Broken Rules

by Michaela Grey

  “Foxes don’t have wings,” he said aloud and laughed at himself.

  HIS FIRST client was a man in his fifties, thin and nervous and stooped.

  “Roger,” he said, shaking Sanyam’s hand. “I’d like to explore some role-play.”

  “Certainly,” Sanyam said. He gestured to the table. “What kind of role-play did you have in mind?”

  Roger looked at the contract, flipping through the pages. “I’m a big fan of Rudyard Kipling,” he said finally.

  Sanyam stiffened. “Please leave.”

  “What? But we haven’t even started!”

  “I don’t do race play,” Sanyam said flatly. “Get out.”

  Roger drew himself to his full height, eyes turning venomous. “You’re nothing,” he hissed. “You’re a crawling little ant, a… a—”

  “Say it and I will punch you in the face before calling security,” Sanyam said, taking a step closer. “Go ahead. Say it.”

  Roger’s mouth twisted around the slur he clearly wanted to spit, but in the end, his nerve failed him, and he deflated like a weak balloon.

  Sanyam stepped aside, and Roger scuttled for the door.

  Alone, Sanyam sat down on the couch.

  He missed India sometimes, the bustle and seething humanity, the sprawl of beautiful buildings and shanties crammed up against each other, and it was true that they had their own form of racism over there and it was just as toxic and ugly.

  It was still a shock to be hit with it here, when he was least expecting it.

  Someone knocked, and Sanyam jerked his head up. He hadn’t heard his phone go off—

  Fox stepped inside, looking wary, and Sanyam sighed with relief.

  “I never thought I’d say this, but I’m very glad to see you,” he said.

  Fox frowned, obviously trying to figure out if he’d been insulted or not.

  Sanyam stood and crossed the room, slipping an arm around Fox’s waist to pull him close.

  “Your character flaws are many and multifaceted,” he said, putting a finger over Fox’s mouth when he tried to speak. “But at least you’ve never been racist to me.”

  He removed his hand and kissed him, soft and welcoming, and Fox relaxed against him, mouth sweet under Sanyam’s.

  “So,” Sanyam said when they broke away. “Does this mean you’re interested in something more permanent?”

  Fox nodded, looking unsure, and Sanyam hid his smile and turned to pull out the appropriate contract.

  “Here,” he said, handing it over. “This is the semipermanent contract. You’ll still have a place to put in your hard limits, and it will be binding for any amount of time that we agree on, up to three months. At the end of that period, we will renegotiate.”

  Fox eased himself into a chair, perching on the edge of it, and began to read the paperwork.

  Sanyam sat back on the couch and watched him, the elegant curve of Fox’s body as he bent over the table, the wrinkle on his forehead as he studied the words. Sanyam itched to touch him, to explore him all over, to take him apart and put him back together again in perfect, excruciating detail.

  His cock stirred, and Sanyam crossed his legs, willing it back to sleep. Not yet.

  Fox glanced up. “If I change my mind and want to renegotiate sooner, can we do that?”

  “Yes, of course,” Sanyam said. “We can overhaul the contract at any point that either of us desires. The main thing is that you are protected and feel safe in this relationship.”

  Fox nodded and turned back to the pages, hair falling into his face.

  “Oh,” Sanyam said. “Your friend. Jackson.”

  Fox stiffened and lifted his head. “What about him?”

  “He came to the club tonight. Logan turned him away, and he left before the police arrived. Did you know he was planning to do that?”

  Outrage flashed across Fox’s face. “Of course not!”

  Sanyam held up his hands. “I had to ask. After all, you were with him that night.”

  “I didn’t do anything!” Fox protested.

  “No, you didn’t,” Sanyam said softly. “That’s part of the problem, don’t you see?”

  Fox stared at him. “I don’t—what do you mean?”

  “I mean, you didn’t stop him. You said nothing to prevent him from molesting poor Delfia, who he outweighs by at least fifty pounds. You seemed bored by the whole affair, honestly.”

  “It wasn’t my business,” Fox said, but his voice was unsteady.

  Sanyam stood up, and Fox shrank into his chair. “When someone weaker than you is being hurt, and you’re in a position to stop it and you don’t, you’re as bad as the person committing the atrocity.”

  Fox’s throat bobbed and shame flitted across his face. “I—”

  “Enough for now,” Sanyam said. He stepped closer and cupped the nape of Fox’s long neck. “We can discuss it another time, but tonight is for you.” He bent and looked into Fox’s face. “For now….” He smiled. “You’ve been good. You obeyed my order, and that means you’ve earned a reward.”

  “Oh, thank Christ,” Fox breathed, and Sanyam laughed out loud.

  “Sign the contract, Fox, so I can give it to you.”

  Fox signed in his quick, jagged handwriting, filling in his hard limits with a hand that trembled slightly before he pushed the contract along the table for Sanyam to sign.

  Sanyam accepted the pen and signed below Fox’s name. When he was done, he turned back and stepped between Fox’s knees.

  “What do you want, Fox?”

  “To come, mostly,” Fox admitted.

  Sanyam choked on laughter, and Fox’s lips curved up. “Well, yes,” Sanyam managed when he’d sobered. “But specifically, I meant.”

  Fox lifted a shoulder. “I don’t—I hadn’t thought that far ahead.”

  “So we’ll wing it,” Sanyam said. He tugged lightly on Fox’s earlobe, making him shiver. “Strip.”

  He sat down on the couch and leaned to the side to retrieve a few things while Fox took his clothes off and left them in a careless heap on the floor. Naked, he stood before Sanyam, fingers twitching by his sides.

  Sanyam sat back to admire. Every bit of Fox was elegant, curve of bone and muscle under skin that looked satin-soft, the fall of his hair—even his feet were graceful, long and slender and high-arching.

  “You really are lovely,” he said, almost to himself.

  Fox shifted his weight but kept his mouth shut.

  Sanyam held out a hand. “Come here.”

  Fox took it. He slid into Sanyam’s lap and settled his weight across Sanyam’s thighs. His eyes were uncertain, but his cock was thickening, clearly interested in the proceedings.

  Sanyam tapped his lips and Fox got the message and bent until their mouths met as he slid his arms around Sanyam’s neck.

  He kissed like there was nothing else worth doing, sweet and hot and wanting, with that hint of teeth that underscored everything he did, sharp and demanding but somehow needy at the same time.

  Sanyam tasted peppermint toothpaste, and it made him like Fox better, somehow, knowing he’d brushed his teeth before their session, like a nervous kid on a first date.

  He couldn’t get enough, running his hands over Fox’s thighs and feeling the lean, corded muscle under skin that was as soft as it looked. He caught Fox’s hip and pulled him closer, squeezing and rubbing his buttock, and Fox gasped against his mouth.

  “Sorry,” Sanyam said breathlessly, breaking away. He’d forgotten about the bruising, but Fox didn’t look upset. If anything, he looked even more aroused, a flush crawling up his neck and his cock dribbling precome onto Sanyam’s pants.

  Sanyam was painfully hard himself, and he smacked Fox’s ass, making him jerk again. “Off,” he said. “Knees.”

  Fox scrambled to obey, slithering to the floor with a thump.

  Sanyam gestured to his pants. “Take them off.” He stopped Fox when he reached for them, though. “Without your hands.”

  Fox�
��s eyes went wide, and he licked his lips. “Can—I won’t have any leverage—”

  “You can brace yourself on my knees or the couch,” Sanyam said. He reached out and brushed the hair off Fox’s forehead, and Fox shivered.

  He leaned forward, hands on either side of Sanyam’s hips, and bent to nose at his zipper.

  Sanyam draped his arms along the back of the couch to watch. Fox concentrating on his assigned task was somehow both adorable and hot as hell. His brow was furrowed as he studied Sanyam’s pants, chewing on his lip. He lowered his head and tugged on the placket until the button popped free, then caught the tab of the zipper with his teeth, pulling it down in careful stages.

  Sanyam raised his eyebrows. “Dexterous, aren’t you?”

  “When it suits me,” Fox said, looking up with a gleam in his eye. “Gonna need your help getting them over your hips.”

  Sanyam obliged, lifting himself and scooting his pants down just enough that he wasn’t sitting on them. “Carry on,” he said.

  Fox huffed a laugh against the silk of Sanyam’s underwear, his breath warm and wet, and rubbed his cheek along the underside of Sanyam’s shaft.

  Sanyam muttered a curse in Hindi, stuffing his knuckles in his mouth, but when Fox tried to take him in his mouth through the silk, Sanyam stopped him.

  “As much as I would love that, and believe me, kit, I would—safe sex.” He held up a condom and Fox glowered but accepted it. Sanyam ran his thumb along Fox’s cheekbone. “Can you put it on with your mouth?”

  “Not that dexterous,” Fox said as he ripped the foil.

  “Yet,” Sanyam said, grinning, and Fox snorted.

  He bent again, and Sanyam caught his shoulders. “What are you doing?”

  “Still wearing underwear,” Fox said. “Or hadn’t you noticed?”

  “Mouthy,” Sanyam said, letting him go. “Have to do something about that.”

  Fox just hummed and leaned in, catching the waistband of Sanyam’s underwear in his teeth and pulling. His nose tickled Sanyam’s skin, and his breath puffed in hot gusts as he worked on getting the left side down as far as possible before switching to the right.

  “How do you feel about hair-pulling?” Sanyam asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

  Fox glanced up. “Yes please.”

  “And marking?”

  Fox dropped his face to Sanyam’s abdomen. “Oh God, yes.” His voice was muffled against Sanyam’s shirt.

  “Biting?” Sanyam inquired. He cupped the back of Fox’s skull and ran his fingers over the bumps of bone.

  Fox shuddered all over and reached for his cock.

  Sanyam caught a fistful of Fox’s hair. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself, kit.”

  Neck cranked back, Fox sagged in his hand, eyelashes fluttering. “I’m—I won’t.”

  Sanyam let go and petted his hair back into place. “You’re not done,” he said mildly.

  Fox steadied himself with his hands on the cushions and went back to work.

  Sanyam enjoyed the view until a thought occurred to him. “What are your thoughts on penetration?”

  Fox stiffened briefly and glanced up. His eyes were uncertain. “I—in theory I like it, but… it’s been years.”

  Sanyam hummed and touched his cheek. “We’ll take it slow. Feel free to continue.”

  The room was silent except for the distant bass growl of Trinity’s music, and Sanyam focused on Fox’s breathing, the way the soft strands of hair curled behind his ears, the tension in his shoulders as he worked Sanyam’s underwear down until his cock fell free.

  Sanyam stretched as it slapped his stomach, sighing. “Oh yes, that’s better.”

  Fox fumbled for the condom. “Can I—”

  “By all means,” Sanyam said.

  Fox’s fingers were deft and gentle as they rolled the condom down his shaft, sliding it into place. He didn’t wait for permission when he was done, either—his mouth followed his fingers, hot and wet around Sanyam’s cock and making Sanyam gasp, his hips bucking up helplessly.

  Fox gagged as Sanyam hit his soft palate, but didn’t stop, sinking impossibly even farther, cheeks hollowing and tongue busy on Sanyam’s frenulum.

  “Ah, mashalla,” Sanyam said. He hunched forward and slipped his hands into Fox’s hair, the strands fine like spun silk, as his entire body woke, and tendrils of heat licked out from his core.

  Fox kept going, head bobbing, eyes closed, and a furrow on his forehead, until Sanyam tightened his grip on his hair and pulled him off.

  Fox growled, fighting it, but Sanyam held him in place easily.

  “Nowhere near done with you, kit,” he said, “but if you keep that up, I will be.”

  Fox stopped struggling, and Sanyam let him go.

  “Up,” he said. “My turn.”

  Fox scrambled backward and stood in one easy, fluid motion as Sanyam kicked his pants the rest of the way off and dragged his shirt up and over his head before standing.

  “On the couch. On your back; arms above your head.”

  “But—”

  Sanyam arched an eyebrow. “Are you really going to argue with me?”

  Fox gulped and lowered himself gingerly to the couch. He flinched as his bruised body made contact but obediently stretched his arms out. Sanyam bent and pulled the soft restraints on the end of the couch up and into place on Fox’s narrow wrists.

  He turned then and pulled out a blindfold. Fox’s breath whooshed out of him as Sanyam put it in place, and he visibly relaxed.

  “You like that, don’t you?” Sanyam murmured. “Not being able to see. Takes your choices away from you, doesn’t it?”

  Fox turned his head toward him and tilted his face blindly up. Sanyam indulged the unspoken request, bending to sip lightly from Fox’s mouth, slipping his tongue between Fox’s lips and tasting sweet peppermint again.

  Finally he drew back and surveyed Fox’s long body, limbs pale against the dark fabric of his couch.

  “Have you ever come untouched?” he asked as he leaned across and retrieved another condom, tearing the foil.

  Fox tensed and shook his head. “I—no.”

  “I think we’ll have to explore that at some point,” Sanyam said. He touched Fox’s hip to let him know he was there, then rolled the condom down over Fox’s shaft.

  Fox made a strangled noise, and Sanyam obliged by stroking him for a minute, enjoying the way every movement rippled through Fox’s body, abs taut and hips rolling into Sanyam’s touch.

  “So responsive,” he murmured. “Any rules for marking?”

  Fox’s mouth opened and closed. “Dinner with my parents—tomorrow.”

  Thrown, Sanyam looked up. “What?”

  “Nothing… above the collar,” Fox managed.

  Sanyam snorted a laugh and drew a finger down Fox’s sternum. “As sad as I am that your throat is off-limits for now, there’s plenty of other… real estate.” He flicked Fox’s nipple, and Fox whined, twisting in his bonds. “Well, if you insist,” Sanyam said and proceeded to take him apart.

  He savored the salt-bitter taste of Fox’s skin as he played with the nub, swirling it around on his tongue until it was hard and stiff. He reached over and gave Fox’s erection a couple of quick strokes, until Fox was shaking all over, bucking against Sanyam’s hand.

  Every time Fox got close, though, his rhythm faltering and breath short in his throat, Sanyam stopped and turned his attention to another part of Fox’s body, sucking livid marks into the skin with almost cruel precision.

  He took his time, working his way across Fox’s chest. He gave him a necklace of bruises and then concentrated on his hip, scraping his teeth lightly over the bone until Fox squirmed, his movements slowing like treacle on a cold day, limbs gone soft and pliant. It was obvious he was deep into sub space, in the perfect dimension of trust and utter surrender that Sanyam loved inducing.

  He moved down the couch and sucked the tip of Fox’s shaft into his mouth, humming as Fox made a helpless, quie
t noise.

  He spent several leisurely minutes working him over, until Fox’s abs tightened again, thighs quivering. Sanyam pressed a thumb into the bruise on Fox’s hip bone and took him to the hilt, and Fox sobbed a breath and filled the condom, cock spasming on Sanyam’s tongue in long throbs as he curled forward as far as the ropes would allow.

  Sanyam eased him through it as Fox collapsed back onto the couch. Only then did he pull off, wiping his mouth, to turn his attention to himself.

  It took almost no time at all before he felt the familiar tightening in his balls, and he groaned and bent forward to press his forehead to Fox’s still-heaving rib cage to come quick and hard.

  Silence fell in the room. Sanyam closed his eyes, Fox warm and sweet-smelling against his face, heart rabbit-fast in Sanyam’s ear.

  Finally Sanyam sighed and pushed himself to his feet. He padded to the cleanup station in the corner and came back with wet wipes from the warmer. He cleaned them both in gentle strokes before pulling Fox’s blindfold off.

  Fox’s eyes were open but dreamy and unaware, still lost in his head, and Sanyam dropped a quick kiss on his lips before getting dressed. He folded Fox’s clothes, set them on the arm of the couch, and turned back.

  “I would hold you until you return from wherever you are,” he said, undoing Fox’s wrists and lifting his head so he could sit down. “But I think if you came to in my arms, you might bite me.”

  Fox turned on his side and rubbed his face against Sanyam’s thigh, heaving a quiet sigh.

  Sanyam pushed his hair off his forehead. “See you when you wake up, kit.”

  When Fox woke, Sanyam was reading quietly on his phone. He set it down as Fox stirred and lifted his head.

  “Welcome back,” Sanyam said, careful not to touch him.

  Fox rolled to a sitting position, wincing, and glanced down at himself. His eyes widened at the bloom of bruises that littered his skin, and he touched the one on his hip with a cautious finger.

  “How are you feeling?” Sanyam asked.

  Fox looked up. “Um. Better.”

  “I’ll bet,” Sanyam said, smiling. “That was a pretty spectacular orgasm.”