Page 69 of Sycopation
“Do you understand what submission is, Ray?”
He shivered. He was supposed to do what Zavier said. Except he was also kind of doing what he wanted. Fighting with Zavier for control, trying to make him—Oh. Oh shit. He’d been trying to make Zavier face-fuck him anyway.
“I expect an answer.”
“I—I do. But—I’m not really doing a good job, am I?”
“No, no, you’re not. You need to let go, Ray. Let me give you what you need.”
He chewed on his tongue. “So what happens when I don’t obey?”
The corner of Zavier’s mouth quirked up. “You’re about to find out.”
Ray couldn’t help the swallow of fear, or the blaze of heat that followed. What the hell? But he kind of did want to know what Zavier would do.
“Wait here.” With that, Zavier stepped around him, and out into the main part of the bus.
Ray went stone cold. Was Zavier leaving? Was he—what was he doing? Ray nearly twisted, nearly stood, but Zavier’s question—the one he kept asking—flitted through Ray’s mind.Do you trust me?
Everything in him melted.Yes. He did. He needed to start acting like it.
Zavier touched Ray’s hair, and those warm fingers trailed down to his neck and back. “I know this is hard for you.”
“It shouldn’t be.” The weird tears were back in his voice. “Should be easy.” Sex usually was. He’d turn off his brain and fuck and everything would be fine.
A soft laugh. “Ray, you’ve been fighting for years. For your music, for respect, for your bandmates. I’m not surprised you’re fighting me.”
He’d been fighting Zavier since his audition.
Zavier slipped past and took a seat on the couch again, dropping a few objects next to him. He was still hard, which shocked Ray.
Ray wasn’t anymore. The desire he’d had before had slipped away. “I don’t want to fight you, Zav.”
“I know.” He gestured for Ray to stand. “Come here and turn around.”
Took a little to get up, both from his legs being numb and the rocking of the bus, but he did as told. He gasped when Zavier’s hands closed on his hips, when leather creaked and Zavier’s hot mouth pressed into the small of his back. Fire flooded him, and his flagging cock revived. Every nerve tingled when Zavier nipped his teeth and traced tongue and lips over Ray’s ass. His legs wanted to give out from under him.
“Oh fuck, that’s—” He lost all words when Zavier bit him hard. Really fucking hard.
He let out a long moan. Fuck, that hurt, but also felt so damn good. He’d probably bruise.
“Like that?”
“Yeah,” he whispered. “It’s hot.”
“Mmm.” Zavier captured one of his wrists, then the other, and pulled them both behind Ray’s back. He kissed each pulse point. “I’m going to bind your hands together.”
Heat flashed everywhere and Ray wavered, his lungs light. Fear of being in someone else’s power, and delight for the same damn reason.Zavier’s gonna tie me up.How many times had he come in the dark, quiet hum of the bus fantasizing about that with Zavier sleeping below him? “Okay.”
Another kiss to Ray’s back. “I promise I’ll take care of you.” Zavier crossed one wrist over the other, and held them in a tight grip.
Movement, then Zavier was wrapping his wrists with something. Not rope, not fabric.
Ray couldn’t help the moan. He’d watched enough porn where men got tied up. Wondered what it felt like. Sometimes even wrapped a wrist with whatever was handy to try to see, but nothing prepared him for the way he wanted to melt to hisknees, nor the heat of being held by Zavier—or the sheer sense ofsecurity. Holy fuck, he didn’t understand that.
Another kiss. Words murmured against Ray’s skin. “It’s okay.”
Whatever Zavier was using stretched a bit, but after a couple more winds, Ray’s hands were well and truly tied behind his back, and everything seemed light and wavy. “Zav.” His speech was weird.
