Page 53 of Undone

“They won’t be broken here. Not now. If you can’t take simple instructions, then you might as well get dressed.” He took a risk by saying that, but Dylan stood behind his words. If he allowed Ford to do whatever he wanted in this situation, they would end up butting heads and getting nowhere except frustrated. Or, an even bigger concern, Dylan might end up face down, ass up.

For that reason, he needed to take control and keep it. “Since you like to call me ‘boss,’ I plan on earning that title for something other than the fact that I sign your paycheck.”

“I didn’t expect to like beingbossedaround, but here we are.” Ford planted a hand over his chest, then slid it down over his pebbled nipple and teased Dylan by twisting it.

“Good to know you’re agreeable.” When Ford continued south and reached for his own cock, Dylan barked out a sharp, “No. That’s not yours to touch. In this room, at this moment, that belongs to me. You don’t do anything unless I give you permission first. Do you understand?”

Ford’s eyes turned even darker, and his Adam’s apple bounced in his throat.

“Answer,” Dylan ordered. “And make sure to address me properly when you do.”

Ford’s erection bobbed, but he curled his fingers into his palms, most likely to keep from fisting it. “I understand,Boss.”

“Good.” Dylan moved away from the door and pointed toward the spanking bench. “Now, get on your stomach in the same position you had Erin.”

When Ford hesitated, his eyes flicked from Dylan to the bench before landing back on Dylan, who breathed easier when the man finally headed over to the bench and climbed on. Not only did his muscular arms dangle over the sides, but he was also tall enough that his calves and feet jutted over the end. Dylan would solve that problem the same way Ford had with Erin.

Once Ford was settled in place, Dylan picked up the ankle cuffs from where they’d been left and secured Ford’s legs, using the attached chain to raise them up. “Is your cock getting crushed?”

“Yes,” came the muffled answer.

“Good.” Dylan moved to the front of the bench where their gazes briefly held before he picked up the abandoned wrist cuffs. “Hands behind your back.”

With a soft grunt, Ford placed his hands at the small of his back and Dylan quickly buckled the cuffs on him before hooking the attached chain to the O-ring above. Now he was trussed up in the exact same position as Erin was earlier. He was stuck there until Dylan released him.

Not in any rush, Dylan’s gaze roamed over the man’s stunning body. The only softness he could see was his sack. Other than that, Ford was all lean muscle and tanned, smooth skin. Black fur decorated his suspended legs. Even though it wasn’t thick, Dylan couldn’t resist running his hands over the wiry hairs. Not only did it tickle his palms, he could feel how tense Ford was.

But then, it took a lot of trust to be bound helpless in this position. Unable to escape unless he uttered two simple words. While Erin most likely trusted Ford completely, Dylan was damn sure Ford didn’t trust him in the same way. At least not yet. And possibly never.

After circling the bench and inspecting every inch he could see in that position, he stopped in front of Ford. “Now for your gag.”

Instead of the same bit gag Ford used on Erin, Dylan instead loosened his belt, released the metal button and unzipped his jeans. He pushed his jeans and boxers down only as far as Ford had during his session with Erin, fisted his aching cock and stepped forward.

Dylan held the crown of his cock in front of Ford’s mouth. “Open wide.”

The bound man’s jaw shifted, and he licked his lips but didn’t do as ordered.

“You can use your words if you want this to end,” Dylan reminded him.

The determined look in his employee’s eyes assured Dylan that he would not be hearing the phrase “peanut butter.” While he was damn sure, if given the chance, Dylan could break the man, that wasn’t on the agenda.

Driving his hands into Ford’s hair, Dylan used it to rip his head back, stretching his neck to the point of straining.

“Be a good boy and open up,” Dylan ordered more softly this time.

A low groan escaped Ford when he heard the praise. His eyelids slid closed the same time his mouth opened.

With a whispered, “That’s a good boy,” Dylan shoved his cock inside.

He had to force himself to keep his own eyes open because,damn, it had been too long since he’d gotten head from anyone. In real life, anyway. He’d fantasized fucking this man’s face every night since that kiss in the run-in shed. Only, it was now a reality.

Despite that, he had no plans on finishing in Ford’s mouth. Though, he had a feeling Ford would prefer that over Dylan’s next destination.

He thrust his hips slowly at first, letting Ford adjust to his length and girth. But the urge to go deeper and faster clawed at his insides.

He hadn’t had sex with anyone since coming home to Fisher Falls. He’d been too busy working on building and opening the ranch and didn’t want to be distracted. He figured he’d have plenty of opportunities to find a release once the resort openedand was booked full with horny guests. That was, if he couldn’t win back Erin first.

Even so, he didn’t expect to break his long dry spell with the man who helped construct the very structure they were in. The same man currently in a casual relationship with the woman Dylan had planned to pursue.

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