Pushing Connor (The Dungeon #4)(12)

Wesley moaned and swayed. With his free hand, Connor took one of Wesley’s nipples and gave it a squeeze. Wesley leaned in, pushing into the touch. When the pain disappeared, Wesley moaned his disapproval.

“So?”

The question hung between them, and Wesley stared at Connor in confusion. Taking pity on him, Connor rephrased it.

“What do you want?”

“You, Sir.”

Connor pulled his fingers free, the waistband releasing against Wesley’s flesh. “You have me. What else?”

Wesley dry-swallowed, searching Connor’s face. Connor stared back, silently waiting for Wesley’s answer.

“I want you to hurt me.”

The ghost of a smile fluttered across Connor’s lips, before his eyes turned to stone. “Hurt you? You’ll have to be more specific. I don’t want to see you hurting.”

“I want to feel pain. Sexual pain.”

Connor’s hand snaked up to cup Wesley’s junk and gave it a little squeeze. Wesley rose on the balls of his feet, eyes going wide at the suddenness of the action.

“Pain like this?”

Wesley shook his head, unable to speak. When Connor decreased the hold a notch, Wesley exhaled a long breath and returned to standing on his soles.

“No, Sir.”

“What then? Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to dominate me. I want you to tie me down. I want to feel it in your power. I want the pain, and the pleasure.”

“Pleasure? Only if you’re a good boy.” Connor stepped closer, their chests almost touching. “Tell me, love. Are you a good boy?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Very well. You shall have what you want.”

Wesley bit his lower lip to stop himself from voicing his excitement at the promise.

“Go to the bedroom and wait for me there. By the bed. But first, put out one of the candles. Bring the other.”

Wesley jumped to extinguish the candle closest to him and reached for the other. Before he could touch it, he hesitated.

“Speak.”

“May I cover the roast, Sir?”

The laughter bubbling from Connor made Wesley smile too.

“You may.”

Wesley circled the table, took the lid from the counter, and covered the tray. When he was satisfied, he grabbed the remaining candle and headed for the bedroom.

***

Connor followed him at a more sedated step, arriving after Wesley had taken up position as instructed. Without a word, he went to the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

Resting his hands on the sink, he stared at his reflection. There were dark circles beneath his eyes, and he could feel the exhaustion of the day.

The previous night had been sleepless, and that had taken a higher toll than he wanted to admit. The work day, while long, wouldn’t have been as difficult if he hadn’t been tired to begin with. At least he’d managed to put Matthew out of his mind and had gone through his sessions without a glitch.

At the thought of Matthew, he tensed. No, Matthew wasn’t out if his mind. He was very much still there, though not in a romantic kind of way. Connor’s reaction toward Matthew’s submission scared him. It was more than he’d expected himself to be able to dish out. It was like he didn’t recognize himself. It wasn’t as if Matthew pushed him. On the contrary, he was silent and obedient. But something in him made Connor ask for more. And, damn it, he hated himself for that.

Now Wesley needed him, and Connor wanted to give him what he asked for. He had seen the hunger on Wesley’s face when he’d asked for pain. He’d made such great progress embracing his submissive side, Connor had to admire him. So, he couldn’t deny him such a request.

His cock thickened at the thought of Wesley, palms tingling with the need to touch.

He put away his thoughts and stripped as he ran the shower. He stepped under the hot water, letting it work the kinks out of his muscles. When done, he wrapped a towel around his hips and walked in the bedroom.

As expected, Wesley was waiting for him, standing at the foot of the bed, holding the candle. His eyes didn’t waver, not even when he heard Connor entering the room; he remained staring straight ahead.

“You can set it down.”

Wesley looked around, as if to search for the best place, before settling on the nightstand.

“Bring me the toy chest. Set it on the bed.”

Once he had opened it, Wesley stepped back into position.

“Pick one.”

“Sir?”

“Any one.”

It was clear that Wesley wanted more precise instructions, but Connor refused to give them. Wesley worried at his lower lip while trying to decide. He picked up a paddle and presented it to Connor.

Connor’s eyebrow quirked at the choice, but he didn’t address it. “Put it on the bed.”

Then it was Connor’s turn to peruse the chest’s contents. He took his time, weighing the pros and cons for each toy. Finally, he settled on a collar and a cock ring.

The collar was something they hadn’t experienced before, and hadn’t really discussed, but he wanted to see Wesley’s reaction to it. The ring was because he wanted to see Wesley squirm.

He showed Wesley the items, watching his eyes go wide at the sight of them. Taking the collar, he held it up for Wesley to see. “This is for tonight only.”