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“Didn’t what?” Darren said.

  Jamie turned his face away and made no reply.

  Darren took his hands off Jamie’s body.

  The submissive got the message within a few seconds. Darren’s hands wouldn’t return until Jamie answered the question.

  “I didn’t realize it would get so uncomfortable so quickly,” he admitted.

  Darren ran his eyes over Jamie’s body, studying the bindings the submissive had fastened around his limbs, assessing the stresses and strains Jamie’s various muscles were under. Uncomfortable was probably the right word—Jamie just wasn’t used to it. His joints were probably protesting, but the bondage wasn’t about to do him any real harm. Nothing threatened to impact his circulation. “You’ll survive it a little longer.”

  One quick movement, and Darren had Jamie rolled back on his stomach. Snatching a pillow from the top of the bed, he used the leather crossing the small of Jamie’s back to pull his hips off the bed until he was raised just high enough for Darren to push the pillow beneath him.

  It was a good hotel. There were lots of pillows. Darren soon had Jamie’s arse positioned high in the air. Pushing the submissive’s knees apart, Darren reached beneath his friend and caught hold of his cock.

  Grateful moans immediately filled the air, making Darren grin. Jamie was hard and leaking pre-cum freely now. He groaned with rather less appreciation as Darren pulled the hard shaft back between Jamie’s legs, forcing the other man’s erection to point down toward his feet, ensuring that it would be as difficult as possible for him to come, even if he gave in to the temptation to try and orgasm without permission.

  Gradually, primitive noises gave way to words. “You really are a complete bastard, you know that don’t you?” Jamie asked.

  Darren’s grin didn’t fade in the slightest. “Yep. I know, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

  Jamie grunted and pushed his face into the mattress.

  The hotel obviously knew its guests well. There was a generous stock of lubes and condoms on the bedside table. Darren picked out a tube and smeared a generous helping of lube onto his fingers.

  Without issuing any kind of warning, he pushed one finger deep into Jamie’s hole. The submissive jerked at his bonds, but his movements quickly became all about getting the digit further inside him rather than pulling away from it. He wriggled his arse around Darren’s finger, squirming against the pile of cushions and thrusting his buttocks higher in the air in the process.

  “That’s right,” Darren murmured. “You like that, don’t you, sweetheart?”

  Jamie nodded against the mattress. Darren added another finger, then a third. He didn’t need to try and guess when he’d found Jamie’s prostate. He was pretty sure anyone in the adjoining rooms would have known about it too, maybe even anyone on their floor of the hotel. Jamie’s joyous yell damn near echoed off the walls.

  The protest Jamie let out when Darren took his fingers away was barely more than a whimper by comparison. Jamie’s hands clenched and unclenched into fists behind his back. The skin around his wrists turned white as he pulled at the cuffs. “Please.”

  Darren could barely take his eyes off the other man as he quickly rolled a condom down his shaft and slicked the latex with extra lube. Within seconds, he was kneeling directly behind Jamie.

  His fingers were still smeared with lube when he caught hold of the submissive’s hips and demanded his lover fall completely still. Darren tightened his hold on Jamie, determined that he wasn’t going to slip away from him.

  Jamie was his. He’d stay where Darren wanted him. He was Darren’s to command, and Darren’s to protect, too. Letting him fall off the bed when his writhing toppled him off the high pile of pillows was completely out of the question.

  The tip of Darren’s hard cock came to rest against Jamie’s well prepared hole. The other man stopped trying to move then. He barely even seemed able to breathe as he waited for Darren to finally bring their bodies together.

  So many glances across the office, so many weeks of subtle flirting, wondering if their admiring glances were being returned or if it was all just wishful thinking. In one swift movement, Darren brought it all to its ultimate conclusion.

  Jamie gasped against the bed sheet. His buttocks clenched as Darren sank his cock in him to the hilt with one seamless movement. Muscles tightened around his shaft, seeming not just to welcome him, but to cling to him—as if being filled and stretched by his cock was all Jamie ever wanted from the rest of his life.

  “That’s right,” Darren murmured. He forced himself to stay perfectly still as the seconds passed.

  Jamie remained completely motionless to all outward appearances too, but Darren felt the movement of the other man’s muscles around his cock as Jamie’s body fought to adjust to the intrusion.

  “Good,” Darren whispered. Except that word didn’t come close. Jamie was so much more than good. Good would have been Jamie being nervous but still willing to try out a little bit of tie up and tease by the very end of the weekend.

  Jamie actually dragging half a damn playroom along behind him in the stupid suitcase wasn’t good, any more than the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel was just a pretty painting. It was like calling the Grand Canyon a pot hole.

  Very slowly, Jamie relaxed and found a way to accept the length of Darren’s cock inside him. He rocked his hips, trying to press back and lodge himself even further down upon Darren’s erection. There was no thought process going on in Jamie’s head right then. Darren had spent enough time with various submissives over the years to know the signs. All Jamie could do right then was react and follow. Every scrap of trust Jamie possessed had been deposited firmly at Darren’s feet. It was all down to him now.

  Darren tightened his hold on Jamie’s hips once more, until both his fingertips and the skin they rested against turned pure white.

  He pulled back. Looking down between their bodies, Darren watched his shaft emerge from the other man’s hole. Very slowly, he swayed away from Jamie until only the head of his cock remained hidden within the tight ring of muscle.

  At the last moment, he plowed back into Jamie’s arse. The submissive moaned his pleasure. Darren drew back again. The sight of his cock and Jamie’s hole was mesmerizing. Still staring down between them, Darren watch himself thrust deep into his friend’s arse again and again.

  Each time, his movements became a little quicker. The friction surrounding his cock became a little more perfect. As Darren’s mind shut down, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of ecstasy being forced into his veins, his body took over.

  Jamie wasn’t allowed to come. This wasn’t about him. There would be time enough for him to make Jamie moan, scream and come like orgasms were going out of fashion later. For just a little while, Darren gave himself permission to think only of himself.

  While one small, diligent part of his psyche kept a discreet eye on Jamie for any signs of real pain or distress, the rest of him was free to lose itself in the sheer joy of screwing Jamie hard into the pile of pillows. Every moment of every day, where he’d desperately needed to race across the office and bend his friend over the desk, but hadn’t been able to, surged to the front of Darren’s brain.

  Darren’s inner dom tossed back its head and howled its joy at finally getting exactly what it wanted.

  Don’t come…

  Jamie closed his eyes as tightly as he could behind his blindfold.

  It had sounded so bloody simple when Darren had said it. Maybe Darren was that much in control of his own body, the world outside it, and the entire universe as well, but Jamie wasn’t. He barely dared to take a deep breath in case the extra lung capacity required would move things around inside his body and somehow trigger his own climax. He might as well have been a teenage boy who had barely even worked out what his cock was for.

  Each thrust Darren offered, pushed Jamie forward, mentally as well as physically. His mind quickly began to tear itself apart under the pressure. Half-screamed its need to come
no matter what the consequences. But the other half, the submissive side of him which was just starting to make itself known inside Jamie, shook its head, clung to its self-control and silently prayed that it wouldn’t let Darren down.

  The need to please Darren multiplied over and over inside Jamie. Each time Darren thrust into him and Jamie’s face was pushed roughly down into the mattress, every time the leather pulled stubbornly at his limbs, even those times when he tried to open his eyes and found only the dark interior of the blindfold, everything around him seemed to reinforce that need.

  Jamie was helpless, and Darren was in control. Anything and everything rested on Jamie’s ability to please his lover in any and every way he could. The realization was laced with a touch of fear, but there was so much delight in it too.

  It was scary, yes, but no part of Jamie’s psyche doubted that it was also exactly the way things should be. Another thrust, even harder than all those before, and Darren yelled out his pleasure as he came deep inside Jamie.

  Latex be damned, in Jamie’s mind the barrier between them simply ceased to exist. He had no doubt that he was being marked as the other man’s property when Darren spilled inside him. That knowledge was far more real than a condom could ever be. All the other men he’d had sex with in the past ceased to exist. He was Darren’s now, and that was never going to change.

  Jamie closed his eyes very tight. This was why he’d been so hesitant about returning the other man’s signs of interest. He’d known it would be so bloody easy to let himself fall for his friend. And now it was too late to regret giving into temptation. The die was cast, the mark had been made. He was Darren’s.

  Gradually the dominant’s movements slowed, until he eventually stilled completely. Several lifetimes seemed to pass while Darren remained buried inside Jamie to the hilt. His cock slowly softened, but his grip on Jamie’s hips remained as firm as ever. He wasn’t giving up ownership of him just because he’d come, and right then, Jamie loved him all the more for it.

  When Darren eventually pulled away, Jamie was helpless to keep back a whimper. He needed Darren inside him. It was wrong for there to be any hint of space between them. He felt Darren collapse onto the mattress next to him, unable to do anything but wait for whatever would happen next.

  Nothing.

  Still blindfolded and cuffed, Jamie strained his hearing, desperate for any hint of the other man’s presence. When it finally came, the touch to his cheek made him jump. Jamie instinctively tried to pull away, only to feel the other man’s hand come to rest on the back of his head and stop him short before the tower of pillows could collapse and toss him onto the floor by the side of the bed.

  “No wriggling.”

  Jamie stilled.

  Darren’s fingers moved against the back of his head. Unexpected bright light invaded Jamie’s world as the blindfold fell away from his eyes.

  He blinked rapidly, trying to turn the blur before him into his lover.

  “Don’t try to rush it. Just let your eyes adjust naturally.” The words were just as much an order as the one that had demanded he stop wriggling. Disobeying it was unthinkable.

  Very slowly, the world around Jamie came into focus. Darren’s head rested on the sole pillow that hadn’t been shoved under Jamie’s hips to bring his arse up to the exact height Darren had desired. Dark strands of hair lay against bright white fabric in casual disarray.

  Jamie had never seen Darren look so relaxed, so happy with the world around him. His deep green eyes damn near sparkled with bliss. His lips were parted slightly as he smiled. Jamie desperately wanted to lean forward and bring their mouths together, but he didn’t dare.

  He’d made the other man look like that. A wave of delight rushed through Jamie at the knowledge. He’d pleased Darren and all was right with the world. Jamie was more than willing to be damned before he risked ruining it all by moving.

  If Darren wanted to leave him bound, head down arse up, until he was ready for another round, that was his prerogative. Jamie’s shoulders might have quietly sobbed at the possibility, but his cock was all for it, and right then, it wasn’t his shoulders that had the casting vote.

  Jamie ran his eyes gradually down the other man’s body, glorying in the ability to finally see Darren stripped down to his bare skin. Damn, but he was stunning…

  For the first time, there wasn’t a single thing in the way of Jamie seeing every inch of Darren. His gaze passed over each perfectly defined muscle until it reached the happy trail of fine, dark hairs that led the way to the other man’s cock.

  That shaft had been inside him a few minutes ago. Another wave of satisfaction rushed through Jamie’s body at the memory of it. Darren was soft now, but he was still impressive. Jamie could easily imagine how magnificent he’d look when he was hard and ready to play again, maybe he’d even be ready to let Jamie come then, too.

  “Is this all you want?”

  Jamie’s attention snapped back up to Darren’s face. “What?”

  “Was this your way of telling me that you just like to be tied up every now and again, or are you telling me you already know you’re a true submissive and that this is only the beginning of what you’re into, or what?” Darren asked. His gaze never faltered.

  Jamie found himself far less capable of holding Darren’s eyes. He stared at the sheet between them for several long seconds as he scrambled for the right answer.

  “Jamie?” Darren finally prompted.

  With a supreme effort, Jamie met his gaze.

  “Did you bring all these toys with you because you wanted to play with them, or because you’d heard that I liked them?” Darren tried, when he seemed to realize there was no answer on its way.

  Jamie looked down again. That question was no easier to answer than the first had been.

  “You’re not going to find the answer written on the bed sheet.”

  “I liked you before I knew what you were into,” Jamie finally whispered. His throat was raw, his voice didn’t sound like his own. “But when I found out, that just…” He tried to shrug. If Darren hadn’t caught hold of his arm he’d have succeeded in toppling himself onto the floor. The pile of pillows seemed to be growing more precarious by the moment.

  “It put the cherry on top of the cake? The handcuffs on the sub?” Darren asked, with a grin.

  Jamie managed to nod without causing himself to topple.

  “And are you a sub as well as a bondage bunny?” Darren’s tone of voice was different then, just a little more serious and a whole lot more intense.

  “Sub,” Jamie whispered.

  The look in Darren’s eyes changed as he heard the word.

  Jamie smiled. He’d pleased the other man with his answer. The wave of pleasure that insight sent racing through his veins confirmed his response. He was a submissive who wanted nothing more than to please his lover.

  “I want you to belong to me.”

  Nothing raced through his veins then. Jamie’s heart damn near froze in his chest. He could only stare at Darren in silence, sure that he’d imagined those words. Darren couldn’t really have said—

  “I want to collar you, own you and take you under my protection,” Darren said, cutting cleanly through every panicked thought in Jamie’s head. “Do you understand what all that means? You’d be mine for however long you wore my mark around your neck.”

  It was all Jamie could do not to come in response to the images those words conjured up inside his head.

  “I’m going to give you some time to think about it,” Darren suddenly announced.

  Jamie stared into the other man’s eyes for several long seconds. He was pretty sure that time wasn’t going to help him. If he just lay there thinking about it with the other man right next to him, all naked and perfect he’d end up humping the pillows until he came all over them. There were some instincts that couldn’t be denied forever just because he wanted Darren to be pleased with him.

  Jamie opened his eyes very wide as Darren suddenly
moved to the edge of the bed and stood up.

  The view was stunning, Darren’s arse was magnificent, but the increasing distance between them was appalling.

  “I’m going down to the bar.” Darren said, digging into his backpack and pulling out some clean clothes.

  All Jamie could do was watch, helpless, as the other man’s wonderful body was hidden away behind cut-offs and a sleeveless t-shirt. “The bar?” he echoed, blankly.

  “Yeah, when you’ve made a decision, get dressed, come down and meet me there,” Darren went on. “It’s on the left hand side of the main foyer.” He sat on the edge of the bed, with his back to Jamie and pulled his shoes on.

  Jamie frowned at his friend’s back, as Darren reached into the backpack once more. He was caught off guard when Darren turned to face him. There was something in his hand.

  “A collar.” Jamie couldn’t have kept the word back if his life had depended on it.

  “Yes,” Darren agreed. Their eyes met. “If you want to belong to me, put the collar on before you come down to the bar and we’ll spend the rest of the weekend getting as kinky as either of us know how. I’ll tie you up, pin you down, spank you, screw you and everything else we both want. But if that’s not what you want, leave the collar where it is and neither of us need mention that the offer was even made.”

  Jamie dropped his gaze to the strip of black leather resting on the white bedspread in stark contrast to the fabric.

  Darren stood up. His shadow stretched over the bed as he stepped out of Jamie’s line of sight. A moment later, Jamie felt the cuffs behind his back being undone.

  “Move your arms slowly, your muscles are going to be sore.”

  Jamie half-listened to that advice, but fifty percent obedience obviously wasn’t enough for his shoulder joints. Fire shot through Jamie’s arms as he moved his hands to rest on the mattress at either side of his head.

  He tried to bite back a curse. It came out as a groan instead.

  “I won’t say I told you so, just that obedience is generally a good habit to get into with things like this.” Darren murmured. His hands came to rest on Darren’s shoulders. “Give yourself a few minutes, okay?”