Bad Behavior (Bad in Baltimore) (9 page)

Tai pulled his hips back and rested his hand over David’s throat. “Then listen to me. You’re mine. That’s all you need to know right now. You belong to me.” He moved his thumb across David’s lips. “Your mouth, your throat. Mine. And if I want to fuck them, I will.” A swallow convulsed against his palm. “And you’ll take it.”

David nodded as much as he could.

“Tilt your head back. Let the breath out through your mouth.” The hot exhale blew across the wet skin of Tai’s dick, and he shivered. “Now, in through your nose.”

As David inhaled, Tai started with slow, short strokes. David didn’t tense, allowing Tai’s hands to pull him on and off, deeper and deeper. One tight gasp and then a shudder, David’s throat working him for an instant, and damn if that wasn’t sweeter than if he had all that tight heat wrapped around him.

“Good boy.” Tai rubbed his fingers on the back of David’s neck.

It got sloppy from there, but Tai kept his hips in check, letting the tight ring of David’s lips and the wild flick of his tongue send the tension snaking through his balls, waiting for that last bit of pressure, the one that would put him over the edge. He made a deeper stroke, felt David sputter and that was it.

“Oh fuck.” Tai dragged his cock out and finished the ride with the tight squeeze of his hand, painting David’s face and neck and chest with long creamy strings.

Tai’s body gave a couple more jerks though his balls were wrung dry, still riding out the electric jolts of pleasure from the sight of his come across David’s cheeks. Tai swiped at it with his fingers, then shoved them past David’s lips, onto his tongue. He sucked and then lapped the fingers clean.

Dropping to his knees in front of David, Tai kissed his swollen lips, licking the bitter salt back out of his mouth until it was just them again. One hand slid between them to unclip David’s wrists, and a pained hiss made Tai rear back to check David over.

Nothing wrong he could see, except for a very hard, angry red, wet-tipped cock pressed up against David’s belly.

“The leather…scratched it.”

“Hmm. What should we do about that?”

David groaned. “You could kiss it and make it better.”

The boy had a lot to learn. “Not happening. Spread your knees apart—if it doesn’t hurt your leg.”

David shook his head and put his knees wide apart.

“Looks pretty red. You should be careful not to touch it.”

“Tai—”

Tai had his chin in an instant, thumb firmly on his lips. “When we’re like this, it’s
Sir
. Only
Sir
.”

“Yes, Sir.” David’s voice was rough, but whether it was from a cock battering his throat or how desperate he was to get off, Tai couldn’t tell.

He pulled David in close, rubbing a hand down his back and kissing his neck before murmuring, “You were very good for me, David. What would you like?”

A church organ at full throttle blared a funeral march through the apartment.

“Oh shit. It’s my phone. In my pants. Curfew alarm.”

Ten fifteen, Tai noticed as he scooped out the phone and passed it to David. The dirge stopped after a few notes on the second go-round.

“Curfew. Better get going. Did you get your car out of impound?”

“Useless bastards won’t let me do anything until Monday. I have a rental. A Lexus.” David winced. “It’s a sedan.”

Setting his phone to the side, David resumed the position Tai had assigned him.

“Don’t want you to miss curfew.” Tai handed over the khaki trousers.

“Are you fu—serious?” David blinked. “Uh, Sir.”

“I remember you approving of natural consequences. Welcome to the natural consequence of being on probation and having a curfew.”

David looked down. “I don’t need time for a shower.”

“I didn’t offer you one.” Tai retrieved David’s shirt and cane from the hall.

Dressing looked particularly painful, but David managed, then limped to the door, leaning more heavily on his cane than Tai had ever seen him do.

With one hand on the knob, Tai brushed a kiss across his lips. “I’ll text you in the morning. And, David, don’t jerk off. It’s an order.”

He closed the door on David’s shocked face.

C
hapter Six

B
each hadn’t noticed he was still wearing the cuffs until he tapped in the door-lock code at his apartment. Black leather, buckled around his wrists. The blood flooded back to his aching dick so fast he had to lean on the door or go to his knees. Turning the handle meant the cuff was there again for him to see, and he staggered into his hall, catching himself against the kitchen counter. The gravelly voice.
You’re mine.
The locked grip on his head, cock filling his throat, cutting off his breath. He pressed a hand to his cock to ease the throbbing back a notch, and it only made it worse.

Thank God he hadn’t noticed the cuffs while he was driving, too shocked at being handed his clothes and shoved out the door while sporting a hard-on that could have done duty as a bayonet. The unfamiliar dashboard, nothing preset to his preferences, was another useful distraction. Useful, because if he had noticed his leather-clad wrists, he’d now be explaining why he’d driven head-on into a light pole. He was pretty sure there was no statute about driving under the influence of a killer erection—at least not in Maryland—but he could picture a test for determining the blood ratio between cock and brain.
Sorry, sir, you’re way over the limit for that.

He stroked himself through the thin material of his trousers, twisting his wrist so the bulk of the cuff caressed him on the upstroke. It was like having Tai—Sir there. The unfamiliar touch of it. The sense of being possessed, controlled.

He wasn’t disobeying. Rubbing himself through his pants wasn’t jerking off, no matter how good it felt. With a little squeeze at the top, he put both hands on the counter and studied the cuffs. Tai had said he’d text tomorrow. But it was only polite to let him know Beach had unintentionally left with Tai’s property.

Beach’s pulse pounded high in his chest as he typed out,
I believe I still have something of yours.
After snapping a picture of one of his hands with the cuff around his wrist, he sent that along.

Is that all that’s mine?
Tai shot back immediately.

Beach’s balls tightened and throbbed. He swore they’d twist themselves into a knot in his sac if he didn’t get to unload them soon. One hand on his raw throat, he sent off,
No, Sir.

Good boy.

That rush. That absolute blissful sense of right, of completeness, when Sir had whispered the phrase when Beach had finally managed to control himself enough not to choke on the thick cock.

How do you feel?
Tai’s text came after a minute of silence when the screen had gone blank.

Beach’s half smile was one of his more seductive moves. He wished there was something other than the reflective countertop to appreciate it as he sent back,
Remember what I said about fishing? About hooking something big? I hooked a shark. I’m not sure I’m going to make it, but I love the ride.

When Tai didn’t respond, Beach wondered if Tai had meant the question more literally.
And I’m so hard I think it’s going to fall off.

You’ll live. Remember. No jerking off.

Stripping, climbing into bed and jerking off were all Beach could think about. He suddenly realized how tired he was, but there was no way he’d fall asleep with a boner like this. He carefully peeled off his pants, then tossed his shirt away, wincing as it stuck to some of his chest hair, glued there by come.

He staggered toward his bedroom and put the phone on the nightstand.

His text alert sounded.
David. I expect you to answer me.

He wanted to tell Tai to fuck off. That it was Beach’s dick and he’d jerk it until it was raw if he wanted to. But more than that, he wanted to be back there. Know what else there was to learn about how it felt to let someone take control like that. So he made sullen stabs at the letters on the screen.
Yes, Sir.

Yes, Sir, what?

Yes, Sir. No jerking off.
How the hell would Tai know whether or not he did anyway? The monitor didn’t pick up semen.

Good boy.

Beach stretched out on the bed and stared at his dick.

B
each didn’t know why he dreamed about getting fucked by Tai in Gavin’s boathouse. Something about trying to find someplace and constant interruption from the new passel of friends Gavin had. That was where they ended up. Beach felt the rough wood of the dock under his hands and knees, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was Tai’s cock filling Beach’s ass, a perfect, burning stretch and then thrusts to electrify him from inside out. Tai’s voice, rougher than the weathered wood, “Good. So fucking good for me. Gonna make you come so hard.”

The leather gauntlet on his wrist got in the way as Tai gave Beach a reach around, but he was so close he didn’t care.

“Give it to me. That’s mine too.” Tai poured the words into Beach’s ear like smoke.

And god-fucking-dammit, Beach was awake, his own leather cuff chafing his hard cock as his hips pumped against the mattress.

Don’t jerk off.

It couldn’t count if Beach was asleep, right? People even got away with murder if they were found to be asleep when they did it. He shut his eyes and tried to fall back into that dream, but his body had other plans.

So close. So fucking close.

He wasn’t exactly jerking off, either. His hand wasn’t moving. It was his hips making the friction, the rub against his open palm and the lump of leather. The edge caught him just right, hips working faster and faster and
Oh shit, I’ll buy him another pair of cuffs
was the last thing that went through Beach’s head as the orgasm burst out of his balls. He shook through it. Hard, sharp and over too damned fast. He yanked his hand away and rolled off to the side, dick more sensitive than usual. Damn, he’d needed that, but it would have been so much better if that bossy son of a bitch had actually been up his ass.

It was only ten steps to the bathroom, but the first one he tried with weight on his bad leg almost sent him to the floor. He hop-staggered the rest of the way in, wiped off his junk with a towel and turned on the water for a shower.

When his text alert sounded, he jumped, though there was no one to actually see his guilty expression but the guy in the mirror. What the hell? Beach looked down at the monitor as if it had given him away. Assuming the monitor picked up the heat or his pulse, the new Officer DiPrazi or whatever wouldn’t have called Tai to tell him.

He hopped back to scoop up his phone, then blinked and squinted at the time. Not that Beach was an early riser, but that was usually because he didn’t get to bed before the morning. He’d been out for almost twelve hours.

Got any plans today?

Beach loved the way he could hear Tai’s voice in his texts.

No
—Beach hesitated for a moment—
Sir.

Then get your ass over here.

I haven’t showered.

Thought a guy who was desperate to get off would have other things on his mind, but take your time.

Beach gave a rueful look at his spent cock.
I’ll be right there.

Tai hadn’t posed it as a question, so it wasn’t exactly a lie. And what if he found out? Would it mean some kind of punishment? Beach’s dick ached as a little spurt of blood tried to revive it.

T
wo hours at the dog park had Jez’s tongue lolling and her steps dragging. That made one of them. The burst of energy that had Tai up and at the gym by five thirty was still riding him. All he had to do was picture David on his knees, hear the surrender in his gasps, feel him give up his throat, and adrenaline exploded inside like fireworks.

Tai knew Nic would tell him to keep David waiting, that the Dom had to be the one with the self-control to set the early boundaries, but knowing didn’t stop the need. The itch to find out how far this was going to go, if David had had his curiosity satisfied or wanted more.

Given how fast David showed up, Tai was going to go with wanting more.

David leaned heavily on his cane as Tai shut the door behind him. “I’m afraid I’m not— I don’t know the protocol.” David picked at his silky button-down shirt, made an abortive effort to shove that hand in the pocket of his navy shorts and then tucked his cuffed wrist behind his back.

Tai had seen enough of David A. Beauchamp to know unease wasn’t something he was familiar with. That he was willing to let it show made Tai have to take a deep breath to find extra room in his chest for the heat spreading under his ribs.

Before he could answer, David lowered himself to one knee without any of the easy grace he’d shown yesterday. But it wasn’t for Tai.

“Hey, Jez. Who’s a pretty girl?”

Tai released her from her stay, and she trotted forward, accepting David’s pets and rubs with wriggles and licks.

“Yes, you are a very pretty girl. Look at those eyes.”

Jez tilted her head as if she were an actress mugging for the camera, then swung it back at David, catching him on the shoulder hard enough to make him wobble and have to slam a hand against the wall.

Tai stared at the leg David had stretched out in front of him, the scar and the area around it red and tight with swelling. The clench of Tai’s jaw kept back a snap of anger that would have startled Jez. Disappointment kept his frustration to an icy trickle down his spine as he got a rawhide for Jez to keep her occupied. When she was happily gnawing while sprawled on her blanket under the window, Tai hauled David to his feet, steered him into the bedroom and shut the door.

Ignoring the seductive cast the location called up on David’s face, Tai kept his voice low and even.

“The first thing, the very first thing I told you was you’d have to be completely honest with me.” If David couldn’t manage that much, there wasn’t a chance of this working.

“What are you talking about?”

“You told me your leg was fine.”

“It is fine. Well, it was.” David shrugged like that was an excuse.

“You can’t hide pain like that. I have to trust that you’ll tell me if something is hurting you.”

“What about that punishment you told me about?” A deep flush stained David’s throat.

“That’s different. It would never be anything to put you at risk for injury. And I want you to be honest about how that makes you feel too.”

The flush climbed onto David’s face.

“Sit.” Tai pushed him gently onto the bed. “Is there something you need to tell me?”

David shook his head. “My leg is fine. Or it was fine last night. I woke up, and it was sore and swollen. I didn’t lie to you. I haven’t lied to you.” David looked up. “Sir.”

Tai let the moment stretch, reading David’s face, learning what he was willing to show in his eyes.

After a minute David looked down. “This…it’s too…” He swallowed and met Tai’s gaze again, this time with a regretful grin. “I don’t think I
can
lie to you now.”

Tai put a palm on David’s face, and the stubble on his cheek prickled as David leaned into the touch.

Shifting to move a breath away from David’s lips, Tai whispered, “Was that all that was swollen and bothering you when you woke up?”

“No.” David’s voice shook.

God, he was so open, offering himself so sweetly, Tai wanted to put David on a spreader bar and eat that tight ass until he passed out.

“You said you didn’t have time for a shower.” Tai peeled David’s shirt off over his head. It was twice as silky as it looked, but Tai was much more interested in what was underneath.

“Join me.” David pushed to his feet.

“You haven’t seen my shower, but I can watch.”

Tai hoped his eventual coffin was roomier than the shower stall in his apartment, but the close quarters in the rest of the bathroom weren’t bothering him now. He cradled David’s face and kissed him, tugging his lips apart and tickling inside them. David shifted against Tai. With a lurch of guilt, he pulled away. After lowering the toilet lid, Tai helped him sit.

“Sorry. Forgot about your leg.”

“Don’t let that stop you.”

Tai arched his brows and bent to leave wet kisses across David’s pecs, breathing in the sweat and sex smells on his skin. Trailing a palm down David’s arm, Tai stopped at the cuff. He bit back a grin. It was sweet and hot that David had kept them on.

David pulled his arm back. “I can get that.”

Tai held tight. “I put it on you. I’ll take it off.”

David shivered.

Tai reached for the buckle and noticed the crusted white stain. “Anything you want to tell me?”

“No, Sir.”

He snapped off the cuff and held it under David’s nose.

David looked at him and blinked.

“Did you jerk off?”

Despite a guilty grimace, David tried to wriggle off. “Not exactly.”

Tai leaned back. “Spontaneous combustion?”

David shook his head.

“So?”

“I was having a dream. And in the dream, I was close, and then I woke up and—” When David tried to tell the rest of the story to his toes, Tai grabbed his chin and forced him to look up. “And I humped into my hand. Does that count?” David finished.

“What do you think?”

David grinned. “There’s not really a right answer for that, is there?”

“The answer is ‘Yes, Sir.’” He let go of David’s chin.

David swallowed. “So—uh—what happens now?”

He was pushing. No question about it. Tai hadn’t ever met anyone who was more in need of consequences. But unlike most subs, David didn’t understand that need in himself, and it wasn’t something that was part of the power exchange that turned him on. Yet.

“I gave you an order. You disobeyed me.” Tai pulled David’s other arm up and unsnapped the cuff.

David looked down at his wrists and then encircled his left one with his fingers. “I did plan to replace them. After.”

“That’s not what this is about.” Tai slapped the cuffs against his palm.

David watched, face set with a square jaw.

“You can’t buy off a consequence with me.”

David reared back. “I didn’t—”

Tai put his thumb over David’s lips. “Don’t interrupt me. If I ask you a question, you can answer.” With David’s nod, Tai lowered his hand. “You had a taste of this. Enough to know if you like it. Do you want to keep going?”