Page 14 of Lilacs and Leather
“But—”
“I hear tha’ word out your mouth one more time, I will bend you over and turn yer ass red,” I snap.
“Rhett, I can’t,” Lucas gasps, shivering as I bite his neck harder. Not quite enough to break the skin, but enough for it to hurt exactly how he likes.
“You’re mine. Why can’t I have you?” I ask, my tone dangerously calm.
If he is playing the brat, this will be a fun evening.
Lucas pulls away from my mouth, and I look into his eyes. He’s flushed, far more than just a few kisses would cause. He’s breathing hard, and he swallows as I watch.
“Lex, um…. she wasn’t happy when I asked if she and Matty wanted some privacy this morning. You know how they get, sniping at each other to cover up the sexual tension.”
“The point, Lucas. Find it,” I snap, the pulsing hardness in my pants making me impatient.
“Well… she decided that if I was going to make jokes about being… about relieving tension, that um… maybe I needed to—”
“Be left to stew,” I finish for him, my smile growing wide.
Lex and I like to play games, but her methods are far more creative than mine. Luc is bright red, and I can feel him panting against my chest.
I give him a significant look, backing away slightly to let him catch his breath and clear his head a little. He takes several deep breaths before locking his gaze with mine and nodding, a triumphant little smirk crossing his lips for a moment before he can hide it. So, heknewwhat he was doing, then. I keep my face impassive as my plan changes, adjusting to account for this new attitude I see.
“Safe word?” I whisper.
“Red to stop, yellow to slow down,” he replies steadily.
“Very good, pet,” I purr, kissing him deeply.
He moans into my mouth, allowing me to slip my tongue past his lips briefly. He tastes earthy and smokey, unable to hide his longing from me, leaning in to chase my lips as I pull away.
“Show me,” I command, stepping away.
“Right now?” he gapes, eyes going wide.
“I will not repeat myself,” I growl.
He swallows again and moves around me. He shuts off the burner and removes the pan. Then he unbuckles his belt, not looking at me. His scent is turning smokier with every passing moment. His long fingers shake a little as they work, and I throb as I imagine all the things his hands can do. But that would have to be for another day. We are playing a very particular game, and I have a lesson to teach.
“Eyes on me, pet,” I whisper.
He blushes darker and looks up at me through his lashes as he pops the button on his dark jeans, pushing them down along with his boxers. He turns around and bends at the waist, bracing his chest on the island counter. He reaches behind him and spreads his ass. I chuckle to myself, seeing the flared base of a chrome plug nestled between Lucas’s golden cheeks. Just as I had suspected.
“Oh, look at that. How long have you had this in now?” I coo, approaching slowly and admiring the view.
His cock hangs heavily between his legs, hard and leaking pre-cum. I rub a hand soothingly over his lower back as I admire him. His body is beautiful, long flowing lines and lean muscle. His legs are covered in a smattering of coarse, dark hair, and I can see how they shake a little as he holds the position. There are a few tattoos on his legs, the colorful ink swirling in familiar patterns. I know every inch of the beta before me, but it’s always a pleasure and a privilege to touch him.
“Since this morning,” Lucas gasps as my hand slides down and applies gentle pressure on the plug.
“And under strict orders to not take it out, or touch your cock, I assume,” I comment, as if we are discussing the weather.
“I’ve been hard all day, sir. Please,” Lucas groans as I press a little more on the plug.
My cock jumps at his plea. He begs so prettily. I want to push him, take him to the edge and hold him there. But I’m not the only dom Lucas answers to, and if Lex is administering this punishment…
“I don’t know. Lex wouldn’t appreciate me interfering with her plans. I don’t see how this benefits me at all,” I say, drawing out the hesitation.
Lucas stands quickly, and I have to step away to avoid catching the back of his head with my face. He spins and drops to his knees in front of me. The sight of his eyes, pupils blown wide, and face twisted in a hungry grin nearly takes the strength from my legs. He licks his lips, and I purr, cock pushing painfully against my zipper.