Chapter 21
Chad stepped out of the shower to find Peter leaning against the sink with his arms crossed over his chest. The alpha was wearing a short-sleeved t-shirt, his big biceps forcing the sleeves to ride up, and tight blue jeans that showed off exactly what he was packing.
Chad froze, the feeling of being essentially naked while Peter was fully dressed making him feel all weird and funny in his stomach—and in his cock.
“Hey,” he said, his voice coming out a little hoarse.
“Hey, you,” Peter replied, tilting his head. “We found out who tried to kidnap you today.”
Chad felt a flush of relief.
“You did?”
Peter nodded, telling him all about Andrew Silkwood and his secretary.
“She can’t be that hard to track, can she?” Chad asked. After all, a beta going up against the combined efforts of Merchant and Dawn wasn’t going to last long.
“They haven’t found her yet,” Peter said. “But I’m sure Merchant will find her sooner rather than later. Besides, the good news is that they didn’t pay for a second attempt.”
Chad smiled, relieved that he wouldn’t have to have Aiden shadowing him anymore. The less he saw of the other alpha the better.
“Are you hungry?” Peter asked, pushing away from the sink and standing up straight.
The move brought him closer and Chad almost took an involuntary step back.
Instead he lifted his hand and brushed the back of his knuckles over Peter’s abs, feeling the hard ridges through the thin cotton of his shirt.
The muscles clenched in response to the touch and Peter took a sharp breath.
“A little,” Chad said, answering Peter’s question.
“Good. Dinner is ready.” Peter took a step back, and Chad moved toward the door to the bedroom.
“Great, I’m just going to get dressed.”
“No.”
Chad froze, looking over his shoulder at Peter. He waited for Peter to explain, but the alpha just licked his lips and smiled.
“No?” he asked, his voice cracking.
“Finish drying off and wait on the bed,” Peter ordered, moving into the walk in closet and closing the door behind him. Chad’s cock hardened at the sheer force behind Peter’s command, tenting his towel and making his balls feel tight.
He finished drying off and walked into the bedroom, sitting down on the end of the bed while he waited to see what Peter had in store for him.
His stomach twisted with excited nerves, and he wondered how hard Peter intended to play.
He could be in for anything from some light bondage and spanking to full mummification followed by the bullwhip.
Unless Chad voiced a preference, Peter would do whatever he was in the mood for.
Whatever Peter had planned, Chad couldn't wait.
A second later Peter emerged from the closet and Chad’s mouth pooled with drool.
Peter hadn’t changed his clothes, but he’d put on a pair of heavy boots and tight leather gloves, and the effect was amazing.
Peter always looked dominant and in charge, but add even a little bit of leather and he was suddenly all dom.
Peter grinned at Chad’s reaction, and Chad felt his cock throb at the wicked expression.
Peter was carrying a small gym bag that looked like it was bursting at the seams, a few shiny leather straps sticking out of the top, hinting at what lay inside.
“Stand up,” Peter ordered, his tone calm and authoritative and impossible to disobey. Chad shot to his feet and took a step forward, cock bouncing against his stomach, his chest rising with a sharp gasp when Peter reached out and grabbed his nipple between his thumb and index finger.
“Do you like that?” Peter asked, pinching down and pulling on Chad’s nipple. The pain was exquisite and sent a stream of pre-cum gushing from Chad’s cock.
“Yes, sir,” Chad said, rising up on his toes when Peter started pulling his nipple up.
Then, moving almost too fast for Chad to realize what he was doing, Peter let go of his nipple and lifted his hand up, punching Chad’s chest hard enough to have him crashing down on the bed.
The impact was blunt and painful, and it felt just as good as having his nipple squeezed.
Chad grinned up at the ceiling while Peter leaned down and slapped an open palm down on his abs. The sound was like a crack of thunder, and Peter followed it with a fist to his gut that knocked the air right out of his body.
He loved impact play.
“What’s your safeword?” Peter asked, pushing his closed fist down on Chad’s bellybutton. Chad was lying on his back, legs hanging off the edge of the mattress with his feet on the floor, Peter standing between his legs and leaning down over him like some kind of menacing demon.
“Red,” Chad gasped, having no intention of using the word.
“Good boy.” Peter punched him again, and Chad’s upper body lifted off the bed as his gut absorbed the impact. The feeling went right to his cock and it took everything he had not to reach for the stiff length and jerk himself off.
Then again, it might be worth it just to see how Peter punished him.
“Don’t even think about it,” Peter growled, his hand coming down on Chad’s throat and squeezing hard. Chad blinked up at the alpha, breath cut off and feeling like he was going to choke from the pressure on his Adam’s apple. He let his hands fall limp by his sides.
How the fuck had Peter knows what he was thinking?
“There’s a good boy,” Peter said, loosening his grip on Chad’s throat and letting him breathe. The feeling of his smooth leather glove against the stubble covering Chad’s throat was heavenly, and he closed his eyes as Peter dug his fingers into the underside of his jaw.
Peter lifted his other hand, black glove a blur in the corner of Chad’s eye, and slapped him. The hit wasn’t hard—nothing like the one to his abs—but Chad still felt rocked to his core. He moaned, only Peter’s hand on his throat preventing him from lifting his face up in search of more.
“Kinky little shit,” Peter crooned, rubbing Chad’s face and tracing his lips with the pad of his thumb. He pressed inside and rubbed over Chad’s teeth. “You’re just loving this, aren’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” Chad said, words distorted by the finger pushing down on his tongue.
“You’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?
” Peter mused, sounding awed and enormously turned on by that fact.
He lifted the hand on Chad’s throat up and pushed three fingers past his lips, sliding them down over his tongue and making him gag.
“Anything I can think of, and you’ll just… take it.”
Chad closed his eyes and moaned, doing his best to control his gag reflex as Peter fucked into his throat. The alpha’s words sent little sparks of pleasure down his spine, even though they both knew that there were plenty of things that would have Chad tapping out in a second.
But for a moment it was fun to pretend that anything went.
“On your belly,” Peter said, withdrawing his fingers and wiping them off on the front of his shirt.
He straightened to his full height and picked up the bag he’d let fall to the floor, dropping it down on the bed as Chad slowly rolled onto his front.
Chad had to pull his legs up over the edge of the mattress to do it, Peter showing no inclination to move out of his way.
Once he was on his stomach, Chad pushed back down to the end of the bed so that his legs were spread out on either side of Peter’s body.
He felt deliciously vulnerable.
“Hands behind your back,” Peter commanded, pulling something out if the bag. Chad was about to turn his head to see what when he felt Peter’s palm pushing down on his neck. “Head down.”
Chad shuddered at the growl in Peter’s voice, and he pushed his face down into the sheets.
“Hands,” Peter reminded him, and Chad hurried to push his hands behind his back.
Peter started sliding something up both his arms, lifting it higher and higher until Chad grasped what it was.
It was an armbinder. The leather was soft and supple, and Peter pulled it past Chad’s elbows and all the way up to his biceps.
Even unlaced it pushed his shoulders back painfully, and when Peter started pulling it closed, forcing his arms together from wrist to elbow, it hurt.
“You can take it,” Peter said, grabbing something else from his bag.
Chad felt something touch down on the back of his neck—wide and stiff—and a second later he realized that it was a posture collar.
Peter fastened the collar around his neck, angling his jaw up and fitting it into the indentation in the collar, immobilizing his head completely.
Chad groaned when Peter started stroking his hair, thick fingers rubbing over his scalp and tracing behind his ears with gentle firmness.
When Peter withdrew his hand, Chad felt the echo of his fingers far more acutely than he did the pain or discomfort of his bondage.
“You look so good like this,” Peter said, reaching into his bag again. Chad held his breath as he felt Peter lift something toward his head, and he almost called out his safeword when Peter started sliding a supple leather hood down over his eyes.
“Relax,” Peter said, his voice low and dark and impossible to disobey. He sounded infinitely patient. Chad took a deep breath and surrendered to what Peter wanted to do to him.
It wasn’t a full hood, Chad understood after a moment.
It didn’t cover his mouth, acting instead like an oversized blindfold.
Peter laced it tight and then connected it to the posture collar with a series of buttons.
They each made a loud cracking sound as they snapped shut, and Chad realized that the collar and blindfold were designed to work together.
“Come on,” Peter said once the blindfold was in place. He pulled away from where Chad was lying on the bed, and as he retreated Chad felt something tugging on his collar.
Peter had put him on a leash.
Stumbling to his feet, unsteady and off balance with his arms pulled so strangely out of position, Chad let the pull on his collar lead him after his alpha.