STORY EXCERPT

So Riley unlocked the door and pulled it open. Trace stood there in dark jeans and a navy T-shirt. He looked hot, tall, and hard. The man was like chocolate he could just lick up.

Damn, he wanted to do that and so much more. Riley’s body tried to move to Trace, yet Riley gripped the door handle tightly, refusing to allow his feet to make gains. He couldn’t give Trace so much as an inch or he’d be flat on his back in seconds.

Trace moved inside, and Riley moved back as if afraid of having to touch him. And he was. One touch and he might not be able to stop himself from touching him back.

“Good morning, Rye,” Trace said in a voice filled with mild amusement.

Was the man reading his mind? Riley hated to admit it, but he was weak with Trace. His mental shields just wouldn’t stay up to keep the man from spying on his thoughts or feelings. Hell, maybe it wasn’t Trace at all. Maybe he was projecting right into Trace’s mind unconsciously.

“Morning,” he said as coolly as he could make his voice come out. “What are you doing here?”

“Breakfast.” He held up a white bag.

“Breakfast?” He said the word as though breakfast were an alien concept.

“I wanted to surprise you.”

Riley stared at Trace with confusion splashed over his features. “Surprise me?”

“You don’t like surprises?” Trace’s gaze searched his as if trying to ascertain Riley’s true meaning and file it away for future reference.

“Not ones that have you showing up on my doorstep early without any prior invitation.” Riley propped his hands on his hips and glared belligerently.

“Lovers don’t often call before showing up on each other’s doorsteps,” Trace chided, his gaze darkening. “Especially when one is worried since the other didn’t answer his calls last night. Where were you?” He dropped the pastries on the round table next to the door.

Riley made a frustrated sound. “Is the fact that I broke up with you not making a dent in that airy space between your ears?” He poked Trace’s hard chest with one finger as he ventured in a bit closer to him.

Trace frowned. “That’s not an answer.”

Riley’s eyes sparked with anger, and his hands cooled with it. “I’m at liberty to do as I damn well please,” he muttered.

“Don’t try to fuck with my head.” Trace’s tone was icy. Having his soul mate dump him to play with another was unacceptable and over unless Trace approved of the man.

“It’s none of your business who I did after I left you,” he threw back.

Trace’s eyes hardened. “Did you let him fuck you after you had me?” He would kill the guy and give Riley the flogging of his life if he felt another’s energy on Riley.

“So what if I did?” Riley demanded coldly. “I can screw two men at once if I want,” he taunted. He leaned closer to Trace, getting in his face.

“Not another damn word,” he growled in a tone that vibrated with rage.

“Or what?” Riley snapped back frigidly.

The sound that tore from Trace was a cross between a growl and a snarl. It was kind of sexy, but Riley sensed the danger as Trace’s heavy, fiery energy poured over his mental body. That’s when he knew he was in trouble. Trace had never violated his energetic space. It was rude and akin to touching a stranger without permission. That he did it now was a sign that he thought of Riley as his in some way.

Riley retreated, and Trace stalked him until he backed into the wall. Trace pressed his bigger body against him. Trace’s heat spilled into his skin and fire ignited in his blood. His breath caught.

A slight hint of mockery danced in Trace’s eyes. “You didn’t think it was going to be that easy, did you, baby?” he asked in a deceptively gentle tone.

“Trace.” His name was a plea. He knew if he didn’t stand his ground here and now, there was no way out until this fire of a fling burned out.

Trace stroked his knuckles over the smooth skin of Riley’s jaw. “You’re so hard and wanting,” he murmured. “I guess this other man wasn’t all that.”

His jaw tightened, but Riley knew he wasn’t going to be able to fight this. Trace’s need was powerful and infectious. Riley’s body was burning up inside, his nipples were tight, and his cock was hard and leaking pre-cum. Gods knew his body wanted Trace to make him come hard and scream loud.

“Let me go.”

ADULT EXCERPT

Trace hit him one last time then reached for the whip. He brought the whip ribbons down lightly on his ass. “You’ve been craving this for too long, haven’t you, baby?” Trace murmured. He delivered two stinging strikes.

Riley panted as pleasure ricocheted through him. The flesh of his butt burned, but each strike went straight to his cock, making it pulse and throb.

“That’s good,” he said on a groan. The stinging was like a tongue’s lick over his skin, a suck at his nipples. His balls got tighter. There was nothing like that edge of pain to excite him.

Trace soothed a hand over his rear and then he brought the whip down on the fleshy part of Riley’s rounded ass, and sparks of pleasure danced over his nerve endings. His nipples beaded harder, and hunger ate at him. It was a carnal flame that whipped the fire in his blood into an inferno. The next strike was like a lover’s caress. It went straight to his anus, heating it, awakening the bundles of nerves there.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed as heat became a conflagration burning out of control. Between his thighs, his dick jutted out, impossibly hard and pulsing out the tune of his pleasure. “That’s why you wanted to break up with me, isn’t it?” Trace murmured against his ear. “You needed this.” This time Trace lashed him across his back.

“Your man can’t give you what you need if he doesn’t know you need it, baby,” Trace whispered against his ear, his breath warm over his skin.

Riley fought to breathe as heat engulfed him. Nothing had ever been so good in his life. He was coming undone. His body was on the edge of exploding.

“Trace, I can’t take it!” He didn’t want it to stop, but he didn’t think he could survive it either. Being caught in the throes of such pleasure was more than he could bear.

“You’re so hot tied down like this.” Trace kissed the back of his neck. He reached between Riley’s legs and stroked his cock. “You’re wet for me.” He delivered another stinging blow that had Riley moaning and his dick getting harder. Trace used the thumb of his free hand to swipe the warmer-than-normal pre-cum from the head. He brought his finger to his lips. “Mmmm.”

“Damn you,” Riley gritted. That was one of the sexiest things he’d ever seen. His pulse pounded hard and his ass tingled in greedy need. He’d never been this turned on in his life. He needed more. He needed Trace pressed tight inside him, burning him, stretching him as he shafted him.

Trace gave the back of his legs a light slap, and Riley shuddered.

“Make me come, Trace. Please, make me fucking come now!”

The next tap was harder yet still too light across his ass cheek.

Riley breathed and his body tightened. He was going to come the next time Trace hit him. The whip came down on him, and the tendrils of dark pleasure stroked his swollen dick head. He waited for it and waited…then he felt Trace’s hand caressing lightly across his butt cheeks, but only for a moment. Trace parted his tight buttocks, and he made a rough noise as Trace pushed a well-lubed toy past the tight ring of muscle. He pushed against it. Nothing too big, he decided, and Trace pushed another knob in and another. Each got bigger, and Riley found himself breathing harder. The balls were getting a little bigger than the toy he used on himself sometimes.

“Trace?” he pleaded. Part of him wanted to stop, and the other part couldn’t dare think it.

Trace chuckled. “That’s so good, isn’t it?” He slapped Riley’s ass with his free hand, and Riley whimpered.

“Trace, the pleasure is too much!” He shook his head, frantic with the need to come. Riley clenched his fists against the wall as the intensity cut a wide swath through him. He was going to lose his mind right here, right now.

Trace nipped the back of Riley’s neck then took the whip to his tight buns again. Riley whimpered, and Trace beat out a tattoo on Riley’s ass, and Riley mewled as he continued his torture.

Trace fucked him lightly with the toy.

“Oh, fuck! Oh, fuck!” he cried, tossing his head in pleasure that bordered on pain.

Trace struck him again then rubbed his hand over the red, rounded cheek of his ass before fucking him with the knobbed dildo.

“Shit,” he breathed. The heat raged through him, a wild, animal thing that clawed at his balls. “Make me come for you, Master, please.”