Page 93 of Syncopation
“No.” Zavier gasped Ray’s hips and pressed his bulge into his ass. “Not at all.”
Yeah, he wanted to try that. “Can I ask you something?”
Zavier kissed along his shoulder, licking at the bruise he’d made. “Of course.”
“If I said ‘do anything to me,’ what would you do tonight?”
Zavier stopped moving for a moment, then he breathed alongRay’s skin like he’d just won a jackpot. “You absolutely amazing man. You have no idea.” Another press of lips to Ray’s neck. “I’d cuff each of your limbs, tie you to the bed facedown, and flog your ass. Spank you afterward—so you know the difference—then plug your hole and watch you for a while. Your struggles. Your need. How you move and want and breathe. And when you’re ready, I’d fuck you intothat rather nice mattress until you scream my name.”
Shit—shit. Ray couldn’t breathe. His whole body flamed with want and desire, and he wasn’t quite sure how he was still standing, except that Zavier had his arms around him. “Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Please do that. Everything you said. Do it to me.”
Zavier nipped at his skin. “Get on your knees.”
Ray dropped to the floor.
“Headdown, Ray. Hands at the small of your back.”
Not the child’s pose they’d used earlier.Thiswas subservient. But this time he didn’t mind. He was Zav’s to use and pleasure tonight.
Footsteps, and then the sounds of items being moved and the bed cleared. “The best thing about watching you on stage tonight was knowing I’d be fucking you later. All those fans screaming at you. Ripping yourclothes off. Feeling you up.” Zavier laughed. “I don’t generally think of myself as possessive, but there was something succulent about knowing that my cock would be in your ass and my name on your lips while they pawed over you.”
Ray moaned. Fucking hot, hearing that from Zavier’s mouth. A fleeting thought ran through his head.This is a little more than benefits.He quashed that. Later.Maybe he’d bring it up later.
Zavier fell silent as he worked. The bed frame creaked. “There,” he said. “Ties to bind.” Fingers brushed Ray’s hair. “Sit up. Slowly.”
He did, and blinked. Everything was brighter. Heady. “How do you do that? Make me feel so—” He shook his head.
“Out of it? I don’t, exactly. That’s you reacting to me. Look up subspace sometime.” Zavier held a pair ofcuffs in his hand. “Your wrists, Ray.”
He offered them over and groaned when Zavier buckled the cuffs on tight. “Shit. I—fuck, this is hot.”
A chuckle. “Wait until I have you spread-eagle on the bed.”
That didn’t take too long. Zavier had him stand, then lie down on the comforter—and the next thing Ray knew, his arms were tied down, one to each corner. The cuffs weren’t too tight,and while his arms were extended and there wasn’t much room to move, there was some. He rocked his cock into the bed.
Zavier swatted his ass. “I didn’t say you could get yourself off.”
“This whole thing is getting me off.”
Another blow to his behind. It stung, but there wasn’t enough force to even call it punishment. “If you come, I’m still gonna fuck you.”
Yeah, Ray figured. “Mightget me off twice.”
A grunt. “Some night, when we have time, I’ll see just how many times I can.”
That would be fun and torture all rolled into one. “Okay.”
Zavier cuffed Ray’s ankle, then tied it down. “You really are magnificent.”
Embarrassment crept up Ray’s spine. “Just horny. That’s all.”
“No, that’s not all.” Zavier kissed his ass, then cuffed and tied the other leg.
He had no idea what Zavier meant, and the impulse to ask fled as soon as Zavier caressed his back and sides. He wiggled, but nope. He really was tied down to the bed. A spike of panic, followed by delight ran up to his head and pinpricks rose on his arms.
