Chapter 12 #2
No, actually, I knew why. I’d been in his position, had people tell me I couldn’t be a tattoo artist. It was because of my mentor back in LA that I was where I am now.
Oliver deserved that, too, no matter how much of a shithead he was.
Not to mention, the closer we became, the easier it would be to hurt him—or so I told myself.
“Inking someone’s skin takes a lot of skill. You’ll need to practice, day and night. Hone your craft, which includes your art,” I said.
I slid off my glasses and placed them on the coffee table along with the sketchbook, then crowded him.
He straightened, some of the hardened expression from before working its way onto his face.
His lips pressed into a thin line. A tear escaped the corner of his eye, and my cock twitched as I smeared the dampness with my thumb, then brought it to my lips, sucking away the salt.
“I can teach you. Train you.”
Oliver’s face twisted into something furious and he shoved me, palms flat on my chest, but the action barely made me flinch. “Right. Like I believe that. What do you want?”
I shrugged, forcing myself closer to him.
His gaze brushed across my chest and up my neck until it latched on to mine. The flush returned, spreading red over his cheeks again. The dimple in his chin stood out as he scowled. He didn’t trust me at all.
“You as my apprentice.”
“Why?” The self-flagellation in his tone made my upper lip curl in irritation.
I would never let anyone make me feel bad.
I thrived off my confidence, willing to sacrifice it all to prove someone wrong.
Seeing Oliver this way, willing to let other people’s opinions define him, caused rage to swell in my chest. I didn’t like the guy, but no one should hold that kind of power over another person.
I grabbed his throat, eliciting a gasp from him as I shoved him back against the wall, my fingers curling into his delicate flesh. Leaning closer, I smirked. “I said you needed to refine your linework and perspective, I didn’t say you were hopeless. Didn’t tell you to jump off a bridge.”
I squeezed his windpipe with enough pressure to make him shudder but not cut off his air. His neck was a fragile little thing like the rest of him, and as much as I loved seeing him cry, I wouldn’t choke him. Not yet, anyway. The bruise I’d left on his neck yesterday had heat flooding my cock.
He shoved himself up on his toes, not wriggling out of my grip, but trying to lessen my hold on his throat. “You could easily hire someone with more talent.”
I laughed and nipped his bottom lip, teeth digging into pouty flesh.
He moaned and his hips rocked, knocking his hardening cock against mine.
The zipper and button of my jeans were still undone, so it wouldn’t take much for him to reach in and jerk me off.
The thought sent a wave of heat through me, settling at the base of my spine.
“I could, but I want you, kitty, with your sharp claws and witty insults. I enjoy it when you play hard to get. Thought you were a mouse earlier. I was wrong.”
He exhaled, breath fanning across my chin. “What about KC?”
“He’s more of a puppy.” I chuckled when his eyes narrowed. “What about him?” I tilted my head, smirking. “He’s pretty, isn’t he? Sweet as they come. I want him, too. I want his submission. He’s such a good boy, but you? You’re rotten. I’ll claim both of you.”
Bringing Oliver into this relationship wasn’t part of the plan, but it killed two birds with one stone. Let it never be said I didn’t think on my feet. Luke loved them, so I’d crush them.
Hurting Luke was my goal, and this game with Oliver and KC made it a lot easier. If fucking them and being nice to them got me what I wanted, then I wouldn’t complain. That was all this was. Getting what I wanted. Right? No, fuck that. I wasn’t going to overthink it. Of course it was.
Plus, my dick loved their attention.
Oliver shoved a finger into my shoulder, glaring. “You can’t just decide that, asshole.”
I chuckled. “Well, you know the safe word, Kitten. Say it and I’ll stop.”
He opened his mouth, then closed it again. His lips twisted and scrunched, and he went through an array of emotions that flickered across his face like a silent movie. I watched, amused. I didn’t know if he realized how loud he was with his feelings without saying a single word.
“Fuck you,” he grumbled. “You’re the biggest asshole ever.”
I nipped the corner of his mouth and gave his throat a playful squeeze, making sure my fingers caught that bruise.
“Glad you enjoy it. This is what we’re going to do.
KC has a game this weekend. We’re going to go and support him.
He said his pa will be there. We’re not going to talk to him.
It’s a little early for me to meet him, if you know what I mean? ”
Oliver grunted.
“KC, you, and me are going to spend the weekend together. I’m going to fuck you, then him, and he’s going to fuck you while I fuck him, and maybe if you’re a good boy, we’ll spit roast you.”
He shuddered, a small moan slipping from him before he could stop it. He clamped his lips together, and the sight of his struggle sent a wave of hunger through me. He was precious, the kind of adorable where I wanted to eat him all up. Cute aggression—that’s what they called it.
“Then, this coming Wednesday, you’re going to come into my shop.
We’re renovating this week and should be done by then.
I’m going to start teaching you about inking.
If you have a job, quit. You work for me.
You’re mine, Oliver. KC is mine. You both are until I say you’re not.
” I dug my nails into the vulnerable skin on his neck, and he whimpered.
The sound wove its way straight to my balls, but I wasn’t going to fuck him today.
No. I was going to make him wait. Make him crave me.
“I’m going to worship you and fuck you until you can’t decide if you hate me or love me.
And every time I treat you the way you deserve, you’re going to say thank you, Sir. Am I clear?”
“Fuck you, Sir.” He bared his teeth, and I laughed louder, swiping my tongue over his lips. He nipped at me, but I pulled away in time.
“Such a feral little kitty. Don’t worry, I’ll train you. By the time I’m done, you’ll be licking me gratefully.” I released him, and without me holding him up, he slid down the wall until he all but melted to the floor. “You’ll come to my apartment before the game. We’ll go together.”
Oliver glared but didn’t say anything. He used the wall for balance as he rose and his knees trembled under his weight. Clearly, he’d enjoyed my attention a lot more than I’d expected. Lovely. I wanted him wrapped around my little finger by the time I was done with him and KC.
“Fine.” He raised his chin. “How did you get my number anyway? Did KC give it to you?”
I smirked. “Wouldn’t you like to know? Go. Now. Before I bend you over my couch and fuck you again.”
He hesitated, eyes flashing with heat, then snatched his sketchbook off the coffee table and scrambled toward the door. He left in such a hurry, he nearly tripped over his feet.
All I could do was chuckle and give my cock a good squeeze. I couldn’t wait for this weekend. Mind games were the best.