“Open your legs… slide lower… look at me…” Tyler rapped out his orders, and Alex obeyed each one. He gave everything toTyler, surrendering completely. He moaned as Tyler kissed his cock, screamed when he took it in his mouth and sucked the tip gently, and then babbled incoherently for more.
Tyler was utterly in control – kissing, sucking, and nibbling, his hands and mouth everywhere, all at once. Alex’s arousal was real. He wanted Tyler inside him, tried to pull him closer, to undress him, to see and feel his cock, but Tyler pushed him back.
“Beg me,” he ordered. “I want my moment, Alexander. I want to know I’ve won.”
Alex didn’t even hesitate. “Please, fuck me. Please! Please, Mr Tyler… George… sir… I don’t know what to call you, but please… just fuck me! I want you so much… I want you inside me… please…” He was babbling but it didn’t matter. He didn’t have any pride left. This man had robbed him of everything, including that.
Tyler looked down on him, his eyes alight with victory. “Finally,” he said softly. “Now you’re mine, really mine. You can’t fake this. And for the record, you call me sir. Always.”
He took his time, lubing Alex’s hole with his fingers, sliding them in and out, preparing him. Alex whimpered, but he knew better than to demand Tyler get a move on. Finally, Tyler undid his fly, and he caught a glimpse of his smooth, hard cock, large and satisfying. Tyler paused to put on a condom, then settled between his legs, pulling them apart and pushing firmly inside him.
Alex screamed – not from pain, not even from pleasure, but simply because he could. Finally, he could shout out his emotions. Months of repression, of humming and yoga, of pretending and hiding and being in total control of himself, were over. He screamed, and shouted, and banged his fists on the bed, letting it all out.
Tyler had staying power and he wasn’t a selfish lover, either. He took Alex’s cock in his hand and caressed it in time to hisrhythmic thrusts. Fuck, it felt good. Fantastic, even. Tyler was as good in bed as he was in business, but then again, he always did have to be the best at everything.
“I’m better than Purvis and Bagshaw and all those other fuckers,” Tyler told him, riding him relentlessly. “Aren’t I? Say it!”
“You are… oh God, you are, sir,” Alex agreed happily. There was nothing good or wholesome about this. It was all kinds of fucked up, but that didn’t matter. It was as necessary as it was ugly.
“Wait for me to say when,” Tyler ordered, needing to control even his orgasm. Alex held back, waiting for Tyler’s permission to come, and Tyler rode the crest of that wave, enjoying his obedience. “Now!” he shouted suddenly, and Alex let go, coming all over Tyler’s hand, his first unmedicated orgasm in months.
Tyler came, too. Arching his back, he yelled, then looked down on Alex like a conquering general surveying his fallen enemy.
“I knew I could make you beg, make you enjoy it,” he crowed triumphantly.
“You did, I did…” Alex whispered pathetically.
Tyler removed the condom, tied it off meticulously, and threw it into the nearby bin. “Am I the best you’ve ever had?” he demanded.
“Yes. How can you doubt it?” Alex smiled at him hazily. Was that true? It didn’t matter.
“I knew it. I watched you with all those others, and I knew they weren’t reaching you. I knew I could, if you just gave in to me.”
Then, much to Alex’s surprise, Tyler lay down on the bed, gathered him in his arms, and spooned him. He was naked, Tyler still fully clothed, and he felt vulnerable and yet oddly safe nestled against him. He closed his eyes, refusing to make senseof his feelings right now. He was doing what he had to do. How he felt about it, good or bad, was irrelevant. He fell asleep to the sensation of Tyler gently kissing the back of his neck.
He woke a couple of hours later to find Tyler’s arms still wrapped around him. Despite the fact it was only the middle of the day, they’d both been exhausted from the sex, from the battle, and from all of what had gone before that had led them to this moment.
He lay there for a long time, wondering how he felt about being held so tenderly by the man responsible for his worst nightmares. He had no answers. His feelings were too fucked up, too contradictory.
Gently extricating himself, he turned over to find Tyler still asleep. He looked younger in repose, less intense. Alex gazed at him for a long time. Did this change anything? What happened next? And where the hell did they go from here?
He pressed a finger against a little vein pulsing in Tyler’s neck. He could murder him in his sleep. Wrap Tyler’s own tie around his throat and strangle the life out of him. Or he could find some sharp object in the apartment and stab him with it. He removed his finger. No. He could never kill anyone in cold blood, not even Tyler. That had never been the plan, never an option. Alex knew he didn’t have it in him to kill anyone. Joe could do it, but not Alexander Lytton. He was an artist, not a soldier.
He wanted Tyler to pay for what he’d done to Solange, but in a courtroom, in front of the entire world. He wanted him to feel his disgrace, to have all his power removed from him and all his control taken away. That would be more of a punishment for a man like Tyler, anyway. He slipped back into the circle of Tyler’s arms, closed his eyes, and was soon fast asleep once more.
When he woke again, he felt rested, his body alive with sexual energy. He hadn’t felt like this in a very long time. Stretching out lazily, he opened his eyes to find that Tyler was also awake. He was lying there, unmoving, staring at Alex as if he was an alien.
“What’s the matter? Is there a problem?” Alex reached out and caressed Tyler’s face, inches away from his own.
“Yeah. The problem is I didn’t expect to wake up.” Tyler sat up abruptly and swung his legs over the side of the bed. “I thought you’d kill me in my sleep.”
“Kill you?” Alex sat up, too, thinking,You’re the killer, not me.“I could never kill you.”
“I thought all this was a game, a charade, that you were pretending in order to get close to me.” Tyler glanced at Alex over his shoulder. “I was sure I’d find you out at every turn, but you didn’t crack. I didn’t expect this.” He waved his hand at the bed. “When I finally fucked you, I thought it’d be the last thing I’d ever do. I thought that once you had me alone in here, you’d try and kill me – smother me in my sleep, strangle me, stab me with whatever you could lay your hands on – but you didn’t. How else does it end, you and me, except with one of us killing the other?” He turned towards Alex with a look of fury. “Why?” he demanded. “Why didn’t you try and kill me?”
“I couldn’t kill anyone, least of all you. I’m your indie, and you’re my houder. I just want to serve you,” Alex said quietly.
“I don’t believe you. I don’t believe you’ve changed that much.”
