by Zoey Marcel
He was certain it wasn’t healthy to be so imprisoned by someone sexually. Melanie wasn’t like the others. She was different, better. He wanted her, loved her. She made him hard, and he was desperate to hold onto what he had with her.
If Diego joined them in bed, Greyson worried he would eventually be unable to get it up with a woman again. He couldn’t bear the thought of that ever happening with Melanie. It would hurt her feelings and break his heart.
It would also mean he was gay and completely enslaved by Diego.
Chapter Six
The air felt delicious on his clean body as Greyson walked out of his bathroom when he’d finished showering. Only the towel wrapped around his waist shielded his nudity from Diego’s eyes when Greyson walked into his room.
He paused. “What are you doing?”
Diego had piles of his clothes on Greyson’s bed and he hung his shirts up one at time in one of Greyson’s shallow closets. “I’m hanging my clothes up in your closet.”
“Why?”
“Because this is our room now. I’m moving in here with you. It’s for your own good and my pleasure.”
“Excuse me? Did it ever occur to you that this closet is for my suits?”
The man continued hanging his clothes up and wreaking havoc in Greyson’s mapped out world like a nuclear explosion. How would he be able to sleep through all this madness?
“You only have two suits,” Diego pointed out. “I moved them to your other closet over there with your shirts.”
Greyson glowered at him indignantly. “You put my formal clothes and my casual clothes together in the same closet?”
Diego gave him a sassy smile and winked at him. “Shocking, isn’t it?”
Damn his charisma. As long as there was space between them he should be able to discuss this troubling issue without being seduced into bed with him.
“You can’t just take over my room. Who the hell do you think you are?”
His friend gave him one of his scolding looks and went into Dom mode as he walked over to Greyson. “I’m your survival, your lover, and your keeper.”
“My keeper?”
“Yes,” Diego whispered as he glided the hooked end of a plastic hanger down his abs. He smiled when Greyson’s muscles quivered beneath the stimulation. “You always do stupid things when I leave you alone. You’re like an angry Chihuahua I must tame.”
Greyson snorted, but the charming bastard weaseled a small smile from him. “A Chihuahua? If I am, you’re a fucking Rottweiler.”
Diego smirked and dipped the hook into Greyson’s towel to tug his body closer to him. “Are you saying I have a big head?”
“Ego-wise you do. You sit there with your big smile, trying to look adorable and friendly. You may be loyal, but I know what you’re capable of. You’re a ferocious dog who won’t stop biting my ass every time I turn around.”
Diego grinned and set the hanger down. “You like it when I bite your ass.”
Greyson’s eyes lidded and he breathed an aroused sigh when the man placed his hand over his package. His already interested prick swelled beneath the searing heat of Diego’s palm that burned through the towel. He bit back a moan when his Dom—his friend—gently massaged his semi-erect penis through the towel.
“I told you I would share your bed with you,” Diego whispered. “I will have all of you.”
Greyson’s lower lip trembled. “They’re all gonna know if you stay in here.”
“That’s the point, lover.”
He turned his head when Diego leaned in to kiss him.
“Melanie thinks it’s wonderful,” Diego reassured him.
His father knew, too, but the others didn’t. It was such a life-changing part of him and half of him clung to the hope that maybe he could somehow parade his feigned indifference toward Diego around and then maybe Saul might be fooled into thinking Greyson no longer cared for his best friend. Then he’d kill Saul and be free to be with Diego once he worked up the courage to be out with it to the people he knew.
“Emmett knows, too,” Diego said.
Greyson’s head jerked and he gaped at the man. “You told him?”
“No. He figured it out.”
“How?”
Diego’s lips pulled to one side and he resumed the sensual rubbing on Greyson’s swelling cock. “It’s Emmett. The man can detect sexual arousal like an incubus, no matter how inconspicuous it might be.”
Greyson rolled his eyes. “Well, that’s true. Did you move my pills?”
“I threw your Viagra away.”
“What?” he growled. “I need it.”
Diego smirked and gave his dick a squeeze through the towel. “We both know that’s not true.”
Greyson bit back a grunt. “I don’t need it with you or with Melanie, but what if—”
“You never have any problem getting hard with her and tomorrow will be no different.”
“You don’t know that. I used to get erect with Tasha in the beginning and after a while I couldn’t anymore.”
Diego’s expert hand abandoned his titillated shaft as he headed back toward the closet he’d commandeered like a bloody thief. “Tasha was a cunt. She would turn any man flaccid.”
“Thanks for that, you insensitive fuck. I’m gonna be stressed if I don’t have them on hand just in case.”
“There is your problem. You’ve gotten into the habit of going soft with women, except for Melanie, because you don’t have confidence in yourself anymore. Without the pills you will have no choice but to stay hard.”
Greyson gritted his teeth, fingers curling into fists when he saw that sacrilegious purple hanger advancing toward his closet. “I need it.”
“You’re young and healthy. You don’t need it. All you need is to trust me and believe in yourself.”
His mouth fell open when Diego dared to remove one of his hanging shirts from its blue hanger and then hang the shirt back up…on the purple hanger. Now he’d gone too far.
“Did you just fucking hang my shirt up with a purple hanger?”
An evil smile curved Diego’s lips. “I did, didn’t I?”
“Now you’re confiscating my blue and black hangers?”
He laughed. “No, Greyson. I’m teaching you to relax.”
Greyson stomped toward him. “Now you’ve gone too far.”
The breath got knocked from him when Diego pushed him up against the log wall. The man’s torrid gaze roamed over Greyson’s features as Diego played with his hair.
“You’re not happy unless you’re controlling every aspect of my life, are you?”
Diego brushed Greyson’s lower lip with his thumb and answered in a provocative whisper. “So fire me.”
The sassy smirk said he knew Greyson never would. Their lips touched briefly.
“It’s gonna take more than a kiss to change my mind.”
Diego dragged his hand slowly down Greyson’s abs and then maneuvered it and glided his palm down the sensitive part where Greyson’s lower abdomen joined his thigh. He never could resist being touched there.
“I guess I’d better step up my game,” Diego murmured only inches from his face.
Greyson grabbed his nape and practically lunged for his mouth.
They were naked on his bed within a matter of seconds. He lay on his back and seasoned Diego’s cockhead with light kisses when the fleshy tip tapped his lips. Diego hovered over him in sixty-nine and buried his face between Greyson’s thighs. An aroused gasp fluttered from him. Diego’s lips whispered over his pounding shaft in a sensual sweep. Greyson flicked his tongue in a teasing motion over Diego’s glans, drawing an elated moan from him.
He let out a ragged groan when he felt his cock sinking into the wet, molten chamber of Diego’s mouth. The blistering heat massaging his dick felt divine. The seductive licks and provocative wetness washing over him gave him a sublime sense of surrender. He let his legs fall open more, exposing his balls to the man.
Greyson sucked Diego’s erec
tion into his mouth as far as he could without actually deep-throating him. The sensitive crown knocked against the back of his throat at times without descending. He used the opportunity to treat his lover to a low moan that rumbled over the man’s tip and caused Diego to choke out a wanton sound on Greyson’s own prick.
He ran his hands up and down Diego’s strong legs, caressing him in silent admiration. Diego’s buttocks were by no means neglected either.
Greyson felt a zing of pleasure jolt through his groin when Diego fondled his ball-sac. The light squeeze the man gave them burned through his scrotal flesh and scorched unbelievable delight on his testicles. He felt his nuts drawing up into his pelvis the more Diego sucked his cock and played with his testes. He succumbed to a broken shriek when Diego tugged his aroused balls away from his body, creating a delicious stretch that plagued him with enjoyment so intense it became uncomfortable.
Diego turned his head back and forth like a corkscrew increasing the stimulation. He pushed his crotch upward, but Diego pressed on his scrotum so he was forced back down onto the mattress.
His mouth popped off Greyson’s dick and his voice came out harsh with want. “My will, not yours.”
Greyson choked on a moan and felt pre-cum seeping from the slit in his cock that was quickly devoured once more by the hot as fuck alpha hovering over him, dominating him. He sucked his conqueror harder, deeper, and used more tongue action for the man’s satisfaction.
Try as he might to hold back, Greyson came first. When Diego’s hand swept up his inner thigh it was over. Scalding pleasure shot through his balls as his muscles clenched hard with climax. The fierce contractions in his penis were joined by sizzling cum that he spurted in Diego’s mouth. His fractured cries of bliss were drowned out on his lover’s dick.
Diego fucked his cock hard and forceful in a downward motion, seeking his own release. He sucked every drop of semen from Greyson and then nibbled on his scrotum. Greyson whined in protest, but Diego gripped his sated cock hard until he howled in apology. He relaxed his thighs and submitted to the warm nibbles on his balls.
Greyson doubled his efforts to make the man come so the erotic torture on his emptied ball-sac would stop. It was painful and rapturous at once.
Diego jolted against his face as the orgasm seized him, but he didn’t relinquish Greyson’s nuts. He kept nibbling on them and suckling them in his mouth until Greyson was writhing in euphoric madness that made him dizzy with pain. Diego’s noise of abandon vibrated on Greyson’s sac and made him yell out as the sensational awareness tormented him.
His broken yell was cut off by Diego’s expanding cock and he had to fight to keep from gagging when Diego shot his sperm down Greyson’s throat. He felt the man’s organ throbbing against his tongue and tasted the salty release he quickly swallowed.
Diego lingered in Greyson’s mouth and panted hard, finally releasing his testes. His crotch wasn’t off the hook yet. Diego went down on his satisfied prick again and started sucking him gently. He loved all over Greyson’s sensitized appendage until he was hard again and the overwhelming discomfort became unbearable pleasure. Then he stopped, left him like that, hard, aroused, and without getting him off again.
Both men lay on the bed, relaxed and smiling.
Diego reached for something he’d evidently laid on the nightstand. “I got you something.”
“That was nice of you.” Greyson opened it to see a silver watch. It looked masculine and high quality. “Thanks. This is great.”
Diego smiled and fastened it around Greyson’s wrist. “It looks good on you. I wanted to have a symbol of our relationship for you to wear.”
He admired the polished silver against his skin. “I appreciate it.”
They shared a slow, intimate kiss.
“You know, it’s all right if you don’t want to take your Dom/sub relationship with Melanie outside the bedroom,” Diego said in a mellow tone that radiated with caution. “It doesn’t make you any less of a man if your dominance isn’t as demanding as mine.”
Walls were immediately erected and Greyson sat up suddenly and looked at his friend indignantly. “What are you saying? You think I’m more submissive to you than I am dominant with a woman?”
Diego looked right back at him, dark eyes knowing, accusing, and dead wrong as far as Greyson was concerned. “Are you?”
“I’m not your bitch.”
“I didn’t say you were, but when we had Nakota you always had her call you Sir and kept referring to her as our sub unless I corrected you or you caught yourself. Does it bother you that you have no interest in owning a slave, but you burn to be owned completely by a man?”
Greyson flew up and wrapped the towel around his waist, tying it roughly in anger. He didn’t understand why he was shaking so badly. “Get out. Melanie’s going to be my slave just as much as she is yours. I let you top me. That’s it.”
Diego redressed. “I just don’t want you to feel obligated to have a power exchange with a woman simply because I do. You’re still a man even if you only want a bedroom Dom/sub relationship with Melanie.”
He left before Greyson could give him any kind of comeback. Something in Diego’s words relieved him like the elephant crushing him had finally decided to get his big butt off him.
When he glanced down at the watch around his wrist, it made him hard. He knew it was just a gift between friends, but in his head it felt like a discreet version of a collar. The idea of Diego owning him made his cock throb, but that could have been the pulsating aftershocks of his climax.
* * * *
The next morning Greyson couldn’t take his eyes off her. Melanie bewitched him with her soft, voluptuous body that was sun-darkened save for the areas a bikini would cover. He’d seen her in a bikini swimming with his brothers in the lake the other day while he’d sat on the balcony attached to his room. His plans of relaxing on the furniture and reading in the sunlight had gone out the window when he saw her sun-soaked curves.
When she’d come inside, tiny droplets of water lingered on her skin and it had been most distracting. He’d been torn between wanting to lick all the water drops off her flesh and tearing that bikini off and fucking her hard on the dining room table, or the island in the kitchen. It didn’t much matter where. He’d just wanted to have at her.
Now she stood completely naked in his room, wearing only her black leather training collar. Her breasts were memorable and heavy with big, pleasing nipples that were taut with arousal. Her coral areolas puckered with interest, and her down-soft flesh smelled of jasmine.
Her bare pussy looked so soft and her sex lips pouted for a kiss, a touch.
Upon his instruction, she went down into the usage position. The bear rug probably felt exquisite on her undressed body as she had her head on the floor with her ass in the air and her thighs spread open wide. He wanted to drive his achy dick into her, but he held back. She needed preparation first.
Running his palm down her spine in admiration, he smiled when she shivered. “You’re so beautiful, Melanie.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He eased the small anal plug out of her and then supplanted it with a larger light blue ass plug. That seemed to be the primary color scheme his brothers and Diego had chosen for her—to match her breathtaking eyes no doubt.
Melanie winced and her anus locked onto the big toy wedged in her sphincter.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes, Sir. It’s quite large.”
“It has to be. I’ve got a pretty thick girth.”
When she was calm and loose again, he pushed the remaining inches into her body. She took it well, groaning in discomfort and apparent desire. Her sex lips glistened with a sheen of lust…for him. That made him feel good.
He brushed his hand over her buttocks one at a time to relax her, and if he was honest with himself, for the mere rush of touching her supple flesh.
“You need to pick a different safe word.”
“Yes, Sir. May I as
k why?”
“Vanilla shouldn’t come up too often during sex, but if it’s an instructional moment or we’re discussing BDSM it might. Your safe word should be something that won’t ever come up.” He rolled his eyes. “Emmett should have corrected you on it.”
“I chose it, Sir. Emmett said he considers himself a Top more than a Dom.”
“At least he’s honest,” Greyson muttered. “Pick a different word.”
She thought for a moment. “Wallaby, Sir.”
“What the hell is a wallaby?”
“It’s a type of marsupial, Sir. They’re very cute. I would have one as a pet if I could.”
He sat there for a moment before nodding slowly and feeling a smile creep up his face. “That definitely won’t come up during sex. I would hope not anyway.”
She giggled, maintaining the position.
He used the internet on his phone. “Now I’ve got to know.”
The images that resulted were indeed cute. Wallabies resembled a smaller version of a kangaroo and they looked so soft. He showed her the picture and she turned her head to see it.
Smiling, she asked “Aren’t they adorable, Sir?”
“They are.” He set the phone aside. “Hop up.”
He guided her to her feet, unable to resist putting his hands on her. She licked her lips when he began to tie her to one of the big log posts in his room. The delicate swipe of her wet tongue over her full, pouty lips made his cock even harder and it started to throb.
He knew she was aware that they would engage in some light knife play today since they’d discussed it. Still, her body language said she was nervous.
Diego had informed him that she tried to push herself during scenes to submit to them in everything, but he’d had to get her to fill out her list of limits a couple of times because she’d marked everything as okay when there were clearly some things that scared her.
Greyson needed to know that she wouldn’t pull that same passivity with him during a scene and not use her safe word if she really wanted to.
