“No, you don’t. You need to do what I tell you.”
“Please, please let me,” he whimpers, shaking.
“No. Stay on your feet. We’ll need a St. Andrew’s Cross for sure, won’t we? So I can cuff you and keep you upright.”
“You’d get one for me?” he asks, desperately wanting it to be true.
Colton chuckles. “Graham, sweetheart, the amount of purchasing and rearranging I’m willing to do to have you as mine should disturb you. It’s actually creepy.”
He smiles like a fool and presses close, twines their hands together. “Not if I feel the same way. You’re sohard, Sir. I can feel it. Please fuck me. Or let me suck you.Please.”
Graham kisses him, reaches for Colton’s cock, touching him through the clothing of his pants. “I need your cock.”
“Do you now?” Colton asks, voice low with arousal.
“Yeah, I do. Please.”
“Shower first. Come on, baby.” He leads Graham to the master bedroom and the four-poster bed, which Graham approves of. “Looks sturdy.”
“We’ll see.”
Graham has to suppress a giggle for the first time in his life.
19
The bathroom is large, with a tub and a separate glass shower. There is a toilet and a bidet, and Graham looks back at Colton just as he sets a shower enema kit onto the counter. He eyes it and looks away, heart pounding. Is it fear? Anticipation? He puts a hand on the counter for support.
I want to go back down,he thinks and wonders if he should just say it.
Colton steps close and helps Graham strip off his clothes.
“Waitthere,” he says, pointing at the ground. Graham goes to his knees and waits while Colton takes off his own clothes, and he watches eagerly as his Dominant’s muscular body is revealed. Colton’s hard, his balls large and full, even for a Dominant.His cock really is beautiful, Graham thinks. Heavy, wide, and long.
What if it’s always a struggle? What if he always has to relax and be a little careful when Colton fucks him? That would mean that every time his Dominant took him, it would be like an act of devotion. His body an offering.
He can’t really believe he had that large cock inside him, but he did. He’ll be able to take it again.
“Up,” Colton orders. Then he pushes Graham down onto the chilly marble counter, urges his legs apart, and reaches for the plug. The counter feels good on his hot cheek. “Let’s see what we’re working with here.”
“I’ll leak onto the floor.” He’s embarrassed to admit it. And he doesn’t want Colton to know that he’s healed completely. That the plug isn’t even a blip on his radar. Colton won’t want a sub that can’t stay down in subspace and processes this fast. His breathing is picking up and Colton puts a hand between his shoulder blades, the other on his ribs.
“Why are you breathing so fast? What happened?” There’s almost a growl in his tone.
“Nothing, I’m fine.” He tries to stand up.
Colton’s hand settles on his shoulder, pressing downward, encouraging him to stay where he is. His body is hard and warm as he stands close behind Graham. But Graham can’t feel his cock. Does that mean Colton isn’t hard?
Graham whimpers.
Colton cups Graham’s cock in his hand. “You’re softening. Tell me.”
He swallows hard. “I’m healed. And the plug is so small it’s practically comfortable now.”
Colton makes a noise, sounding almost curious, and his hand slides down Graham’s back to the plug. He presses hard against it, and Graham doesn’t lift at all to avoid it. He takes it with barely a sigh.
“And why does that make you anxious?”
He doesn’t want to say.
