“Wait!” Lucius tried to use his cop tone,
even put a hand up in his patented hold-it-right-there-douchebag
gesture, but couldn’t stop both hand and voice from wavering slightly. “Wait,
wait, wait, wait.”
The other man ignored him, strutting closer
with the butt-twitching walk that first attracted Lucius’s attention, made his
heart jerk and cock pound. Runway models spent years perfecting that kind of
stride, and few did it as well as this man. Especially wearing boots with heels
even a porn star would balk at putting on for a photo shoot, or dressed in
skinny jeans so tight Lucius suspected one wrong move might cause castration.
Not that there was anything at all wrong
with the way Jace Artemis was dressed…or partially dressed, at this point. The
jeans and boots were all the other man was still wearing, having taken off his
pink-rimmed glasses and paisley angora sweater on first entering the white-on-white-on-white
bedroom.
Seeing the other man’s slender, tanned back
emerge from beneath the kitten-soft top, imagining the sweet, tight little ass
still to be revealed, had distracted Lucius from noticing what the other man
was doing at the antique mahogany wardrobe. All he could think about was
bending the lean, blond-haired Jace face-down over the nearest conveniently
situated piece of furniture. Spanking him ’til his ass was red-hot to match the
lust rocketing through Lucius’s veins and Jace was begging him to play
hide-the-sausage.
Maybe he’d let the other man blow his wad.
Maybe he’d make him wait all night before he allowed it. The handcuffs, in a
pouch attached to his belt, would come in handy and no doubt the fashionable
Jace had a plethora of silk ties, which could be used to secure any loose ends.
Lost in the fantasy, it had taken an effort
to strike his Dom pose—hands on hips, feet apart—and put on his game face. But
he wanted tonight to be perfect, so he got into King-of-the-Hill, Lord-of-All-I-Survey
mode, just as Jace turned around.
Seeing the flogger in the other man’s hand
took Lucius aback, but only for a moment, as it sunk in that he just might have
died and gone to heaven. His new sub came complete with kit! But when Jace
whisked the leather thongs through the air, Lucius recognized something he
wasn’t prepared for—cold, hard intent and a wealth of experience. Not with
surrendering, taking his punishment like a good little sub, but with dishing it
the fuck out.
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