Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 71912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Darius started fucking him hard and deep. He had no mercy on Marc’s ass. He was going to be fucking sore and probably bruised where Darius gripped his hips. He shoved his hips back, surprising Darius enough to force him deeper.
Darius growled and tightened his grip. “I’m in charge.”
***
Darius kept going faster and faster. Marc cried out, muttering incoherent words. Darius had Marc at his mercy, and yet he didn’t, because he was utterly Marc’s. He could tie Marc down until he was immobile and then fuck him until he passed out, and Marc would still be the one in control. That was fucking scary, and yet it was something of a relief too, knowing someone would catch him when he…
He reached under Marc and stroked his cock. “Come for me. Right fucking now.”
Marc gasped as he shot his load. His tight channel gripped Darius’s cock, and he couldn’t hold back.
“Holy fuck!” He drove into Marc and let go.
When he was wrung dry, he hung there over Marc, trying not to collapse on top of his bound hands.
“Was restraining me as good as you expected?” Marc asked a few seconds later.
“Better. I think you nearly killed me.”
“So lie the fuck down. Well, untie me. Then lie the fuck down.”
Untie. Yes, he needed to do that. He fumbled with the rope until he’d freed Marc’s hands and then frowned at the red marks on his wrists. “Do they hurt?”
“Not too much. Now lie down. I don’t want you to faint on me.”
“I do not faint.”
“Mmmhmm.”
Marc rotated his wrists and shook his hands. When he looked up and saw Darius still watching him, not lying down, he said, “I’ll be fine. I promise. I have done this before.”
Darius frowned. “I don’t like thinking about that.”
“Jealous?”
“Yes,” and he didn’t even mind admitting it.
Marc tossed the rope down and lay next to Darius.
After a few moments of silence, Darius said, “Okay, I’m sold.”
“On my ass?”
“I was sold on that the day I met you. I meant on sex games. Next time, I want you in costume.”
Marc gave a breathless laugh.
As Darius lay there, his skin cooled and his breath slowed, but his mind continued to whirl. He’d just said “next time.” He’d admitted to wanting more of these long, drawn-out games. He was on a fucking date. He wanted to stay the night at another man’s apartment. Breathe.
Marc turned to face Darius and propped himself on his elbow. “Now that we’re getting a steady stream of orders from your customers, what do you think of adding online sales? We could ship to customers or… I don’t know, maybe it’s better to only serve people who can come to the shop like you do for tailoring?”
Was he serious? “You’re thinking about business right now?”
Marc laughed. “You brought it up.”
“I said I wanted to fuck you in costume; that’s hardly—”
“Well, it got me thinking.”
“If you’re thinking, then I’ve not done my job.”
“Oh, you did your job. Very well. I’m hoping you’ll do it again later. But right now, why not think through our business plan?”
Darius groaned and laid his arm over his face. Marc tugged at it, and Darius finally looked up at him and sighed. “Fine. I like keeping things where we have real-life contact with our customers. I know that makes me horribly old-fashioned.”
Marc shrugged. “It’s worked well for you so far.”
“I’m also worried if you take on more orders, you won’t have time to do any theater work.”
Marc nodded. “I like that plan.”
“Maybe we’ll eventually expand that way.”
“If people buy the costumes.”
“There’s no if. Assume that the reality you want is the reality you’re living in.” That was what Clarice had always told him.
His pulse sped up. What he wanted was for Marc to love him, but if he believed that was true, then he would… “That last bit might be bullshit.”
“It’s nice bullshit, even if it’s odd to hear you talk like an inspirational poster.”
Darius flipped him off.
“So do you ever bottom?”
Darius nearly choked. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Why do you keep changing the subject?”
“Too old to keep up?”
Darius rolled them so he was on top, balanced on his arms, glaring down at Marc. He thrust against him, already growing hard again. “I can do better than keep up. I can wear you out and make you beg for mercy.”
“But you won’t let me fuck you?”
Darius considered the question. “It’s been a long time.”
“And?”
“And I never liked it.”
“Then why did you—”
“I was a fool who thought it would help me keep a man.”
Marc reached up and cupped his cheek. “I would love to fuck you, and I think I could make it good for you. But you don’t ever have to do anything you don’t want to just to keep me.”
Darius’s breath caught. “Do I have you?”
“Yeah, you do.”
“You have me too.” Darius couldn’t believe he’d actually admitted that, but it was true.