Page 92 of Undone

“Give me your mouth,” Ford demanded again.

“Take it,” Dylan challenged.

Ford raised his eyebrows. “You want to be a brat? If so, I can treat you like one.”

As a Dom himself, Dylan knew exactly how brats were dealt with. Did the manwantto be punished? That would be a twist Ford hadn’t expected.

However, he wouldn’t let Dylan push him. Not this time. The time for rough play would come later. Dylan needed to be comfortable with Ford topping him first.

His hand snaked out to grab Dylan by the back of the neck, yanking him closer until their mouths slammed together. He demanded entrance and his tongue explored every corner. Ford claimed Dylan’s mouth and would soon be claiming his ass as well.

In the back of his mind, it dawned on him that Dylan wasn’t resisting. In fact, Ford only received a low groan in response.

His boss was suddenly being submissive? To test that, Ford pushed the kiss deeper, thinking Dylan would want to battle with their tongues.

He didn’t.

The fine hairs on the back of Ford’s neck prickled. Was this a trick? Dylan went from a Dom to a brat to being submissive within minutes?

This had to be a trap.

When Ford twisted his head enough to end the kiss, they were both rock hard and breathless.

Dylan gripped Ford’s beard with his other hand planted on Ford’s pumping chest. He searched his boss’s face but only saw the heavy eyelids, the heat behind his hazel eyes and slightly parted lips.

Nothing jumped out at him as suspicious.

Ford needed to stop being paranoid by thinking Dylan was setting him up in some way. His reactions, or lack thereof, could stem from an internal struggle.

Ford leaned back and, while keeping a tight grip on Dylan’s neck, pushed his head down. “Now, give me your mouth again. This time on my cock.”

Dylan’s face hovered over Ford’s pulsing erection. “Do you want to hold it,” he swallowed hard and the added, “Sir?” seemed a bit forced.

That must have been painful for him to say. Using the honorific wasn’t one of Ford’s requirements so it actually surprised him when Dylan did.Withoutbeing instructed.

Of course, that had him once again thinking this was a trap. He expected Dylan to fight him at every turn.

The two of them would need to have a discussion about this turn of events. Preferably without Erin present and when both were not naked and hard.

For now, the night needed to progress. If it was up to Ford, he’d go right to having Dylan climb on his lap and ride him like a pole dancer. But he would be a nice Dom and do what he said earlier by getting his boss worked up so he was more relaxed, even begging for it and unable to hold out any longer.

Like Dylan, Ford was overthinking what was about to happen. Even so, he realized calling Dylan “boss” wouldn’t work in this situation. He needed to find a pet name for him for those times he was the bottom and not an equal. He’d save it for when Ford was bottoming. He’d simply make the title a capital ‘B’ in that situation and still use the lowercase ‘b’ during the workday.

That would keep things interesting.

Since he was the Dom in this situation, Ford still needed a missing piece of important information. “What’s your safe word?”

When Dylan’s eyes lifted to his, he met Ford’s gaze straight on, just like a brat would. “I use the traffic light system. I planned on suggesting we all use it so we don’t have to worry about remembering different safe words. Especially in the heat of the moment.”

That was smart. “I’m good with that. Erin?”

Perched on her knees behind Dylan, she nodded. “Sure, but how does it work?”

“It’s simple. If we’re checking in and we ask for a color, you use ‘green’ to mean you’re good or to keep going, ‘yellow’ for caution or slow down, and ‘red’ to stop immediately,” Ford explained. “During play, green can also be used to tell us to take it up a notch and yellow would tell us to drop it down a notch, even if we don’t ask.”

“Easy enough. But what if I’m gagged?” she asked.

He glanced down at Dylan, now fisting the root of Ford’s cock but he hadn’t put it in his mouth yet.

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