Page 49 of Due Dilligence (Takeover)
Fazil licked his lips. “Okay. But not on me. I’m not into pain.”
“Says the guy who loves a good, rough fuck.”
Fazil blushed beautifully. “That’s different.” He drew out a few scarves and sashes, then hovered his hand over the box. “Holy shit, you really do have one of these.” He pulled out the clear sleeve that housed the sizable purple-and-green dragon dildo and turned it over in his hands. “This is something else.”
Not the thickest toy Todd owned, but it was impressive, with its flared head, scale-covered shaft, and vibrant colors. He’d never used it, but the hunger in Fazil only whetted Todd’s appetite to put it to use. “You want that inside you, Z?”
A visible shudder took Fazil. Didn’t take guesswork to figure out the answer to that question. Still, Todd’s dick thickened at Fazil’s breathy reply. “Yeah.”
No doubt Fazil was hard as a rod. “You know, the sooner we get this chart created, the sooner you’ll get what’s coming to you.”
“Assuming the dice agree.” Fazil set Mr. Dragon down on the table. “How are we going to do this?”
“Let’s start with a simple list.”
“A table might be more fun...” Fazil tapped his fingers on his knee.
That was true. All the lovely combinations they could develop, but in the end, they made a single list. Creating a full-blown table with charts would have taken all night. “Maybe later,” Fazil muttered, “when I don’t want you so bad.”
Definitely something to work on later, especially if that meant pulling out theotherboxes. “You ready for this?”
Fazil read the list once more, and set the pad down. His grin had a familiar nervous and horny edge to it. “This has got to be the weirdest thing I’ve ever done. But yes, roll to see how you’re going to fuck me.” He paused. “Or what I’m doing to you.”
As per normal, the low roll results on the list were more penalty than pleasure. What Todd had suggested didn’t involve him bottoming. Although Fazil’s brows had pinched together, he didn’t ask. Which was good, because explaining why would’ve put a damper on everything.
Instead the penalties ranged from being tied up and tickled to some very clever uses of the nipple clamps Fazil had eschewed for himself. Every so often, Todd found pain fun.
The whole purpose of this was to have a good time, after all.
Most of the list involved Todd fucking Fazil—or Fazil fucking himself. Watching him last night had been a huge turn-on. Whatever number came up, they’d both end up in a sweaty, satisfied heap by the end of the night. How they’d get there was the only thing up to chance.
Todd scooped up his red twenty-sided die and rolled it between his hands. “Here we go.” He spun the die down onto their list of sexual exploits.
They both leaned forward and watched it settle on one side, white number facing up.
Eighteen. A damn fine roll. He read the line on the list and his blood warmed.Yes.
Fazil melted. “Fuck.” There was excitement and gravel in that curse.
“Mr. Dragon’s inaugural run.”
Fazil wiggled on the couch, his focus completely on the dragon cock. Todd wouldn’t be sliding that thick purple-and-green shaft into Fazil. No, he’d watch while Fazil fucked himself on it. As an added bonus, Todd would receive a nice blow job, too, for old times’ sake.
He picked up the sleeve. “Should give it a good cleaning first.”
Fazil’s eyes were wide with need. “No condom?”
“Up to you. Like I said, it’s never been used.” Either way, he’d clean it before and after. He liked his toys spotless. He eyed Fazil. “Shouldn’t you be getting your ass into my bedroom and stripping off all those clothes?”
“Yeah.” His soft, lust-filled voice made Todd groan. Fazil rose and the bulge in his jeans was impressive. Todd couldn’t wait to get his hands on that. Or his mouth. Whatever.
He tossed Mr. Dragon up, caught him, and followed Fazil into the bedroom. This was going to be hotter than hell.
***
It was a bit of a miracle Fazil could walk given the buzzing in his head and how turned on he was. God, his dick hurt. Getting out of those jeans would be heaven.
Eighteen. Those two little white numerals seemed to hover in the air, though the die still lay on the list in the living room. That meant taking an impressive, scaly toy up his ass.
