Page 9 of The Year of Us: June

“Hell, no.”

“You’ll still be a good boy if you safe-word,” I reassured him, brushing my thumbs over his cheekbones before combing myfingers through his hair to try and tame it again after I’d messed it up.

Reese scoffed. “I know that. You act like I’ve never had a plug in my ass. You should know better than anyone that doms can take things in the ass, Cory.” He moved and winced. Glancing down at his pants, he made a face.

“There’s a bathroom.” I pointed to the door that led to my private bathroom. One of the perks of being in demand was a nice corner office with all the luxuries. “You can clean up before you leave.”

Reese rose to his feet, pausing to kiss me quickly before he slipped into the bathroom.

I could definitely get used to being in LA.

CHAPTER 8

Reese

I was unashamedlynaked when Cory got home. Flat on my back with my legs bent at the knees and my fingers twisted nervously in the sheets. He commanded my space the way he commanded any space, stalking into my apartment like the predator he was. He dropped his laptop bag on the floor and toed off his shoes at the same time he worked loose the knot on his tie. He pulled his belt halfway off before stopping himself, and then he was on the bed, between my legs with his face buried between my asscheeks.

“Hello to you too,” I managed to tease, arching off the bed as he made short work of spearing his tongue straight into my ass.

He groaned in reply, fingers digging into my thighs so he could spread my legs wider. He was still dressed, tie loose around his neck, top two buttons of his shirt undone. His pants on, belt and fly open and I wished so desperately for his cock. If he’d left me hard and wanting all day the way he’d done to himself, I would have been on the brink of an explosion.

“God, I’ve missed you,” he said, most likely to my ass and not to me.

He pulled back enough to lick me from my taint to my balls with long and hot strokes of his tongue that had me shivering. I reached for his hair, not above pulling him up to my mouth so I could get our bodies better aligned. But as soon as I got my hand into his hair, he curled his fingers around my wrist and made a very pleased sound.

“I knew you’d do that,” he whispered, shifting to kiss the inside of my wrist. He moved so he was kneeling between my legs, eyes dancing with some new and uncharted kind of playful danger. Cory’s tongue darted out, licking across his lower lip that was already wet with more than enough spit to get me ready for him. “I didn’t say you could touch me, Reese. Did I?”

The question was slow and tentative, and I knew it was asking much more than it appeared on the surface. It was the ask for a scene that we hadn’t fully negotiated. Not that he wanted to go into it without negotiating, Cory would never. But normally we talked things through far enough in advance that I knew what kind of games would be expected or played. This was…

This was new.

I propped myself up onto my elbows and gazed down at him, my cock between us, still hard and leaking, not scared in the slightest about what he was asking of me.

“No,” I rasped. “You didn’t.”

Cory pulled his tie free from his shirt and gestured at my arms, his stare steady on my face the whole time. My heart rate spiked, but I brought my hands together in front of me as he—very loosely—wrapped his tie around my wrists.

“Is that too tight?” he asked.

I shook my head.

“Is that too tight, Reese?” he repeated.

My chin quivered, but I forced the word out, “No.”

A small smile settled on his lips. “One day.”

He traced his fingers over the places where the silk encircled my wrists, his skin a shocking warmth next to the coolness of the tie.

“We don’t touch without asking, Reese,” he said. “Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I croaked, fingers already itching to touch him again, but my cock positively throbbed with want at our new predicament.

“I’m going to spank you, Reese,” he said gently. “A punishment.”

“I didn’t know.”

“It’s not a punishment for you.” Cory tugged my wrists and pulled me over his lap. He was sitting on the edge of my bed by the time he got me where he wanted me, naked with my ass up again for him, my bound hands on the other side of his body.