Not in Kansas (Kinky Oz Book 1)

by R. G. Alexander

  “Mmm. And what do you…ahhh, that feels so good…what do you want, Z?”

  Z lifted his gaze. “For now? I want to watch you fuck him, watch him cry out with the strength of his climax. And someday, after you’ve both gotten what you want and I’ve taken you as you’re taking him, I’ll want a favor from you to get what I desire.”

  Pan stilled at his words, head turning until Kansas’s dick slid out of “her” mouth. “But that would—”

  A sharp look from Z cut Pan off, but Kansas was too aroused to care. The sexual challenge in the wizard’s words thrilled him. “In your dreams.”

  Z just smiled, recognizing the bluster for what it was. “And yours. Are you really going to waste this? Or will you take what’s offered, knowing when you look into the frustrated face of the king that you’ve already had what he is so desperate for.”

  Kansas lowered his gaze. Pan was still kneeling, waiting. “I don’t even know his name.”

  Pan slid a hand up Kansas’s thigh. “No one does. Only the parents that named him, and his future consort, can know it. It’s tradition. There is power in a name.”

  He cupped the now smooth silver head and studied Pan’s face. The king’s face. What would it hurt to give in? Just this once. To finally take what he wanted. “No names then, Your Majesty.” He guided his painfully erect cock back to Pan’s lips. “Suck me.”

  Pan frowned severely and stood, but there was a betraying sparkle in those silver eyes. Chin tilted and hands firmly placed on the king’s hips, Kansas felt the distinct urge to bow to the pleasure droid.

  “How dare you order your king? You should kneel before me.”

  Adrenaline surged through Kansas. Yes. This was what he wanted. He had enough give on the chains to reach for Pan, pulling that big, beautiful body flush against his own. He inhaled sharply as his arousal slid against the unbelievably thick length of Pan’s. “Fuck that feels…is this really the size of his…?”

  Pan just smiled, drawing a growl from Kansas, who tightened his arms around the larger man. Sliding one hand up to wrap around his neck, the other gripping one perfect ass cheek, Kansas pulled Pan’s head closer to his own. “You’re not my king. So there won’t be any kneeling. Unless it’s behind you on the ground while I fill you full of cock.”

  Z’s groan barely registered. Kansas only had eyes for the trembling Pan. He arched his hips, forcing closer contact with his grip on Pan’s ass. “You like that idea. You want me to fuck you so bad you’re ready to beg, aren’t you?”

  “Yes…”

  “Then get back on your knees and suck me. If you’re really good, I’ll give you exactly what you need.”

  Pan dropped to the floor without another word. In a distant part of his mind, Kansas was amazed at his behavior. He’d always been a sensitive lover. Dominant but careful. This was something else entirely. Pan and Z had offered him a fantasy where he could say anything, do anything, without repercussions. And his subconscious was a bit of a kinky bastard.

  “That’s right…fuck, yes…deeper. More. Take it all. Every. Last… Yes!” His hips pumped against Pan’s mouth, still careful, barely, but without hesitation. He needed release. Needed to look down into that strong, sensual face. Into eyes that, while they weren’t the color of rich whiskey, were still looking up at him with honest desire.

  Z knelt down behind Pan, pressing against her back as she worked her mouth up and down Kansas’s erection, his excitement palpable as he watched. Kansas leaned forward, gripping Z’s braid to jerk his head back roughly. “Enjoying the show?”

  There was no shame in the wizard’s eyes. “I’m enjoying your pleasure, yes. More than I’d imagined. So much more that I have to—” He broke off at Pan’s loud groan, and Kansas trembled at the vibration against his cock.

  Pan’s rhythm changed and Kansas loosened his grip on the wizard’s braid in surprise. Was he? He was. Z was fucking Pan. The knowledge, as well as the guttural sounds Pan was making as she swallowed him down, was more than he could take.

  Kansas tried to pull away before he came, but Pan gripped his hips and pulled him closer, refusing to release him. His back arched with the power of his climax, hands gripping Pan’s head as his hips jerked against that magical mouth. “Yes.”

  Z’s hoarse shout and Pan’s full-mouthed moan of release quickly mingled with his own groans. It was a heady experience.

  Kansas slid down the wall, his legs bent on either side of the kneeling pleasure droid. She was already changing back to her original form complete with long flowing hair and voluptuous body. He stared, bemused as the spent cock shrunk back into her body, until she was once again exactly as she had been. Right down to the painted-on jumpsuit.

  He pulled her close in an affectionate embrace. “This might be weird to say but, thank you, Pan. I hope I wasn’t too rough. I got a little carried away.”

  She pulled back and tilted her head. “You—you’re thanking me? For giving you pleasure?”

  Kansas pulled her close again, glaring in Z’s direction at the sound of her surprise. The wizard ignored the look and, collapsed onto his back on the floor beside them. What was wrong with these people?

  “Of course I am. You didn’t have to do what you did, but I thoroughly enjoyed it.” He chuckled. “You do a pretty good impression of the king, Pan. You could be an actress.”

  He felt a distinct wetness on his shoulder. Was she crying? He stroked her hair, leaning closer to hear her muffled words. “Like the Royal Storyteller?”

  Z rose on his elbows and nodded at Kansas’s confused expression, so he responded softly. “Sure. I bet you’d be great at it. I’d love to hear a story.”

  Pan peered up at him through her silvery lashes and smiled. “I’d have to create a new one just for you.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “You’re much nicer than the humans in our stories, Master Frayne.”

  “And you’re a lot more…interesting than any of ours. And call me Kansas, please. I think you know me a little too well to call me Master.”

  “Maybe she knows you better than you know yourself.”

  Kansas rolled his eyes. “Don’t start, Z. Innuendo isn’t going to cut it anymore. Now if someone would get the prisoner something to clean up with, we can get on with it.”

  “Get on with what?” Pan hopped up with a speed Kansas couldn’t possibly have matched in his current boneless state and ran to the washroom. She came back with two small, damp cloths that she handed discreetly to both men.

  “The wizard’s master plan. He wants the king to lose control and for some reason he thinks I’m the man to do it.”

  “And now you’re willing?”

  His tone was rueful. “I have a feeling there’ll be no going back to my life, hell, to sanity until I’ve had him. The real him, no offense, Pan. So tell me what I need to do.”

  Z’s triumphant smile was blinding. The man was magnetic, he’d give him that. Hadn’t seen any powers to speak of but if excessive sexual charisma made you a wizard in this world, who was he to knock it?

  He just hoped part of this plan didn’t include him and the words dungeon or torture.

  And that the king would give in before Kansas did.

  Chapter Six

  “That is my favorite watering hole as well. I’m so glad our guest enjoyed it.”

  Heat filled his cheeks as they chuckled at the king’s comment. Kansas glared at Fenna and Lenard. Weren’t they supposed to be his friends? Instead they were telling the king every detail of their adventure since Kansas arrived.

  “He didn’t enjoy it as much as it enjoyed him,” Lenard offered quietly, drawing Z’s avid attention.

  “Truly? How unusual,” he murmured. “Those waters are sacred. Blessed by the GW.”

  Kansas squirmed in discomfort. “Yeah, it was an experience.”

  One he didn’t want to talk about in front of anyone. Ever.

  This had been a strange evening all the way around. The king had invited them for
dinner— Fenna, Lenard, Kansas and Z, who’d brought Pan along for company. Kansas had even been unchained, bathed and dressed for the event, feeling not a little like some kind of sacrificial lamb.

  He wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting, but this relaxed, charming version of the king was making him suspicious. There’d been no apology for his imprisonment. He was simply acting as if nothing had happened.

  Z sat beside Kansas on the sofa, Pan at his feet, watching the scene in silent serenity. No one else seemed to notice that every corner of this room looked more like it was made for fucking than eating. Plush pillows strewn across the floor, a large bed in the corner and a roaring fire. Despite all appearances, Kansas knew it wasn’t the king’s bedroom since that was where he’d been chained up for the last eighteen hours.

  Maybe it was the royal orgy room.

  The thought was irritating.

  He stabbed a purple peapod with the wooden stick they’d given him to eat with, shuddering as he swallowed the bitter tasting vegetable. Nearly everything he’d eaten since he arrived had been delicious, but this he could live without. “What I wouldn’t give for some French fries and a burger. Maybe a chocolate shake.”

  Several curious gazes turned his way. He shrugged. “Our food is a little different than yours.”

  “Our?” The king’s gaze was piercing. He’d been pretending indifference to Kansas all evening, just as Z had promised he would. Lounging on the pillows, offering sensual smiles to a besotted Lenard and caressing Fenna’s feathery thigh.

  But he couldn’t stop his gaze from following every move Kansas made, or the impatience rolling off him in waves. It was a hopeful sign. “Tell us, human, what your clan is like. What you eat. What you do for pleasure.”

  Kansas leaned forward, elbows on his knees, determined to stare the smug blueblood down. “Well there are a lot of us, and we’re all different, like you. Instead of Gliders and Equus and Felix, we are just different shades of human. Black, brown, olive—”

  “Cream?”

  Kansas hid his smile as he nodded toward his friend. “Yes, Lenard, some of us are pale as cream when we don’t go out in the sun. We have more kinds of food than I could eat in one lifetime, though I have a preference for all things spicy and sweet.” The king focused on his lips as he slowly formed those words. Kansas licked his lips.

  “And pleasure?”

  “Compared to this world, we’re repressed. But I imagine we’re not that different. We eat a lot. We enjoy music and movies.” Kansas caught Pan’s eye. “Storytelling with moving pictures.”

  “Do you enjoy those things with others? Specific others?”

  The question was sharp enough to draw attention. The king was fishing. “Are you asking about dating or fucking? Because I’ve done a lot of both.”

  Z choked on his drink and Pan reached up to pat him on the back solicitously. Fenna smiled admiringly at Kansas, but he only had eyes for the king. Who, for the record, did not seem amused.

  “These people you date and fuck, are you sure they won’t come looking for you when you don’t return?”

  Kansas shrugged nonchalantly, hoping no one noticed the tension humming through him. “It doesn’t matter. I’ll be home before anyone notices I’m gone.”

  He knew it was killing the king that his question had gone unanswered. He could almost hear his thoughts. Had Kansas lied about not having a lover back home? Was that why he’d denied him? Why he was determined to leave?

  The king stood abruptly, spearing Kansas with a defiant look as he took the cell phone out of his belt and tossed it to him. “Will that man worry?”

  Kansas looked down to see the one picture of his ex he hadn’t been able to delete from his phone. He and Danny at the beach, celebrating on the day they’d decided to move in together. One good memory followed by a million mistakes.

  “Well?” The king demanded.

  “No.” Kansas felt his throat tighten. “He won’t worry at all. He never did.”

  He passed the phone to Z and got to his feet. “I think I’ll go back to my prison now.”

  For an instant, the king seemed apologetic. Almost vulnerable. “Kansas, I’m—”

  “There was a lot of fucking though,” he interrupted, before the man could say he was sorry. He didn’t want pity from anyone, especially not a spoiled, self-centered king who couldn’t take no for an answer. “So at least I got something good out of it.”

  He saw Z shake his head in pity as the king’s expression froze.

  “Fucking is nice,” Fenna offered softly, confusion in her voice as she looked up at the two glaring men. “Isn’t it?”

  “Of course it is. In fact...” The king opened the fastenings of that mouthwatering outfit he was wearing, and it pooled to the floor.

  It took every ounce of willpower Kansas had not to look away from the challenge in the king’s eyes. Not to let his eyes drop for more than a heartbeat to the impressive erection he knew he would find there.

  He tried to tell himself he knew exactly what it looked like, thanks to Pan, but as with everything else, it didn’t compare to the real thing. In the flesh the man was awe-inspiring. And he knew it.

  Arrogant bastard.

  What was he up to? Was he actually attempting to seduce him with all these witnesses? Kansas didn’t want to think about why that idea aroused him. He was no exhibitionist. At least, he was pretty sure he wasn’t before he got here. His actions since he’d arrived seemed to belie that claim.

  Who are you trying to kid? You’d do whatever he wanted.

  He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the challenge to come. He had to resist. Z had told him that—

  “Lenard. Fenna.” The king glanced down at his subjects with a sensual smile.

  “Your Majesty?” They breathed, both instantly caught in his spell.

  “Pleasure me.”

  “Yes, Highness.”

  What. The. Fuck.

  He’d pick his jaw up off the floor in a minute, Kansas told himself. As soon as he got over the shock. That royal son of a bitch. Of all the scenarios he’d imagined, watching his two friends kneel eagerly at the feet of their king was not one of them.

  Z moved closer to him on the sofa, his arm sliding over his shoulders, but Kansas couldn’t turn away from the unbelievable scene. “Smile, human. Don’t let him see your jealousy. Enjoy the show.”

  He listened to the hushed voice with incredulity. Enjoy the show? How? There was something dark raging through him as he watched other hands and tongues touch and taste what belonged to him. It was an emotion that he knew now he’d never truly felt before, not even with his promiscuous young ex.

  This one is ours.

  He watched Lenard ecstatically swallowing the king’s erection down his throat, watched Fenna gently licking his tight balls, and tried to keep a blank expression on his face. What he wanted was to leap over to them and rip them away from what was his.

  No. Not his. How could he be when he so easily pushed him aside for other pleasures? After chaining him naked to his wall, after sending the wizard to raise his hopes. He was as inconstant as Danny had ever been. Faithless.

  “Do not be self-righteous,” Z’s voice whispered in his mind. Kansas tried his best not to react to the foreign voice in his head. “You are no innocent.”

  He had a point.

  Those words deflated his anger as nothing else could. After what he’d done with Pan a few hours before, and all the denials to the king he didn’t mean, who was he to judge anyone? Kansas Frayne, the paragon of fidelity, controlled emotions and vanilla sex. Oh how the mighty had fallen.

  A low chuckle drew his attention back to the king’s face. The object of his desire was watching Fenna and Lenard as they sought to pleasure him, biting his lower lip as the Felix became even more vigorous.

  He must have sensed that he was being watched. When their gazes clashed, the air was knocked out of him. Nothing could have surprised Kansas more than what he saw in those dark gol
d eyes.

  The king was bored.

  Oh, he was physically aroused. How could he not be with those two sensual, talented creatures doing their best to suck him dry? But the yearning in his eyes wasn’t for another emotionless orgasm given by fawning followers. What he needed, neither Lenard nor Fenna could truly give him. They were too in awe of him to take him the way he needed to be taken.

  “The way he wants you to take him.”

  Like a light going off, Kansas replayed and understood all of Z’s comments about the king. Every clan from Glider to Equus saw him as a leader who would guide them. A warrior who would protect them. But no one saw the man.

  How could they? You’d have to live on another planet—or a storm ride and one dimension away—not to be in awe of him. Not to wish to obey him.

  The king might demand it, but the man didn’t want to be obeyed. He wanted something entirely different. Something that was exactly what Kansas wanted to give him.

  The smile snuck up on Kansas as everything fell into place. Like Lenard, the king was a bottom. Submissive. And if he was right, the man had never actually been topped before.

  Kansas could be the first.

  The only.

  Now he understood the wizard’s motivations. In advising Kansas to deny him immediate gratification, he was giving his monarch exactly what he needed. He’d known either way the king wouldn’t send Kansas home.

  “I’ll return you now, should you ask it. But can you leave before knowing the bliss the two of you could share?”

  Get out of my head, Z.

  The sorcerer knew exactly what to say. Kansas couldn’t leave. Not yet. Dream, delusion or destiny, his attraction was too powerful to deny.

  He had to know him. More than that, he had to claim him.

  Kansas pulled his shirt off over his head, tossing it aside carelessly before leaning back against the wizard to “enjoy the show.”

  “That’s right.” Z brushed his lips against his ear and Kansas shivered.

  The king scowled.

  Kansas placed his hand on Z’s thigh, caressing him through his pants. He heard him gasp, felt his muscles tighten. The wizard’s mouth was pressed against his temple, his hips lifting in a subtle request for more.