Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
“I never agreed to this.”
“Okay, then,” Dylan responded. “Just know, if you’re not interested, then I’m not interested in your threesome. I’ll pursue Erin on my own.”
Ford stared at him for far too long. Was he considering it? Truthfully, Dylan did have some interest in having sex with him and Erin at the same time. He hadn’t done a threesome before, and he wasn’t against it. He’d simply never sought out the opportunity.
Today, it was landing in his lap. However, he was well aware of possible issues doing one.
Jealousy, or someone feeling ignored.
He had to take into account that he would be the odd man out here. Ford already had an ongoing intimate relationship with Erin.
Dylan did not.
Did he want one with her badly enough to put himself in this type of situation?
Earlier, his attention couldn’t be pulled away from what Ford had been doing to Erin on the spanking bench. While watching, he fantasized about standing in Ford’s place. Not long after, he also had flashes of Ford being the one tied up and getting the same treatment as given to Erin.
He couldn’t tell what turned him on more.
The truth was, he wanted to fuck them both. Only, he never considered doing it at the same time and in the same place. A twist he hadn’t seen coming.
But right now, Dylan really wanted to recreate that scene with Ford. He wasn’t sure if the man would agree since he already stated he normally didn’t bottom.
“If I did this with you, you’d consider our proposal?” Ford asked.
“Our?”
“Yes, our . Do you think I’d propose something like that without getting her consent first?”
Consent was a requirement on this ranch, whether it involved a guest, employee or even a visitor. But still, he found this proposal surprising. “She wants a threesome? With the two of us?”
“I told you she’s changed. Just like you did. Only you had to leave to find your true self. She found hers here.”
Dylan sneered. “I’m tired of people trying to make me feel guilty for leaving.”
“That’s not what I’m trying to do. You left for a reason and that reason belongs to you. You knew what you needed and shouldn’t feel guilty about that.” Ford tipped his head to the side. “Anyway, Erin discovered a lot about herself after you left. So, in a way, you leaving also helped her find her true self, too.”
“Are you saying she’s grateful that I left?”
“That’s not what I’m saying. Look, I’m done talking about Erin without her being involved. If you have questions about or for her, you need to hear those answers directly from the source.”
Dylan could respect that. “If we’re done talking and you’re not getting undressed, then there’s no point in us being in this room.” He didn’t want to hold up the cleaning crew for no reason.
When Ford continued to stand there, Dylan shrugged and headed for the door. As he reached for the knob, the jingle of a metal belt buckle being released made him pause. He stayed facing the exit and listened carefully to see if Ford was just jerking him around.
However, the rustling behind him got his blood flowing south again. His ears picked up the thump of boots being removed. The slide of denim over long legs. The whisper of cotton over defined abs, broad shoulders and thick, corded arms.
He didn’t have to use his eyes to see it, he could envision it in his mind.
“Are you leaving or staying?”
That deep, gravelly voice sent an unexpected shudder through him.
At first, when he discovered he was attracted to men, he thought it was a fluke. An anomaly. Something he’d outgrow. A lot of college kids liked to experiment, and he was no different.
The first time he kissed a guy, he was drunk.
The second time, he was stone-cold sober.
The first time he had sex with a man, he was nothing but a ball of nerves.
The second time, he wasn’t much better.
Unfortunately, same for the third.
It took a while before he was somewhat comfortable with it. In the back of his mind, he kept worrying about the stigma.
Some days he still did.
With time and experience, he discovered what he liked and didn’t. One being, he was attracted to specific people, not specific genders. To him, it didn’t matter if that individual was a man or a woman. One of his past partners informed him that made him a pansexual and not bi.
Bottom line, Dylan didn’t give a shit about labels.
He also had no desire to shout from the rooftops who he was at his very core. It was no one’s business except his own. Not even the person he was having sex with. Because that was all it was… Usually a brief encounter that didn’t include the sharing of personal details.
He never stuck around long enough for anyone to do a deep dive on him.
For him, Erin would be different. He hoped to rekindle the relationship they established so long ago that abruptly ended. However, if he wanted a shot at her, it seemed as if he had to go through Ford.
“I’m naked,” he heard from behind him. “That’s what you wanted, right?”
That was one of many things he wanted. “It’s a start.” Pulling in a bolstering breath, he turned…
And took in the man from the thick, dark hair on top of his head all the way south to his long, well-manicured toes. Clearly, the facilities manager took pride in his health and physique.
Dylan jerked when he heard, “Now what?”
Ford’s question sounded huskier than normal, and his hard-on jutted straight out from his body. Seeing a pearl of precum clinging to the tip made Dylan’s mouth water. However, he would not be servicing Ford today, despite the desire to do so.
His own erection, ready to get the party started, kicked impatiently in his jeans.
Ford cocked a dark eyebrow. “Are you only going to stand there and stare?”
“I’ll do what I want since you’re not making the rules.”
One side of Ford’s mouth hooked upward. “You know the saying about rules, don’t you?”
“They won’t be broken here. Not now. If you can’t take simple instructions, then you might as well get dressed.” He took a risk by saying that, but Dylan stood behind his words. If he allowed Ford to do whatever he wanted in this situation, they would end up butting heads and getting nowhere except frustrated. Or, an even bigger concern, Dylan might end up face down, ass up.
For that reason, he needed to take control and keep it. “Since you like to call me ‘boss,’ I plan on earning that title for something other than the fact that I sign your paycheck.”
“I didn’t expect to like being bossed around, but here we are.” Ford planted a hand over his chest, then slid it down over his pebbled nipple and teased Dylan by twisting it.
“Good to know you’re agreeable.” When Ford continued south and reached for his own cock, Dylan barked out a sharp, “No. That’s not yours to touch. In this room, at this moment, that belongs to me. You don’t do anything unless I give you permission first. Do you understand?”
Ford’s eyes turned even darker, and his Adam’s apple bounced in his throat.
“Answer,” Dylan ordered. “And make sure to address me properly when you do.”
Ford’s erection bobbed, but he curled his fingers into his palms, most likely to keep from fisting it. “I understand, Boss .”
“Good.” Dylan moved away from the door and pointed toward the spanking bench. “Now, get on your stomach in the same position you had Erin.”
When Ford hesitated, his eyes flicked from Dylan to the bench before landing back on Dylan, who breathed easier when the man finally headed over to the bench and climbed on. Not only did his muscular arms dangle over the sides, but he was also tall enough that his calves and feet jutted over the end. Dylan would solve that problem the same way Ford had with Erin.
Once Ford was settled in place, Dylan picked up the ankle cuffs from where they’d been left and secured Ford’s legs, using the attached chain to raise them up. “Is your cock getting crushed?”
“Yes,” came the muffled answer.
“Good.” Dylan moved to the front of the bench where their gazes briefly held before he picked up the abandoned wrist cuffs. “Hands behind your back.”
With a soft grunt, Ford placed his hands at the small of his back and Dylan quickly buckled the cuffs on him before hooking the attached chain to the O-ring above. Now he was trussed up in the exact same position as Erin was earlier. He was stuck there until Dylan released him.
Not in any rush, Dylan’s gaze roamed over the man’s stunning body. The only softness he could see was his sack. Other than that, Ford was all lean muscle and tanned, smooth skin. Black fur decorated his suspended legs. Even though it wasn’t thick, Dylan couldn’t resist running his hands over the wiry hairs. Not only did it tickle his palms, he could feel how tense Ford was.
But then, it took a lot of trust to be bound helpless in this position. Unable to escape unless he uttered two simple words. While Erin most likely trusted Ford completely, Dylan was damn sure Ford didn’t trust him in the same way. At least not yet. And possibly never.
After circling the bench and inspecting every inch he could see in that position, he stopped in front of Ford. “Now for your gag.”
Instead of the same bit gag Ford used on Erin, Dylan instead loosened his belt, released the metal button and unzipped his jeans. He pushed his jeans and boxers down only as far as Ford had during his session with Erin, fisted his aching cock and stepped forward.
Dylan held the crown of his cock in front of Ford’s mouth. “Open wide.”
The bound man’s jaw shifted, and he licked his lips but didn’t do as ordered.
“You can use your words if you want this to end,” Dylan reminded him.
The determined look in his employee’s eyes assured Dylan that he would not be hearing the phrase “peanut butter.” While he was damn sure, if given the chance, Dylan could break the man, that wasn’t on the agenda.
Driving his hands into Ford’s hair, Dylan used it to rip his head back, stretching his neck to the point of straining.
“Be a good boy and open up,” Dylan ordered more softly this time.
A low groan escaped Ford when he heard the praise. His eyelids slid closed the same time his mouth opened.
With a whispered, “That’s a good boy,” Dylan shoved his cock inside.
He had to force himself to keep his own eyes open because, damn , it had been too long since he’d gotten head from anyone. In real life, anyway. He’d fantasized fucking this man’s face every night since that kiss in the run-in shed. Only, it was now a reality.
Despite that, he had no plans on finishing in Ford’s mouth. Though, he had a feeling Ford would prefer that over Dylan’s next destination.
He thrust his hips slowly at first, letting Ford adjust to his length and girth. But the urge to go deeper and faster clawed at his insides.
He hadn’t had sex with anyone since coming home to Fisher Falls. He’d been too busy working on building and opening the ranch and didn’t want to be distracted. He figured he’d have plenty of opportunities to find a release once the resort opened and was booked full with horny guests. That was, if he couldn’t win back Erin first.
Even so, he didn’t expect to break his long dry spell with the man who helped construct the very structure they were in. The same man currently in a casual relationship with the woman Dylan had planned to pursue.
What a damn mess.
He still had a hard time wrapping his head around the couple wanting him to join them. Maybe not so much Ford, but Erin…
So surprising and unexpected.
When he glanced down to see Ford watching him intently, his hips stuttered and he lost his rhythm. He quickly recovered and continued.
He should really give the guy an alternate way to tap out since his mouth was full. Especially since his hands were bound, too.
Shit.
When he pulled out, a string of saliva bridged the gap between Dylan’s cock and Ford’s lips. Dylan gathered the spit, using it as lube to stroke his hard-on.
“Since you’re in this position, unable to use your words or your hands, what method of tapping out do you prefer?”
Since Ford’s attention was pulled to Dylan’s hand sliding methodically from tip to root, he sounded distracted when he answered, “I already told you that I don’t need one. However, a clear sign would be me biting you.”
Dylan winced. “And if you had, you would’ve been punished for that.” Once he picked himself up off the ground.
“I would’ve taken my chances.”
That answer ensured Dylan would be keeping his cock out of Ford’s mouth for the rest of the session.
Oh yeah. The man could be arrogant, even strapped down to the spanking bench and in a helpless position.
If Ford was a submissive, he would be labeled as a brat. But it was damn clear he took the dominant role in his encounters.
The same as Dylan.
Normally, that could be a problem, but not today. Today, Ford was at Dylan’s mercy, and he put himself in that position willingly. He had every opportunity to walk out of that room before getting undressed, but he stayed because he was trying to win Dylan over.
That wouldn’t be an easy win.
Dylan snagged the discarded nipple clamps off a nearby table next and showed them to Ford. “Lift up so I can put these on.”
“Boss…”
The attached chain jingled as he bounced the metal clamps in his palm. “These should be the least of your worries. Especially if you normally don’t bottom.”
“It’s been?—”
“Save it. I don’t care how long it’s been.”
With a mumbled curse, Ford arched his back, giving Dylan access to his chest. He attached one clamp to a tightly beaded nipple, draped the chain over the man’s broad back, in case he wanted to tug on them like Ford had with Erin, then attached the other one.
Ford only grimaced for a second or two. When his expression changed to ecstasy, Dylan figured the endorphins were kicking in.
Dylan took in the flesh pinched between the rubber-coated crocodile-type clips and smiled. He flicked the exposed dark pink tip before combing his fingers through Ford’s hair as a reward. “That wasn’t so bad, was it?”
Ford grunted in answer.
“Whatever you do to Erin, you should be able to handle, as well, isn’t that right?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Boss .”