Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
“You can use your words if you want this to end,” Dylan reminded him.
The determined look in his employee’s eyes assured Dylan that he would not be hearing the phrase “peanut butter.” While he was damn sure, if given the chance, Dylan could break the man, that wasn’t on the agenda.
Driving his hands into Ford’s hair, Dylan used it to rip his head back, stretching his neck to the point of straining.
“Be a good boy and open up,” Dylan ordered more softly this time.
A low groan escaped Ford when he heard the praise. His eyelids slid closed the same time his mouth opened.
With a whispered, “That’s a good boy,” Dylan shoved his cock inside.
He had to force himself to keep his own eyes open because, damn, it had been too long since he’d gotten head from anyone. In real life, anyway. He’d fantasized fucking this man’s face every night since that kiss in the run-in shed. Only, it was now a reality.
Despite that, he had no plans on finishing in Ford’s mouth. Though, he had a feeling Ford would prefer that over Dylan’s next destination.
He thrust his hips slowly at first, letting Ford adjust to his length and girth. But the urge to go deeper and faster clawed at his insides.
He hadn’t had sex with anyone since coming home to Fisher Falls. He’d been too busy working on building and opening the ranch and didn’t want to be distracted. He figured he’d have plenty of opportunities to find a release once the resort opened and was booked full with horny guests. That was, if he couldn’t win back Erin first.
Even so, he didn’t expect to break his long dry spell with the man who helped construct the very structure they were in. The same man currently in a casual relationship with the woman Dylan had planned to pursue.
What a damn mess.
He still had a hard time wrapping his head around the couple wanting him to join them. Maybe not so much Ford, but Erin…
So surprising and unexpected.
When he glanced down to see Ford watching him intently, his hips stuttered and he lost his rhythm. He quickly recovered and continued.
He should really give the guy an alternate way to tap out since his mouth was full. Especially since his hands were bound, too.
Shit.
When he pulled out, a string of saliva bridged the gap between Dylan’s cock and Ford’s lips. Dylan gathered the spit, using it as lube to stroke his hard-on.
“Since you’re in this position, unable to use your words or your hands, what method of tapping out do you prefer?”
Since Ford’s attention was pulled to Dylan’s hand sliding methodically from tip to root, he sounded distracted when he answered, “I already told you that I don’t need one. However, a clear sign would be me biting you.”
Dylan winced. “And if you had, you would’ve been punished for that.” Once he picked himself up off the ground.
“I would’ve taken my chances.”
That answer ensured Dylan would be keeping his cock out of Ford’s mouth for the rest of the session.
Oh yeah. The man could be arrogant, even strapped down to the spanking bench and in a helpless position.
If Ford was a submissive, he would be labeled as a brat. But it was damn clear he took the dominant role in his encounters.
The same as Dylan.
Normally, that could be a problem, but not today. Today, Ford was at Dylan’s mercy, and he put himself in that position willingly. He had every opportunity to walk out of that room before getting undressed, but he stayed because he was trying to win Dylan over.
That wouldn’t be an easy win.
Dylan snagged the discarded nipple clamps off a nearby table next and showed them to Ford. “Lift up so I can put these on.”
“Boss…”
The attached chain jingled as he bounced the metal clamps in his palm. “These should be the least of your worries. Especially if you normally don’t bottom.”
“It’s been—”
“Save it. I don’t care how long it’s been.”
With a mumbled curse, Ford arched his back, giving Dylan access to his chest. He attached one clamp to a tightly beaded nipple, draped the chain over the man’s broad back, in case he wanted to tug on them like Ford had with Erin, then attached the other one.
Ford only grimaced for a second or two. When his expression changed to ecstasy, Dylan figured the endorphins were kicking in.
Dylan took in the flesh pinched between the rubber-coated crocodile-type clips and smiled. He flicked the exposed dark pink tip before combing his fingers through Ford’s hair as a reward. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Ford grunted in answer.
“Whatever you do to Erin, you should be able to handle, as well, isn’t that right?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Boss.”
Chapter Fifteen
“Good boy,” Dylan whispered as he moved to the other end of the bench, petting Ford’s back and ass as he went. “Seeing you like this makes my cock ache to be inside you. Is that what you want?”