The Shark Who Rode a Seahorse (7 page)

Skylar suddenly seemed emboldened and got up. His hands were frantic on Byron’s shirt and pants. Byron’s fears dwindled to a distant part of his mind. Impatient, he pushed his lover away and, in a few brisk motions, got rid of his clothes.

Instantly, he heard Skylar gasp, and his doubts returned full force.

“God… Byron, you… Oh, Jesus…”

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Byron’s heart fell, and he tried to cover his genitals. It was a futile effort since Skylar had already seen his two penises. “You don’t have to touch them or anything. We can do other stuff.”

In the wild, it was completely common for sharks to have two cocks, well, two claspers. However, for shark-shifters, the characteristic didn’t really pass on. It was just another thing that separated him from all the others. He couldn’t fault Skylar for freaking out.

Skylar gave him an almost angry look and, to Byron’s surprise, slapped his hand away. “Are you kidding me? No way.”

His tinier hand wrapped around the base of Byron’s genitals. It couldn’t completely surround Byron’s two dicks, but simply that touch drove Byron wild with lust. “Oh, God, Skylar… Sweetheart, I need you.”

Skylar’s eyes were wide and innocent as he looked at Byron. He seemed tentative and a bit confused. “I’m not really sure what to do,”

he admitted.

“Whatever you want, Skylar.” Byron caressed his lover’s golden hair. “Let’s just get in the water for starters.”

He took Skylar’s hand, and they gently stepped into the pool.

Since sharks were, as a rule, cold blooded and Byron was no exception, he kept the water pleasantly warm. Skylar seemed to approve with the choice as he released a pleased hum-pop.

“I really love being in the water,” Skylar confessed.

“Me too, but especially with you.”

Byron pulled the seahorse close and buried his face in Skylar’s hair. “I want you so much you can’t imagine. Just tell me if you change your mind about any of this.”

He was going so very fast tonight, especially since Skylar had been dancing around the issue for the past week or so. He had planned to push Skylar’s hand a bit, but not to force the seahorse into something he didn’t want.

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“I’m fine.” Skylar laughed a little. “Better than I’ve been for the past days. Thank you.”

Byron felt relieved. He’d gathered that the seahorse’s fears hadn’t disappeared. It was impossible for it to happen so soon. But at the same time, he knew the best way for Skylar to work through them was with someone by his side, someone who could be his rock.

Skylar might love his parents greatly, and Byron had his own share of respect for the seahorse couple, but they couldn’t offer Skylar that kind of support. Most of Skylar’s friends, with the exception of Nicolas, now lived away from LA, and had their own lives. Byron, however, could provide that strength Skylar needed.

Still in the water, Skylar wrapped his legs around Byron’s waist.

The change in position effectively brought Byron’s erections in contact with Skylar’s crease. It was both heaven and hell at the same time, the pleasure he experienced at that simple touch better than he’d felt in full out scenes with some of his subs.

God, he simply couldn’t resist. In a flash of motion, he switched their places and pushed Skylar against the wall of the pool.

Unfortunately, the modification made it so that Byron couldn’t see Skylar’s sweet eyes, but he had every intention to fix the problem before they actually had intercourse. Besides, water wasn’t a very good lubricant, and Byron had no intention of fucking Skylar without adequate preparation.

For the moment, he held Skylar down, loving the simple feel of having the seahorse at his mercy. Spreading Skylar’s legs, he thrust his twin cocks between his lover’s thighs. The friction and the contact with Skylar’s delicate skin might have broken the control of another man. It was just too good. But Byron held onto his control, even if his beast yearned for release and copulation. He held onto it because unlike many other people, he knew that pleasure was like revenge. Its value increased if drawn out, taken slowly, and fully enjoyed. Skylar meant too much to him, and Byron would not rush through this.

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At the same time, Byron had looked into Skylar’s past and he suspected Skylar was a virgin. It unsettled him greatly and contributed to his past decision of not pursuing a relationship with Skylar. Men and women with experience had trouble taking Byron’s cocks. He couldn’t exactly use only one, since the two appendices joined together during copulation, just like in nature. For Skylar, accepting them would be next to impossible. He wanted to be inside Skylar, God how he wanted it, but before that happened, he would do his utmost to make sure Skylar would not be hurt.

Currently, though, Skylar seemed to be enjoying this very much.

His testicles made contact to the heads of Byron’s pricks, and even if the touch was innocent compared to other things Byron had done, it still felt amazing. Skylar arched against him and pushed his ass back, spreading his legs wider. Byron reached for his lover’s cock and massaged Skylar’s prick as he continued to thrust between Skylar’s smooth thighs. God, even if this was all they ever got to do, it went beyond all the kinks Byron had tested on other people, simply because he was with Skylar.

Given the arousal that had been simmering inside him, it didn’t take long for him to approach climax. Barely managing to suppress the urge to dig his sharp teeth into Skylar’s skin, Byron found his peak, with Skylar following mere moments after. Byron turned Skylar around and stared into the seahorse’s eyes. Skylar simply smiled and gave him a content look, and Byron couldn’t help but lean in for a brief kiss.

The beast inside him felt ravenous. Sharks were known for their voraciousness, after all, and now that he’d had a sample of Skylar, Byron needed more.

He broke the kiss and murmured against Skylar’s lips, “What do you say we take this to my bedroom?”

Skylar nodded, his gorgeous eyes still glazed over with lust. “I’d like that,” he croaked out.

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Byron grabbed his lover in his arms and walked out of the pool.

Leaving the swimming area didn’t present a problem, since it was built with a direct entrance to the main house. He didn’t bother with clothing, either. He’d just have to take it off again, and it would be a pain and a delay to being closer to Skylar.

However, Skylar seemed a bit reluctant to walk around in the buff.

“What about your staff? What will they say?”

“Nothing,” Byron replied. “They know to stay out of my way when I’m home with someone.”

It was true. Byron paid the men and women who worked for him well, and in exchange, they catered to his every whim, no matter how peculiar. They’d learned to fear him and to anticipate what he wanted and needed.

Skylar didn’t look convinced, so Byron grabbed his jacket and draped it over his lover’s body for modesty. Truthfully, he didn’t want to take any chance in having someone see Skylar’s nudity. He couldn’t guarantee his reaction wouldn’t leave behind a bloody mess.

However, he didn’t put on his own clothing. Even if he felt apprehensive about someone seeing his genitals, he was in his own home and his people knew better than to disturb him during his romps.

They left the covered swimming pool and entered the main house.

As Byron expected, there was no one around. The lights turned on as he walked through the hallways, and for about a second, Byron considered showing Skylar around some more. It didn’t take long for him to decide against it and he headed upstairs instead.

His bedroom had suffered through a lot of modifications. Not only had he tied it in with the office he’d turned into a dungeon, but he’d torn apart the wall between the adjoining guest room and made the entire master suite larger. After all, he was a big man. He needed his space.

Even so, the only thing he really used in the place was the big king-size bed. A gorgeous, antique four-poster, it had a wrought iron
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headboard which could be put to a very interesting use by creative and, yes, kinky minds.

Byron dumped his lover on the mattress. As the jacket slid off Skylar, he took in the sight of Skylar’s nude body with greedy eyes.

Just looking at the seahorse made him as hard as a rock. “Wait here, sweetheart,” he said, while contemplating his options. He didn’t think Skylar was ready for the dungeon, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t play around a bit.

* * * *

Skylar watched his lover disappear through a side door. Curiosity stirred inside him, adding to the arousal still lingering inside him.

Simply the memory of Byron’s two penises made him shudder with delight.

God, he couldn’t wait to have them inside him. It might not be easy at first, he knew that, but at the same time, he was sure Byron wouldn’t do anything to really hurt him.

When Byron didn’t immediately return, Skylar considered Byron’s order and decided to go against it. He didn’t want to be alone, not for a single second. Being in this huge bedroom on his own felt strange. Not only that, but with every second he spent apart from Byron, his need for the man grew to an almost painful intensity. He needed to be by the shark’s side.

He slipped off the bed, tripping when the four-poster turned out to be higher than he’d thought. Grumbling to himself, he followed in Byron’s tracks and peeked through the cracked-open door.

His eyes widened at what he saw. The place seemed a dungeon of sorts. If they were windows, they had been covered. Everywhere he looked, there were racks, X-crosses, or hooks that seemed meant to have people dangling from them.

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The door opened wider, and Skylar stumbled inside. He looked up at Byron, who stood in front of him, an eyebrow raised. “I thought I told you to stay in bed,” Byron said.

Skylar gulped. “I… I… I was curious.”

“Were you?” Byron’s gaze had gained that piercing, daggerlike quality again. “And did you satisfy your curiosity?”

Once more, the answer was complex, so Skylar preferred to keep silent. “Answer the question, Skylar,” Byron ordered.

“I’m… not sure,” Skylar replied. “I…”

If he wanted to be honest, simply looking at those items made him wonder what it would feel like to be restrained and completely under Byron’s control. He’d experienced a brief sample in the swimming pool, when Byron held him down while thrusting between his thighs and back at the elder werewolf’s house, too, but this would be different, so very different.

And that difference, as well as the still haunting memory of Rick, kept him from finding the right answer. He hated himself for being such a disappointment, but truly, he couldn’t understand himself anymore.

“Skylar, come here,” Byron ordered.

Skylar went, Byron’s voice once more executing an inexorable pull Skylar couldn’t hope to resist. “I didn’t intend to show you this today, but your curiosity changed my mind,” Byron said as he took Skylar’s hand. With a gentleness that belied his size, he pulled Skylar toward one of the racks.

Skylar was like putty in Byron’s arms, and he allowed the shark to maneuver him as needed on the odd bench. He ended up facedown on the rack, his arms and legs on each side of it and his cock rubbing against the strikingly soft padding material. Byron caressed the curve of his back, all the way to his buttocks. “You disobeyed me, little seahorse,” he whispered, his voice full of gravel. “You know you deserve to be punished.”

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A heavy slap fell on Skylar’s right cheek, and Skylar bit his lip to prevent himself from crying out. Just like one week back, the pain mingled with the pleasure, pooling into his already throbbing prick.

“Isn’t that right?”

Another slap fell on his other cheek. Skylar moaned and barely manage to cry out, “Yes… Sir.”

He didn’t know what had made him say that, but the following caress told him it had been the right thing to say. “I was right about you,” Byron murmured, almost to himself. “You’re a natural at this.”

Skylar couldn’t help a shudder at the praise. He had to struggle for focus when Byron continued to speak, “Now, Skylar, listen to me.

Here’s how it’s going to work. When we’re together like this, I’m in charge, but you draw all the lines. Pick a word, something that doesn’t come up in bed play.”

“A word?” Skylar didn’t really follow the explanation. “What for, Sir?”

Byron came to stand in front of him. “When I do something you dislike, you’ll say that word and I stop.”

Skylar looked up at his lover. “Why can’t I just say no?”

“Because sometimes, when people say no, they mean yes,” Byron replied patiently. “Now, pick a word.”

Skylar fought to find something, but his mind was a blur. Finally, he managed to recall the earlier dinner and said, “Shrimp.”

Byron chuckled. “All right, Skylar. So ‘shrimp’ will be your equivalent for ‘no’ during our scenes, when I’m in charge.”

Skylar nodded, and Byron passed a finger over his lips. “You will obey me in everything. When I give you an order, you reply with

‘yes, sir,’ unless explicitly stated otherwise. You’re not allowed to come unless I tell you to. And remember, you can always use your word if things get too hard, at which point the scene stops. Do you understand, Skylar?”

Skylar almost nodded again, but then remembered what Byron had just said. “Yes, Sir,” he stammered out.

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“Excellent.” Byron seemed pleased. “Now just relax, and remember I’m here with you. You’re safe.” His expression sobered and his entire demeanor changed from kind to almost predatory.

“Remain in that position, little seahorse. Don’t move a muscle.”

Skylar remained still, just like he’d been told. With slow motions, Byron went around the bench, binding him down. Skylar took a couple of deep breaths and struggled against the anxiety he felt at being restrained. Having Byron hold him down was very different than feeling the manacles around his limbs. Even if padded, they felt unfamiliar and the sensation brought renewed disquiet.