Chapter 6
Colton is unbearably hard now and his cock is insistent and painful. God, he wishes he could shove Graham down to the floor and fuck his mouth or come on his face. He forces the idea away. It isn’t happening.
“How are you, sweetheart?”
Graham blinks his eyes open. “Please make me come again. Like this,” he asks, soft and hazy.
“Like what?”
“Full. I love your fingers in me.”
“Rest against me for a minute first.”
A few minutes pass and Colton finally has enough control of himself to think about Graham’s request. It’d be good for him. And maybe the drug is still riding him. He doesn’t want to leave Graham to suffer. “You want to come again, baby?”
Graham clenches on Colton’s fingers in answer. His eyes are closed.
“Okay. Alright. Hey, clean my chin up,” Colton demands. “You made a mess of me.”
Graham leans forward, little kitten licks as he cleans up his own come off Colton’s chin. It’s cooled, is undoubtedly unpleasant, but Graham doesn’t even hesitate. He’s been given a task and he obeys unquestioningly.
“Lovely boy,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to Graham’s forehead before Graham slips lower, awkwardly cleaning Colton’s neck where a heavy splash of come has slipped down his throat and into the neck of his shirt.
Graham spreads his legs and arches his back. His ass is up and offered, Colton’s fingers hooked into him. It has the added bonus of making sure Graham doesn’t fall off the chair.
“Think you need a hook in that ass, don’t you, sweetheart?”
Graham clenches at the idea.
“Look at you. You’re perfect. The way you smell and taste, how sweet you are, and how responsive.
You came so hard for me. So good,” he says while Graham drifts.
He means it. God, he wishes this man was his.
He would be constantly challenging and rewarding.
He wants to know Graham. And he wants to take him apart and put him back together again.
It isn’t that simple.
Graham got stuck with Colton because he was dropping and the director can’t wait a week and a half for the submissive to get himself together after a vicious drop.
After this, he’ll likely never see Graham again.
He worries about whether or not he overstepped, or if Graham will be upset when this is over and he’s come back to himself.
Time passes.
Graham’s cock is still hard. He kisses Colton’s neck, nuzzling and making soft sounds of need.
He’d relaxed internally when he’d gone into subspace and it’s been easy to keep his fingers buried in Graham, but now that Graham is wanting to come again, it’s almost torture to know that this is how Graham’s ass would feel on his cock and that he can’t have it.
They’re almost done here.
But not yet.
Graham wants to come again, and Colton wants to make him.
He kisses Graham aggressively and presses his fingers deeper. Graham grunts and shifts forward with the momentum. His cock spills at the rough treatment, and Graham grinds back, always wanting more, until Colton pulls him forward with his hooked fingers.
“Harder,” Graham demands, because he loves the pain. Maybe not all pain, but pain there. Anal submission would likely be a necessity for Graham to be content and balanced.
“Make me come this way,” he pleads.
Graham is so dry he doesn’t dare. If Graham regrets this later, the painful reminder of a sore ass will be the last thing he wants.
Colton jerks him off instead, a slow, repetitive motion, pressing deep at the base of his cock and twisting up over the head. Muscles contract weakly against his fingers, which are still buried in the submissive’s passage.
Graham breathes harshly, begs to come with soft whispers and his gaze fixed on Colton’s face. He’s sweet and perfect. Colton takes care of him, all of it gentle and rough at the same time.
Graham is sweet and weak, willing to endure and taking whatever touch he’s given. And Colton is rough, his grip hard and dry, a hand job so awful it would make his own cock go soft if he was on the receiving end. But it’s perfect for this submissive and his craving for pain and domination.
This is the submissive he could be.
“There you are. So goddamned sweet and easy now. Jesus, look at you. Receptive and good. I’m proud of you. Taking what I give you and wanting more,” he murmurs.
“Thank you. I—can I?”
“Yeah, honey. Come for me. Be a good boy and give it up for me now. Look at you, coming on command like the perfect sub. I think you are, Graham.”
Graham clenches and comes like a wave is moving through his body, pulsing slow and thick over him. He strips Graham’s cock again, grabs a cloth, and wipes him up gently.
Graham murmurs gratefully, dozes against Colton, and finally Colton’s arm cramps too much and he kisses Graham’s cheek, waking him up. He shifts him forward, pulls his fingers out of Graham’s ass, and Graham moans unhappily.
“Need you in me.”
“We’ve done enough, sweetheart. You were perfect. Amazing.”
“Let me suck you. Please. Want your cock. And I want to thank you. Please?”
He swallows hard, forcing himself not to answer right away. He wants Graham to suck his cock, wants to use him that way. He’d overpower him, go deep and be as selfish as possible so Graham would know just how much he’d turned his Dominant on.
See what I need from you? See what you make me do?
“No, we can’t,” he manages to say, the words pulled from him slowly. A torture to say no. “That’s not part of the plan, baby.” Yeah, ‘cause I did such a good job with the plan, he thinks.
The door opens and the doctor comes in. She unlocks Graham’s wrists and then his feet. Graham groans, slips to the floor, buries his face in Colton’s crotch.
“Can I?” he asks softly. Totally uncaring that the doctor is there with them. “You’re so big and hard. You need it,” he begs.
“No, I’m sorry, Graham.” Not baby, not sweetheart or honey or whatever else he’d said in the heat of the moment.
Colton puts a hand in Graham’s hair comfortingly, lets him stay resting while the doctor hands Colton the monitor.
Graham offers his finger when prompted, rolls his cheek against the hard bar of Colton’s cock.
He’s playing with himself absently, oblivious to everything around them.
There’s no change of expression when Colton pricks Graham’s finger.
His fear is gone. Interesting. The color comes back a dark green.
“Well, that’s amazing. Bright, light green is normal.
He’s close. I’ve never seen him this stable.
You pulled him out of the drop. A good night’s sleep and he might just be okay.
Private, you’re a miracle worker.” She must see the disagreement on his face.
“He usually stays in the hospital for days. He’s ashamed and sad. I’ve never seen someone drop harder.”
The doctor drapes a blanket around Graham, and the urge to push her away and stay with him feels necessary. This is his submissive. No one should touch him but Colton.
The door opens again and Director Fein comes over to them, frowning, arms crossed, face inscrutable. “Looks like a job well done.”
It was and it wasn’t. He knows that. He strokes a hand up and down Graham’s back.
“They’re bringing in a bed. We’ll get him transported over to medical and you can be on your way,” the doctor says.
He nods.
This is it then.
His moment of helping Graham and getting to be his Dominant is done.
Services rendered. Graham is hot and heavy against him.
He’s totally out and the softness in his hard body, the absolute trust in his willingness to be unconscious and have Colton protect him, fills Colton with a deep peace he’s not sure he’s ever felt before.
There’s a part of him that thinks this might be it. This might be the best moment in his life, the absolute highlight. This man is meant to be his submissive.
They bring in a transport bed along with two big orderlies who are apparently going to be the ones to get Graham onto the bed. The director steps into Colton’s sight line, interrupts his glaring at the men coming closer.
“We’ll take care of him.”
“You? Or them?” Colton demands.
“All of us.”
He nods. The men reach for Graham, and Colton physically can’t bring himself to let go. “Don’t,” he growls, all threat. Graham is his. He will not turn him over, unconscious and vulnerable, to strangers. It just isn’t in him.
The orderlies pull back, look to the doctor. She kneels down next to Colton.
“He isn’t yours,” she says, like she’s reading his mind. “Put your hands on the chair, just hold there and we can do this as quick as possible. You took care of him and now it’s time to let him go.”
His throat is clogged with grief. He puts one hand and then the other on the chair, pushes his head back against the seat and breathes heavily. He might panic or snap, lash out at everyone, and then what?
“Look, just look at me,” she says, and so he does. She becomes blurry and he blinks.
Graham is lifted from his lap and Colton’s eyes slam shut. He can’t stand to see Graham touched and taken.
“They’ll get him hydrated and make sure he eats. He’s going to be fine. Your job is done. You were the best Dom.”
He needs a moment before he’s able to stand.
“So, if we need you again, can we call?” she asks.
He nods. Of course. The army has already loaned him out once, wouldn’t they be willing to do it again?
Colton gives her his cell phone number and follows someone out of the gym, through the maze of the office building, and then to the door.
He steps out into the sunlight. He looks back at the building after crossing the street, not really believing what just happened.
And he still doesn’t know where he is or what branch of the military he was loaned out to.
A driver is there with the SUV. He opens the door for Colton.
As the city passes, he touches his shirt, feels the places where Graham’s come is drying. Not a lot that’s more real than drying come, he thinks, and shakes his head.
He needs a fucking drink.