Page 83 of Syncopation
Indeed, he was. Large pupils. Slight trembles. All that lovely tension. “I don’t want to be manhandling you and pressingyou against a wall if that’s not your thing. Consent is sexy.”
Ray smiled. “That—I want that. Yeah, maybe not always, but I promise I’ll tell you if it’s too much. Or the wrong time. But please, please, surprise me. I need—” He took a breath. “I want to surrender. Make me.”
Oh, that was just too good to pass up. He tightened his hand in Ray’s hair. “You remember how I taught you to touchyourself?”
No nodding—his hand was too tight in Ray’s hair. “Yeah. I remember.”
“Get your dick out and show me.Slowly.”
He didn’t loosen his hold in Ray’s hair, but Ray obeyed—and nearly perfectly, too. Took that hard cock out of his pants and into his hand and stroked its length so slowly. Teased the head. Pressed into the slit. Twisted and slid.
He panted. “Can I touch my balls?”
“Yes.”
Such a show at his feet. Ray, his eyes closed, his mouth open, jacking himself off. Fondling his nuts. If they didn’t have a show in a few hours, Zavier would have whipped out his own dick and fucked Ray’s mouth.
Ray hissed. “Fuck.” Oh, he was close. Tempting to let him come, but even more to let him dance on stage and sing unsatisfied.
“Stop.”
Ray flicked his eyes openedand sighed, but he stopped. And that was lovely, too. The obedience. “You’re gonna make me wait.”
“As I said before.” Zavier stepped in and pressed his hard length against Ray’s face. “And you’re still not alone in that.”
Ray nuzzled Zavier’s jeans-covered shaft with his lips and nose. “You should wear leather tonight.”
Zavier pulled back on Ray’s hair. “Up, please.”
Ray rose,his jeans hanging open, and Zavier spun him around. “Hands on the vanity.” He spoke the order into Ray’s ear.
A little moan, and Ray obeyed. A few taps of Zavier’s hands against the inside of Ray’s thighs had him spreading his legs so nicely. All the tension fled from Ray’s body. “Zav...”
“You like this?” He stroked down Ray’s sides. So much clothing between them, but Ray still moved underhis touch. Liquid and needy.
“Yeah. Can’t think when you do this. Don’t wanna...”
That was part of the point. Zavier chuckled and peeled Ray’s pants and underwear down, exposing his ass. “Oh, that’s nice.” He ran his fingers over the bite mark he’d left. Not a deep bruise, but enough for both of them to know what it was. There was also a smattering of light bruising from the spanking.“I can’t wait to lay a crop on you. Or a flogger.”
“I—want that.” Ray was breathless. “At least try.”
Deep thrumming sounded through the room. Five Asylum’s sound checks. Zavier pressed a hand against Ray’s back. “Oh, we will.” He stroked one side of Ray’s ass, then slapped it. Hard.
Ray yelped, and Zavier held him in place. A bass refrain cut through the air and before Ray could settle,Zavier spanked the other cheek. “So here’s a little rule when we’re playing like this: you don’t tell me what I should do.”
“Oh fuck. Zav—I—”
Another blow, then another. And more until he’d laid down ten blows to each cheek.
Ray groaned, but through it all, he hadn’t moved much. Hadn’t tried to cover his ass. Which said something.
Zavier ran his hand over Ray’s ass cheeks. “Wasthat too much?”
A hiccupped laugh, then a whisper. “No.” Ray bowed his head. “I liked it. I hated it too, but Ilikedit.” He chuckled again. “Which I guess kind of defeats the purpose of punishing me.”
“Not at all.” Zavier skimmed his fingers between the cheeks and brushed Ray’s hole, which earned him a deeper moan. “It leaves you hot and bothered and wanting me, which is its own punishment.”
Ray sighed. “Yeah. I’ll give you that.”
