Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Kai stilled all movements, his own dick howling. He wanted in Breck’s body so fucking bad. The sight of him so close to climax nearly doing Kai in.
Brows pinched, Breck’s whole body shuddered. As if still teetering on the razor’s edge. Cursing breathlessly, he re-met Kai’s gaze. “I was so fucking close. Why the hell did you stop?”
Kai smirked at his silly question. “Because I didn’t want you to come.” Or for their playtime to end. He was enjoying their encounter far more than he probably should.
Breck eyed him, looking both restless and confused. Which made sense. He’d been ready to bust and Kai had just put on the brakes. “Why not? Isn’t that the purpose of a handjob?”
Kai’s insides thrummed at the opportunity Breck was presenting. To play not just with his body but his inexperienced mind. Subs, after all, knew this as part of the game. As part of the interaction that they engaged in with their Dom. The teasing and toying with their heads just as much as their flesh.
Kai smiled. “In some cases, I’m sure. But my objectives are always multifaceted.”
Breck stared at him as if trying to understand.
“Oh, and by the way,” Kai continued. “Another aspect of being a sub? No coming without my consent. You’ve got to ask for permission.”
Breck stilled, blinked, then outright balked. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” He twisted warily in his binds.
Kai shrugged. “It’s what Doms like.”
“And if I don’t like it?”
Kai answered silkily, “I encourage you to try.”
Breck frowned. “And if I don’t… ask permission?”
Kai’s lips quirked. “Then you’ll be subject to the ramifications.”
Breck scoffed with a smirk. “Like what?”
Again, Kai shrugged. “For one, you’ll have lost your credibility. And then there’s my longstanding practice of always continuing until I’m done with your dick.”
Breck regarded him. “What exactly does that mean?”
Kai held his gaze. “That I wouldn’t stop stroking.”
Breck frowned. Then swallowed. “That’s torture. You wouldn’t.”
“Your call.”
“But what if I can’t stop?” His voice sounded nervous.
And the sound was decadent. Teasing Kai’s dick. Making him burn that much more.
“Just tell me when you’re close,” Kai murmured reassuringly. “I’ll halt immediately. Trust me, I know what I’m doing.” Reaching up, he clutched Breck’s chin with his fingers, then pressed down on that glorious lower lip with his thumb. “Don’t misinterpret, jeja,” he stated softly. “A Dom doesn’t do this to be cruel. But out of prudence. Ensuring their sub’s experience doesn’t finish prematurely.” Body ablaze, he held Breck’s gaze. “Do you understand?”
Breck’s demeanor shifted as he stared into Kai’s eyes. His tense frame eased, a new fire burning. “Yeah,” he breathed. “I understand.” His voice sounded huskier, his air noticeably bolder. As if he’d just decided to accept some challenge. “As long as you promise to stop when I’m close… And don’t make me wait twelve fucking hours to come.”
Kai grinned. Breck was showing promise. He had to admit, he was pleasantly surprised. Breck recognized the value of restraint and was willing to give it a try. “You have my word.”
He started again, pushing Breck away, then letting him sway forward, his beautiful erection sliding sensuously through Kai’s grip. Breck pursed his lips, but a moan escaped anyway. Kai continued. Back… and forth. Back… and forth. The slick, wet sounds mingling with the music’s sultry vibe. The smell of Breck’s arousal wafting past his nose. Breck’s hard, bound body, its own potent allure. Enticing Kai, seducing his senses. Spurring him on to up his game and tease Breck more.
Just like before, though, Breck reached his limit in no time flat. Twitching, he gasped out, “Shit— Kai— Shit— I’m gonna come—”
“Kai?” Kai rumbled in amusement.
“Grandmaster!” Breck choked out. “Fuck— Please—Stop!”
Kai honored his request. Gave him a moment to regroup. Watched quietly as Breck gulped down a couple lungfuls of air. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” Breck rasped, eyes glazed. “Just gimme a second.” A moment later, his breathing stabilized.
“Good?”
Breck nodded. “Yeah.”
Kai resumed with a third round of fun. Unhurriedly. Indulgently. Back and forth. Base to tip through his grip. And Jesus, the sounds his athlete started making. Hitches of breath, choppy grunts, stifled moans. Breathless curses. Even some hot little whimpers. Kai drank him in, every single aspect, feeling more intoxicated with every pass. By the sensation of Breck’s rock-hard boner delving through his slippery grasp.
Much sooner than last time, Breck shot back up to critical. “Shit— Oh, fuck— I’m gonna come!” he all but shouted.
Kai stopped and steadied his body. “No, you’re not.”
Breck shook his head anxiously, his body shuddering hard. “That was too fucking close,” he panted. “Next time it comes, I won’t be able to stop.”
“Hmm.” Kai regarded him thoughtfully. Breck might very well be right. “We should probably shift gears.”
Breck peered at him, eyes glazed, cheeks hot.
Kai resecured a hold on him with his thighs. Then he grabbed his bottle of lube and drenched the tips of his fingers. Reaching behind Breck’s nuts, he transferred that lube to Breck’s hole. The intimate contact had Breck exhaling in a rush. When adequately slick, Kai sank his middle finger just inside.