Chapter 11
Graham doesn’t take his hand away. Colton is warm and half-hard, and the idea of making the Dominant come, of following Colton’s directions, makes him feel fuzzy and has his own cock twitching.
His fears and worries, even his anger is slipping away from him, replaced by lust and desire for Colton.
Will he be Graham’s Dominant? For how long? What if Graham isn’t good enough?
“I’ll take care of you. You’ll take care of me. You have to be vulnerable and trust me even if it isn’t what you want to do sometimes. You just agreed, didn’t you? Give in to me now,” he says with so much confidence that Graham is eager to obey.
Colton adjusts Graham’s grip so his hand is wrapped around Colton’s length. He moans, kisses Graham’s cheek and along his jaw. He kisses Graham on the mouth, his cock fully hard, and it’s big. It will hurt. When does he get to have it?
Graham doesn’t know what to do. He wants to leave and he wants to get Colton off as well.
He wants to question everything and get some sort of proof that Colton means what he says.
He doesn’t want to be dismissed and used like some sort of toy.
He needs to be kept. Graham shifts on his feet, balls getting full as his cock begins to harden.
A toy. An object. A hand. “You’re going to use me,” Graham whispers and tries to stay annoyed. Despite himself, lust spills through him at the idea. I don’t want it, he thinks, and a wave of nausea rolls through him. The moment Colton is near him it’s difficult to lie to himself.
“Tighter,” Colton says, and Graham obeys, begins to jerk him off like Colton wants.
Colton’s eyes are closed, his hands all over Graham like he’s just there for Colton’s pleasure, touching, groping, squeezing.
It makes Graham hard and excited, appeals to him in a way he doesn’t really understand but fuck, it’s good.
Use me, he thinks. His nipple is pinched hard and Graham rocks forward on his toes, moaning quietly.
“Pretty nips. I want to put you in clamps.”
Graham’s stomach twists at the idea, both excited and afraid. He’s pinched again, the little bud pulled hard and squeezed harshly. “Yes,” Graham hisses, the pain morphing into pleasure almost instantly.
Colton nips him hard on the lip, demanding his attention.
Graham tightens his grip, kisses Colton’s neck, and focuses on the hard cock in his hand.
Colton groans low, the sound echoing around them and reverberating off the tiles.
“There you go. Good boy. That’s what I need from you,” he says, and Graham puts a hand out to the wall to brace himself, to stay upright when it feels like he’s just had a ton of bricks dropped onto him.
Colton chuckles, thrusts hard into Graham’s fist, pursuing his orgasm.
Graham is falling apart somehow, his body thrumming with the sense that this is too much and not enough.
His own cock is hard and he isn’t quite sure why, but his breathing is uneven and he needs his Dominant to come.
Needs him to be satisfied. More than anything, that’s what he suddenly wants.
“Please, Colton. Please.” He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for. How is it getting twisted around? How come he’s slipping into submission?
“What do you want, sweetheart? Want me to come on your face?”
“I don’t… maybe. I don’t know. What do you want?”
Colton chuckles. “There you are, sweetheart. I’ve got you.
All you need to do is please me. And you do.
You are. So good. There are times to talk and there are times for you to shut up and make me come.
You need to be a good slut for me now. Take care of me and then we’ll talk.
Get down on your fucking knees,” Colton demands, and Graham tries to stop himself from doing it, he really does, but it’s difficult, the need to obey overwhelming.
He keeps himself upright for several heartbeats, each one an agony, time crawling by, an invisible weight pressing down on him, urging him to obey.
“Beautiful,” Colton says, though Graham has no idea why.
Colton squeezes Graham’s pec, hard and careless, a mound of flesh to be squeezed and used, and Graham goes down to his knees.
He’s a thing. He’s here for Colton’s pleasure.
Colton needs to use him now. That’s… everything.
It’s a fundamental part of him and Colton wants that.
Give in, Colton said. Graham sits down on his heels for a moment, practically sways, wants to lie down on the ground and kiss Colton’s feet, just be near him and warmed by him.
Can he love him already? Does he? Is that possible when they’ve only just met?
The water is irrelevant. Everything is background noise except for Colton above him, perfect and demanding.
“There you go. You just let it all go. I’m everything right now. All that matters.”
He is. He fucking is. Gravity pulls him forward and he’s licking Colton’s cock, what he can reach of it around their combined hands. When did that happen? Wasn’t Graham the only one touching Colton?
“God, you’re gorgeous. Open your mouth. Swallow what you catch. Here, sweetheart. This will make you feel better. I want to give this to you.”
The very idea that Colton’s come is going to make him feel better infuriates some distant part of himself that he can usually reach.
But not now. Now his own cock is straining, hard and yet unimportant.
Colton is all that matters. The weight of Colton’s desire is heavy, almost oppressive.
Graham’s not sure he could get up and leave even if he wanted to.
And then he understands that this is what Colton means when he says it’s symbiotic.
Colton using him now, forcing him to do this when it isn’t exactly what Graham wants, is perfect and confusing.
It’s horrible and necessary and he doesn’t want anything else besides this feeling, him diminished to Colton’s desire.
“Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me come. You still annoyed, baby doll?” And he chuckles.
He’s an asshole.
And Graham is on his knees for him, and Colton needs to come, so Graham is going to do what he can to make that happen because he is Colton’s. He wants to be. He wants that more than he wants to argue or be right.
Graham grabs Colton’s thighs, holding on, supporting himself as he gives in completely.
He doesn’t want to be anyone, anywhere, or anything else but a receptacle on his knees for this man.
His skin prickles and he struggles to drag in a breath, feels like he’s drowning.
And Colton is his air, is filling in the cracks and choking him.
Colton’s dominance crashes over him and he gives into it completely.
He seems to go away and remain at once. His mouth is open, waiting, and Colton comes in thick spurts on Graham’s tongue, angles his cock so he comes on Graham’s nose too before one last weak pulse marks his eyebrow.
When Colton’s finished he wipes his cock across Graham’s forehead.
“Thank you, baby. That was good. I feel better now.” He looks down at Graham.
Lowers himself and puts a hand on Graham’s cock.
Graham shudders, almost comes from the light touch, and Colton hums deep in his throat.
“How could I want anyone else when I can have you? Fucking perfect, needy as hell, and look at you, look how hard you are now just because you were good to me when you didn’t want to be.
You can come, sweetheart. Whenever you want. ”
“Tighter,” he begs.
“No,” Colton says, resolute.
Graham whimpers. Closes his eyes.
“How about this?” Colton says, and a finger slides behind his balls to his hole and presses hard and deep, shoving into him dry. His body seizes and he comes hard as he falls forward onto Colton, lets him support his weight as he slips further into dark quiet.
“That’s my sweet little pain slut. I can own you this way, honey.”
“Whatever you want,” Graham says, reverent. He cries out when Colton takes his hand away to turn off the shower. Colton pulls him to his feet and gets them out, dries Graham off, hauls him to bed, and tucks him under the covers.
“Sleep, sweetheart. We can work out everything else in the morning. But it’s just you and me, alright? No one else.”
Graham sleeps.
The call to report in for a rescue mission comes in three hours later, Graham’s phone buzzing and waking him up. He fumbles for it and his voice slurs as he answers.
“Any chance we could get you out on an extraction mission in the next thirty minutes? Your levels look fantastic and I need you there,” Fein says.
“Yes, of course,” Graham says and rubs his eyes with one hand. He yawns. “I’m up and on my way now.”
The line disconnects. Colton is awake and on his side, watching him.
“I have to go.”
“There isn’t anyone else they can send?” Colton demands.
“I have… special skills and my clearance is high, so not really.”
“What do you mean by special skills?”
“Because my designation is so extreme I can approach submissives in distress and they won’t react badly to me. I go in when a Dominant can’t.”
“How often do you do this work?”
“Probably forty or fifty times a year,” he says and sits up. “Fuck, I’m tired. Three days, huh? Would have been nice,” he says and tries not to think about what he’s losing out on.
“I want to see you when you get back. You call me if you need me.”
Which is sweet. “I still haven’t gotten fucked.”
“You needed the rest.” The worst part is that it’s true. He forces himself out of bed and into his clothes. Colton dresses too, both of them casting glances at each other but intentionally keeping a distance.
“What happens to them?” Colton asks.
“Who?”
“The submissives you rescue?”
“I have to go.” He heads toward the door, needing this conversation to end.
He doesn’t have time to explain to Colton that most of the time they’re rescuing submissives from sex slavery and prostitution.
There are a hell of a lot of monstrous men and organizations that want a beautiful, enhanced man that will take any amount of abuse and be grateful for it. Submissives are valuable.
The best outcome for a lot of these rescued submissives is finding a single Dominant who cares for them and wants to be with them permanently. Safety. Companionship. Even love. It can happen.
“Hey,” Colton says, stopping him. He closes the distance between them and Graham tries not to focus on just how much he wants the Dominant in front of him. He was told they’d have time together. His stomach hurts and he wants to both cry and punch something because it’s so fucking unfair.
“What?” It sounds aggressive. “Sir,” Graham says, trying to soften the blow.
Colton looms over him—that’s how it feels—his hands cupping Graham’s cheeks and forcing eye contact. A wave of dominance washes over him and he has to lock his knees so he doesn’t fall down. “Don’t,” he begs. “I have to go.”
“You’re mine now. You come to me when you’re done and I’ll take care of you.”
“Oh,” he whispers and kisses Colton greedily. I want to trust him, Graham thinks. “Be patient with me. I’m not good at this. But I want to try… with you.”
One last kiss and Graham makes himself walk out the door.