Iron Cross: The Dartmouth Cobras #6 (11 page)

Hands gripped tight to either side of his chair, Tyler’s lips parted. He was breathing fast, his chest rising and falling even as he seemed to struggle to go still. His entire bearing changed
, and when he spoke again, his voice was soft and full of respect. “I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“Enough sorrys. Raif had you messed up. Tell me more about that.” She kicked his feet f
arther apart and put one bare foot up on his chair, right up close to his crotch. Resting her elbow on her bent knee, she lowered her chin to her fist and waited patiently as he chewed on his bottom lip.

He had sexy fucking lips that got nice and red when he bit them. But it was distracting her with thoughts of how she could have him using his lips and his teeth and she couldn’t have that. She slid her toes closer to his crotch, pressing them against his fully erect cock.

Very nice.
And the light pressure got him talking. “The
scene
had me messed up. People saw me on my hands and knees, submitting to him. And I didn’t even care at first, but then I realized…”

“Realized what?”

He blinked. Shook his head. “It was wrong.”

“Because he’s a man?”
My poor boy. So confused.
She could see it in his eyes even as she curled and uncurled her toes to stroke him. “Were you this hard for him?”

Tyler closed his eyes. Drew in a sharp breath before shaking his head. “No.”

Liar.
But she wouldn’t toss the accusation in his face, not when this was the very thing that had pushed him so far over the edge. This was more than curiosity—which she could have handled easily enough with another male sub if Tyler’s friendship with Luke made it too awkward. Raif’s last words to her had things all tangled up, and she couldn’t control him as she could a boy of her choice. Tyler had never had a male lover, and Raif had made it clear he wasn’t one to seduce straight men.

Ramos had once enjoyed doing so, but he was out of the game. She knew other men who liked the challenge, only none she trusted with her boy. The care Raif had shown Tyler went a long way in earning her trust. And she had a feeling Tyler was attracted to him.

And fighting that attraction very, very hard. She encouraged her subs to experience every kind of pleasure she could offer them. Found a way to work it in to play when she could. Laura wasn’t turned on by men, but she got off on Chicklet’s reaction to seeing her with the ones her Mistress chose.

Maybe Raif could be a temporary addition to the toy bag she used for Tyler. It could also lead to more
; she wouldn’t know until they discussed it. Which would only happen if she could get Tyler beyond his stubborn insistence that he was absolutely straight.

Speaking of toy bags
…
she had an idea. Moving her foot, she straightened and made a vague motion toward her bedroom. “Go fetch your toys, my sweet angel.”

He practically tripped off the chair, tipping it over as his foot caught the leg. Even as the chair hit the ground, his body pressed against hers and his lips grazed her cheek as he whispered
, “Yes, my goddess.”

Fuck, he was bold. She raked her fingers through his hair, loving the soft texture of his curls as she fisted them in her hands. He let out a low growl as she brought his lips to hers and nipped him, careful for the stiches
above his upper lip. Some might think she treated him like a pet, and maybe she did, but he wasn’t like anything so domestic as a puppy. More like a young wolf she’d only partially tamed. He would always be a little wild, ready to be stroked one minute, then run at full speed through life the next. Never the alpha of the pack, but that didn’t make him weak. Knowing that he needed to lick the hand that fed him, the hand that brought him to heel with pain and pleasure and love…

When she saw him with Luke and Scott, it made her feel a little better about getting involved long
-term because their men were doing the same. She released Tyler, jerking her chin to the bedroom, and watching him stride off to do as he was told. Loving anyone who had a wild spirit could be challenging, but it was so worth it in the end. Things never got boring and they kept you young because they took life head-on, never slowing down.

Making them slow down as they rounded the curves was all you could ever do. Tyler was rounding a curve now. Ready to hit the brakes, which would spin him off course. But this time, she had to encourage him to keep his foot on the gas.

And speed onto the next long stretch of road, neither of them knowing where it would go.

* * * *

Tyler snatched the leather sports bag out of Chicklet’s closet, knocking over Laura’s in the process. A zipped plastic bag full of dildos, all different sizes and colors, hit the floor and he quickly picked it up and stuffed it back inside. His face got all hot but not from seeing the big fake dicks. He’d seen them before—even used them on Laura during scenes with her and Chicklet. There was nothing like them in his own bag, which was a very good thing. The muscles in his ass tensed just thinking about his Mistress using one of those big rubber cocks—

The floorboards creaked near the doorway and he spun around, his face growing even hotter as Chicklet gave him one of those slow smiles, telling him she’d guessed what he was thinking.

She came toward him, taking his bag and setting it on the bed. “Bring me Laura’s as well.”

Oh shit!
He really didn’t want to. Actually, he should probably get ready for his meetings. Callahan would kill him if he was late. So would his agent. Fine, he had a few hours, but traffic could be really bad. “Uh, Chicklet, I—”

“Don’t understand what you were told to do?” She hooked her fingers to the front of his
T-shirt and jerked him so close he could taste the mint on her breath. Blood surged into his rapidly swelling cock, leaving his brain without enough to remember where he’d wanted to go. Or why.

He didn’t forget what Chicklet wanted him to do though. He swallowed and nodded. “Get the bag.”

“Yes.” She released his collar and sat on the edge of the bed as he went to fetch Laura’s bag. As she went through the array of toys, he stood in front of her, trying to keep his eyes off the things she was taking out. A quick glance and all he saw were long black boxes. She stood before he could make out the pictures on the side. Her hand pressed against his cheek so he looked at her instead. “Take your clothes off, Tyler. And don’t look so worried. We will renegotiate, but I haven’t forgotten your limits.”

Renegotiate?
The heat in his cheeks receded as he pulled his shirt up over his head. He let it fall to the floor between them. Undid his belt, hissing in a breath as Chicklet drew her nails down his chest with just enough pressure to leave light red marks on his flesh. Her hand wrapped around his throbbing cock as soon as he lowered his jeans. He managed to kick them off without shifting her grip.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, my angel, you know that?” Chicklet gently stroked him, moving closer so her small breast
s pressed against his chest. Her nipples were erect under her tank top, and he wished she’d take off the shirt so he could feel them on his skin. She knew how much he loved her breasts, so she would let him enjoy them if he made her happy.

But that wasn’t the only reason he wanted to make her happy. Every time he pleased her
, all the messed up parts of his head shut up and the doubts were gone. He didn’t think he was anything special to look at, not like the other men who were all big muscles and rough, manly features. But the way she touched him, her hot gaze sliding over every inch of him so possessively, told him he was absolutely perfect to her.

She was his everything, the only person he’d ever been sure of in his life. His breaths slowed as his Mistress’s hand slipped from his dick and she walked around him, trailing her fingertip up his arm, across his shoulders, her lips following the path of her finger. A shiver passed through him as she kissed the nape of his neck and smoothed her hands down his back.

Her hands covered his ass and she squeezed, digging her nails in so hard he had to clench his jaw to keep from gasping. He wasn’t big on pain, but he wasn’t a complete wimp either.

“There was nothing sexual to your scene with Raif, was there?”

The question threw him off-balance. His dick was already so fucking hard it hurt, and his breathing wasn’t quite so steady anymore as a bead of precum leaked from the tip. He quickly shook his head, not sure he could manage actual words.

“So he didn’t touch you? It’s good that I thanked him for you then.” Her tone was light, as though they were talking about his play during the Cobras
’ last game. But what was she saying? He waited for her to clarify. “I’m not sure me sucking his cock and leaving him unsatisfied was sufficient though, considering what happened after. It was intended as both a warning and an invitation. I think I owe him an apology.”

“You don’t—you can’t!” He couldn’t find the right way to say what he meant. The idea of his Mistress on her knees for Raif? Wrong, so very fucking wrong. He fisted his hands at his sides, seeing Raif kissing Pearce, the image of Chicklet gazing up at Raif replacing it and making him shake with rage. Not because he was jealous. He didn’t tell Chicklet what she could or couldn’t do. He just couldn’t stand the idea of her submitting to
anyone
. Her hard stare had him trying his best to explain. “No one can take your control, Mistress. Please don’t give it up for me, not even for a second. If anyone owes him anything, it’s me.”

“I don’t think there’s anything you could give him that he’d want, my boy.” Chicklet still had a hard grip on his ass. She massaged the tight muscles, mingling a rough pleasure with t
he pain of her nails digging into his skin. “But don’t worry, I didn’t give him any control.” She let out a soft laugh. “I did enjoy taking his though.”

Tyler wasn’t sure what she meant. He couldn’t see Raif giving up control any more than he wanted to see Chicklet doing so. If she said she hadn’t though, then she hadn’t. That was all that mattered.

“Anyway, back to our negotiations. Face the bed and put your hands on the mattress.” With a sharp smack on his ass, Chicklet stepped away and went to grab the boxes off the bed.

He watched her, then forced himself to follow her instruction
s without telling her how much he hated this position. He’d only ever been in this position for impact play, but unless it was for punishment, she usually had him so turned on he didn’t care what she did to him. He had a bad feeling about this.

Her steady steps moved around the room. The curtains were thrown open and the glaring sun reminded him why drinking was such a bad idea no matter how much fun he had while throwing back the hard stuff. Tylenol had lessened the painful throb to a dull ache, but not enough to let him forget how stupid he’d been.

“It’s been, what, about two years since we had this discussion?” Chicklet asked as she plugged something into the wall outlet beside the bed. “Head down, boy.”

Staring at the silver design in the crimson microfiber comforter covering the bed, Tyler lifted his shoulders in a stiff shrug. “Guess so. But we were sitting at a table and you were writing stuff down then.”

His own defensive tone surprised him. He moved to lift his head, but Chicklet’s hand pressed gently against it, keeping him in place. “I have no problem putting this in writing if you need it, Tyler.”

“I don’t. I’m sorry, I’m not sure why I said that.”

“Because you’re feeling exposed and you don’t know what I’m planning. I’ll let you know if your uncertainty verges on rudeness, don’t worry.” She ran her hand up and down his spine. “Try to relax.”

“Be easier if I knew what you were gonna do to me.” Tyler bit the inside of his cheek as her hand drifted down, between his legs. She cupped his balls and he pressed his eyes shut. Wouldn’t take much for him to come, no matter how
“uncertain” he was. His dick twitched as she closed her hand around his nutsack. The rest of him went perfectly still.

He was always real polite, if not completely silent, when Chicklet had a firm grip on his balls.

Still can’t relax.
He didn’t know a man that could, restrained like this. Ropes wouldn’t be more effective.

“Penetration is on your hard limits, along with blood
play, needle play, and…” She cleared her throat, her voice hinting at amusement. “Any kind play that’s ‘like bathroom stuff.’”

“Yeah. None of that’s changed.”

She didn’t seem to hear him. “My hard limits included some of those, and some things you’d never even heard of at the time.”

Sounds good. I’m liking the status quo.
His heart was pounding because he wasn’t an idiot. If he let himself think about it, he could figure out what she’d consider changing. But he released a strangled laugh. “I get it. I got my nipples pierced, so maybe we could try…”

He couldn’t even say it. Not even jokingly like he’d planned to.

She chuckled, rolling his balls in her hand. “What could we try, my angel? Say it.”

He shook his head.

Her grip tightened.

“I was kidding. I’ve seen it at the club and—”

“
It
?”