“That’s how long I want to keep you down for. That would be good for us, Graham. Make both of us feel more secure.”
That drags his attention sharply back to the present.
Right.
For three full days he’s Colton’s. And then what will he be? Will Colton let him go?
“Where are you?” Colton asks him, hands on Graham’s face and voice soft.
Nowhere, he’s not moving at all. “What do you mean?”
Colton kisses him, drops his hands down to Graham’s ass and hauls him against his erection so Graham can feel it, heavy and needy. It twitches against him like it wants to be inside him, and Colton’s fingers pry his cheeks open through the material of his pants, making him feel exposed and pulled wide.
Something in him settles and then Colton steps back. “There. Better. You keep going away from me. Keeping you down is going to be a challenge.”
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs.
“Don’t apologize. I like a challenge.” His smile isn’t cruel but it isn’t kind either. “We’ll get you where I want you,” he says, and Colton slaps him gently on the cheek. It startles Graham and has him gripping the doorframe so he doesn’t sink to his knees.
Colton’s gaze sharpens. “There you are. You like being slapped, sweetheart?”
“Apparently,” he says, because the truth is no one’s ever done it to him before. “Jesus, do that any harder and I don’t know what I’ll do.”
Colton takes that as a challenge. “Look into my eyes and that’s all. Don’t look anywhere else, understand?” he says, voice low with dominance.
“Yes, Sir,” he says, all in a rush as he exhales.
The blue of Colton’s eyes is everything. And then his face stings, the slap coming out of nowhere. Graham puts a hand on his own cock and squeezes. He whimpers with lust.
Colton drags Graham’s hand away, presses it to the doorframe instead. Graham’s breath shudders out of him and he blinks hard, trying to maintain eye contact when he feels like he should be looking down and offering himself to Colton. “Fuck. Breed me. Ruin me. I need you.”
“Not yet, princess.” Another slap and Graham moans loudly, cock jerking in his pants. He’d thought it would be the other side, hadn’t expected it to be the same one again.
“Fuck,” he manages to say.
Colton smiles. “Focus. My eyes.”
Graham draws another breath in, trying to settle and prepare. Colton slaps him again, traps the exhale in his chest, and his face stings. It was harder, the same side of his face while the other side is unmarred. It’s disconcerting. He shifts his jaw, the echo of sensation where half his face is untouched.
“Colton. Colton, please.”
“Are you looking into my eyes? Up. Up, Graham,” he orders, because Graham had been looking down, eyeing the bar of Colton’s cock in his pants instead. He makes eye contact and waits, expectant. Will Colton finally slap the other side?
“The left side of my face. I need it.”
“Are you telling me what to do?”
“No, I?—”
“You think I forgot? Think I can’t see that one side is warm and pink and the other isn’t?”
“No, I—” And Colton slaps him again on the right side and his cock spasms in his pants. Graham grabs himself, trying to jerk off through the material and slide to his knees at the same time. His mouth is watering and he needs to suck his Sir’s cock.
Colton’s hand goes to his throat, halts his downward progress. His jaw is hard, his eyes cold.
Graham’s hand drops away from his cock and he forces himself back up to standing. He makes his knees lock so he doesn’t sink down again.
“I want to feel like you own me,” he confesses. And then Colton is against him, kissing his hot cheek gently, stroking fingers over the warm flesh, and Graham has to put his arms around Colton to stay upright. “Need to be on my knees for you.”
