19. Zane
NINETEEN
ZANE
Having Hyacinth Cuore at my mercy is every bit as enticing, as alluring as I could’ve imagined.
Others have submitted to me before, but it’s never felt as earth-shatteringly intense as it does right now.
I devour his mouth, my tongue thrusting past his lips, and he yields to the kiss.
I want more than a kiss, though; I need more than a kiss.
Setting the cane aside, I pull away, smirking at the small noise of protest he makes when I break the kiss.
“Shh,” I murmur. “I’ll give you what you want.”
I circle back around him, lightly stroking his hips.
“Lift yourself up,” I order directly into his ear.
Hyacinth obediently straightens his legs, even though it must be hell on his balls with the weights no longer supported by the bench. He doesn’t even flinch as he does it.
I tsk at him. “Don’t hide your reactions, Sin,” I chide. “Don’t you want to please me? I want to hear you struggle.” I run my hands up his body, tugging at the chain between his nipples. “I hope the dildo has you properly prepared for me.”
That’s the only warning I give him.
My cock has been painfully hard this entire time, and the sensation of sinking into his stretched-out, slick ass has me hissing in a breath.
“Let me hear you,” I whisper.
I need to hear him.
I need to know he’s every bit as affected by this as I am.
Hyacinth moans and arches his back, impaling himself on me. His voice is deliciously hoarse—proof of how much he’s suffering for me.
I want more.
“If you want to come,” I tell him, reaching around to stroke his cock, “you’ll have to do better than that.”
It would be difficult for him to come with his balls bound like they are, but I’m chasing my own climax first.
Hyacinth moans louder and tightens his hole. “Please,” he says. He cranes his neck to look at me, the tears shining in his silver eyes.
“Please what?” I pant as I fuck him harder, faster, for all that I remove my hand from his cock and leave him leaking and aching for more. “Tell me.”
“Anything,” he says. “Whatever you want. Please.”
He’d said the same thing in the shower.
For a hardened assassin, he gives in to me so easily. He wants to be dominated and chained.
He wants to be mine.
I groan into his ear, holding his hips as I thrust into him. His body bounces with each motion, and I dig my fingers into his skin hard enough to leave more marks. He’ll wear the evidence of my cane, and he still wears the healing marks of my whip, but I want more.
So much more.
I can’t get enough of him, which is a dangerous thought. He wants me to keep him, but I can only promise so much.
I want to give him everything and take everything in turn, in a way I’ve never wanted to do with anyone before.
But there’s so much at stake. Too much.
Even if he is exquisite, and perfect, and everything I could ever hope for in a lover.
In a partner.
I groan again, and in the space of a few seconds, I tip from almost there to crashing over the edge. I spill into him, filling his ass, and my thrusts are erratic as I fuck him through my climax until I’m too sensitive for more.
What am I supposed to do with him? I can’t be out. I can’t. But the idea of losing this, of leaving it all behind because of the shame and very real fear nipping at me, is almost more than I can stand.
I shove those thoughts away; they’re for a different time, not when I’m fucking into him like this, like I own him, like he’s there for me to use.
I slide out of him, then pat his ass cheek. “Back on the dildo,” I order, breathless and still feeling the need driving me.
This time, it’s for something else entirely.
I need to get out of my head.
I need to see him suffer so beautifully that I forget, even for just a few moments, that I can’t have this forever.
I move to stand in front of him, taking in the sight of his beautiful face. The tears are trickling slowly down his cheeks, and I lean in to lick a long line of them.
“Perfect,” I murmur as he obeys me with a whine and sinks down onto the dildo. “You must be so ready to come.”
Hyacinth stops when the chain on his nipple rings tightens. His nipples are so red and bruised, and they look absolutely gorgeous like this. I flick one nipple experimentally, and Hyacinth cries out in pain from the simple touch.
I unknot the thin rope binding his balls, untying it and dropping it to the side before I play with those, too, squeezing lightly.
“Fuck,” Hyacinth sobs. His mouth parts, his expression still wonderfully dazed.
Then I kneel in front of the bench, watching his face as my tongue darts out to taste the precum leaking steadily from his cock. I hum in satisfaction, then take the head into my mouth, past my lips and almost into my throat.
Hyacinth cries out and snaps his hips forward. I have to grip his thighs to keep him from thrusting too far.
“Please,” Hyacinth begs again. “Please. I can’t… I can’t—”
I chuckle around his cock, and he shudders.
I reach back up to toy with his balls, which have to be as overly sensitive as the rest of him. I tease him leisurely at first, running my tongue along the underside of his cock, and I’m taken off guard when on the first real suck, he lets out a wail and jerks again, flooding my mouth with his cum.
It startles me enough to where some of it trickles from the corner of my mouth, then I swallow, taking it all. I keep going until he’s whining, until he’s begging me to stop, and only then do I pull off of him.
I wipe my mouth with my fingers, stand up, then smear his own cum along his lips. “Good boy,” I say.
Hyacinth licks his lips and licks away his cum.
I lean down and kiss him, even as I unthread the chain from between his nipple rings and help him up off of the dildo. I want to know what he’s thinking, but I also don’t want to pull him out of subspace — assuming I managed to get him there this time.
It’s a point of pride, really, whether I could drive him into that state.
“Tell me how you’re feeling,” I coax him as I unhook the rope from the ceiling.
Hyacinth sways into my embrace, and I wrap my arm around him to keep him upright. “I’m…” He inhales against my neck. “I don’t want to be me.”
The response startles me. He shouldn’t be thinking clearly, least of all enough to not want to be him.
I hold him close, stroking a hand down his bare back. “What do you mean?” I murmur.
I help him sit down on the bench so I can pull my pants back on.
Once I’m half-dressed, I pull him close again so I can coax him in the direction of the doorway.
I won’t make the mistake of leaving him alone again.
There’s no escaping me this time.
“No.” Hyacinth shakes his head, but he embraces me tighter. “You. I’ll be yours. I can do that.”
“Shh. All right. You can be mine,” I agree.
I don’t know how long he can be mine for.
I don’t know why I’m promising this.
Maybe because I want it.
Maybe because I need him.
But…
I shut my thoughts away again. I have to focus on the here and now, not some ambiguous future in which I can’t have him forever.
When we step into the hallway, Mason startles.
“Bring water to my bedroom,” I tell him. “Two glasses. And some snacks, too.”
Mason purses his lips, but he says, “Yes, Boss,” and makes his way downstairs.
“This way,” I murmur to Hyacinth.
Hyacinth smiles against my skin. “I flashed him. He’s going to know you like cock, now.”
Mason had better keep his mouth closed about my preferences in the bedroom.
“Somehow, I think he knew the moment I had you strip and brought you upstairs,” I remark. We get to the master bedroom at the end of the hall, and I open the door for us. “Into bed with you.”
I have to help him onto the bed, and as soon as I lie down next to him, he latches onto me again. It’s like he doesn’t want to be separated from me for even a second.
Strange, coming from the same man who’d run away the last time he was in my home.
I both want to ask him questions and don’t want to shatter this moment. It’s possible that he’s ruminating instead of luxuriating in the afterglow, but all I can do is offer my arms for the moment.
I’m quiet until Mason enters the room with the tray of water and snacks. I help Hyacinth sit up against me and take one of the glasses, gesturing to the night stand for the other.
“Right there,” I tell Mason. “Shut the door on your way out.”
“Yes, boss,” Mason replies.
After he’s gone, I hold the glass to Hyacinth’s lips. “Drink.”
Hyacinth drinks obediently, and that stirs something inside me again.
He’s perfect, when he isn’t trying to kill me.
Maybe he’s still perfect when he is, albeit in a different way.
I make sure he drinks his fill before setting the glass aside.
I shift so I’m resting back against the headboard, keeping him close to me.
I stroke his hair. He probably needs a shower after the sweat and tears, and his ass has to be on fire from the caning, but he doesn’t complain. I’m in no hurry to move either.
“Sleep,” I murmur. “You’ll need the rest. I’ll keep you safe.”
“Who will keep you safe?” Hyacinth asks. He taps his fingers around my nipple. “Your bodyguards are terrible.”
My lips twitch. “Maybe I’ll have you train them on how to protect me against assassins,” I tell him.
“He let you walk out of the building ahead of him. Incompetent,” Hyacinth presses his mouth against my skin. “You need better situational awareness, too.”
“I think I should be offended,” I say dryly. “Are you trying to tell me that I’m slow?”
But if Hyacinth hadn’t been here, I would have taken a bullet right through the chest.
“Too trusting.” Hyacinth raises his hand up to my jaw. “Why did you follow me out? I could have been leading you into a trap.”
“I wasn’t thinking,” I admit. That, and the entire walk had been my idea to begin with. After the shot had gone off, I’d only reacted. “It felt like the best course of action. I went with my gut, and I was right to do so. You saved my life.”
Hyacinth curls himself tighter. His nails dig into my skin. “She’s going to be upset.”
I run my fingers through his hair, then tug lightly at his head to urge him to look up at me. “Is your client going to cause trouble?”
Hyacinth’s silver eyes meet mine.
He looks vulnerable, not at all like the hardened assassin I’ve come to know.
“I’ll take care of it,” Hyacinth says. “It won’t be a problem for you.”
“But it will be a problem for you,” I tell him. “What does that mean for you, Sin?” What will the cost of his protection be for him?
“I’ll figure it out. I’ll…” He drags his nails down my chest. “I’ll be good for you, Zane. So good. You’ve already seen how much I can give you.”
“I have,” I say. “Maybe I should hire you as a bodyguard.”
No one would take him seriously, but he would be good at the job.
It would make him extremely visible though.
Hyacinth presses even closer to me. “If that’s what you want.”
“What about what you want?” I ask him, my fingers stilling in his hair. “You want to be mine; what else?”
Hyacinth shrugs. “I want to keep you and my…” He pauses, then corrects himself. “I want to keep you safe.”
Something’s missing from that statement. He wants to keep his what safe, too? His sister, maybe? His brother? “All right. And right now, what I want is for you to rest. That was an intense scene. Do you want a snack before you sleep?”
“Whatever you want,” Hyacinth murmurs. He rests his head against my shoulder again. “Anything you want.”
As appealing as it is to have a submissive who wants to do anything I want, part of me is wary. Until today, he had been trying to kill me. How can I trust that this isn’t an elaborate act to get me to let down my guard?
Again.
“Rest,” I tell him.
We settle in, and I’m half-dozing myself when somebody knocks on the door.
“Boss?” Stefan’s voice calls out.
When the fuck had he gotten here?
I grumble in annoyance. “What?”
A glance down at Hyacinth reveals he’s sleeping, or pretending to sleep.
“Richard’s here. He says he needs to talk to you ASAP,” Stefan says.
Annoyance bubbles up inside me. “He couldn’t have called?” I ask.
“He says he—hey, wait!”
That’s all the warning I get before the door opens, and Richard walks in.
“Fucking hell, Zane, why are you napping in the middle of the…” Richard stops halfway to the bed. His eyes widen.
Hyacinth raises his arm and waves. “Hi. Richard Moore, I presume?” He sits up and yawns dramatically, the sheet falling away from his chest.
So much for him being asleep.
So much for me doing all of this in private.
So much for secrets.
Well.
Fuck.