Not the things you might hear. All you’re going to think about is that plug in your ass and what it means.” He nips the side of my neck, eliciting a shiver. “Do you understand?”

I open my eyes, taking in the slightly glazed look in the reflection of them and the possessive, almost predatory way that Dante is standing behind me. His mouth is still at my neck—and I like it there.

For a second, the truth sears me. Dante isn’t the only thing I’m afraid of. I’m also afraid of myself. Of what I am with him. Of what I want with him.

This … and more.

I’m afraid, too, to be in public like this.

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