Page 33 of Gladiator's Bite

“Asshole.”

“Well, yep. That’s where the next example goes,” I winked at him. “Try to relax. It makes everything easier.”

I crossed the room and squatted down in the dark to rummage around his bag again. At this angle, I hoped the candlelight gave the impression that I was carefully considering each piece he packed away and sent his mind reeling.

Across the room, Selt’s heartbeat pounded.

“Teddy?” he called out.

“I’m still here,” I said.

His heartbeat slowed to a normal if aroused rhythm. He had to know I couldn’t actually hurt him. There was a whole purple district of dragons ready to draw and quarter me if I did anything he didn’t consent to.

“He doesn’t trust his flight,”my dragon whispered.

Shit! My inner beast was probably right.

“Do you like the blue or green one to start better, Selt?” I asked, using his name to ensure his attention stayed on me. Besides, most people enjoyed hearing their name when someone was playing or about to play with their bits.

“The green one,” he said and added on, “please.”

“The green one it is,” I said, pushing myself upright and bringing the lube and the sorta little green plug back with me.

As soon as I reentered his line of sight, Selt didn’t take his eyes off me.

“You do know that I’m really not going to leave you tied up and run off, right?” I asked. “That hasn’t happened to you, has it?”

“This is the purple district. Of course, it hasn’t.”

“Somewhere else?”

“Sometimes the guys say a party is at one place but it’s really at another. They think it’s funny,” he rolled his eyes.

“That’s bullshit. That’s total bullshit on their part. Don’t get me wrong. If you treat them like you treated Laken I’m not sure they should invite you at all but they don’t have to be jackasses about it. You need therapy. They need – Well, probably a swift kick in the ass but you didn’t hear that from me.”

I snapped open the lube bottle and Selt’s eyes grew.

“You good?” I asked him, holding up the bottle.

“Yeah,” he nodded and wiggled his hips around adjusting his position as much as he could.

“Comfortable enough?”

“I’m good,” he nodded.

“Good. Want to know something about me that will probably put your mind at ease about me running off?” I asked him.

“Sure.”

“I have this thing. It’s all in my head but I cannot cum unless whoever I’m playing with cums first.”

“How does masturbation work out for you?” he chuckled.

“Well because I don’t have to worry about someone else’s hangups meaning I can’t cum,” I shrugged and made a show of coating my fingers in lube before drizzling some on his exposed hole.

Selt bit his lip.

“You thinking about me stroking my cock right now?” I asked and he blushed again. “If you weren’t before, you are now.”