Slater peered up, confused. Waiting for the order, he held his breath.
With a quick movement of his chin, Talha pointed to his shoe. “You made it dirty. Clean it.”
Slater gasped and dropped down, digging his nails into the soft pile of the carpet. Heart drumming in his ears, he whispered, “Yes, Master.”
SO TROUBLESOME… TALHA THOUGHT, watching Slater’s tongue work. With every passing day, Slater became needier, more demanding. Controlling his demons had been exhausting. It often required a lot of Talha’s time and energy. If he hadn’t been locking Slater in the basement, his business would have been fucked long ago.
Slater’s lean body, dressed in blue jeans and a simple black t-shirt, moved with every lick. A warm nose brushed against his ankle, and Talha closed his eyes, suppressing the urge to fist Slater’s black hair and guide his head toward his groin. Only the thought that it would be exactly what Slater wanted—to control him, to set his own rules—stopped him.
So troublesome… He peered down. The lazy licks of Slater’s tongue erased the last drops of cum as he shot up a look full of expectation.
“You are in pain, Master.” Slater didn’t ask, but stated in a liquid, variable voice; the intonation flowed from high to low and back with every syllable. Getting up from all fours to his knees, he slid his hot hands up Talha’s thighs. “I’ll help.”
Captivated by the fluid movements of his body, Talha thought that he would never get used to the instant changes in Slater’s behavior. One second—forceful and aggressive—Slater challenged his authority; the next—soft, compliant, obedient—obeying his every order like a loyal dog.
The warm tongue licked a trail up Talha’s pants, causing all his being to scream ‘yes’, but his lips released a cold, measured, “No.”
Disappointment clouded Slater’s eyes, but he didn’t retreat. The heat of his breath oozed through the fabric, reaching Talha’s cock, as the rebellious mouth moved up to the zipper.
“I said enough, Mutt!” Talha stood up, shoving Slater aside with his knee.
Unable to retain his balance, the younger man whacked against the opposite seat. A predatory grin bared his teeth, bringing forward a blood-thirsty sneer. Talha ignored it. Trying to calm down, he strolled out of the private cabin toward the tail of the plane, then entered the bathroom. His palm slapped the mirror as he bent over the sink and splashed cold water on his face. The drops heating on his skin failed to quench the all-consuming thirst for carnal pleasure that Slater ignited within him.
I should have beaten the crap out of him sooner. Fucking Mutt, I wonder when he will stop challenging me, if ever...
The soft click of the door opening kicked Talha out of his thoughts. Instinctively, he faced the noise. His eyes locked with the wicked smile stretching Slater’s full lips. Pressing an index finger to his mouth, his reaper shushed, “Shhh…”
The lock clicked closed behind his back, and Talha clenched his teeth.
“Slater,” pressing an order into his tone, he demanded obedience. Usually, the sound of his name settled Slater for a moment, switched on his brain, but this time it did the opposite.
“Master?” The ripper’s intonation jumped from low to high, informing Talha that this wasn’t enough to keep Slater under control anymore. Not today. “Slater has been good. Slater waited as Master asked. Slater did nothing to disappoint Master. Why Master refuses Slater? Doesn’t Slater deserve to be praised? Or, maybe, Master doesn’t want Slater anymore?”
Fuck… Dangerous notes seeped into Slater’s voice, as he stepped forward, imprinting himself into Talha’s body. The heat of his chest burned through two layers of clothes, inflaming Talha’s skin, and with the heat came the clean, familiar scent. Cloves and wood, with a sweet, flowery touch that smelled weirdly fascinating on a murderer’s body. Filling his lungs with Slater’s scent, Talha gave in.
“You are such a disobedient dog…” he sighed. Fingers clasping Slater’s elbow, he shoved the man toward the white marble sink. Palms slapping against a wide mirror above, the ripper grinned, establishing eye contact through the reflection. “Drop it.”
“Yes, Master...” Impatient fingers yanked the belt off and tossed it on the floor before Slater pushed his pants down.
Leaning against the opposite wall, Talha let his eyes wander. The intense moment passed; now he needed Slater to get the edge off, and everything would be under his control again.
Slater’s back arched as he hooked the waistband of his jeans with his thumbs and peeled himself out of the second skin of his black trunks, revealing his tanned, sun-kissed butt cheeks covered with bumpy cane scars.
Undoing his own pants, Talha released his aching cock. Red and pumped, it glistened with precum. Licking his lips, he said, “I’m going to enjoy a joint. If you can’t make us both cum before I finish, you will get nothing, but if you succeed, I will reward you here and now.”
A shudder ran down Slater’s muscular back, he bucked his ass against Talha’s groin, then spat on his palm, and reached behind, smearing the spittle over his hole.
Talha’s heart pounded; heat rushed into his head, erasing everything except Slater’s trembling fingers massaging the entrance. The first knuckle of the middle finger dipped into the hole; before Slater plunged two more fingers inside. His body froze, chest fell in a painful exhale, and he whipped his chin to his right shoulder. In and out, he prepared himself for Talha’s cock, granting his master a marvelous view. Deep pink flickered between his fingers with every thrust, making Talha want to drop on his knees and press his mouth to the round globes of Slater’s ass. He was about to reach forward and lend the younger man another finger when Slater withdrew. His palm wound around Talha’s cock and guided him in.
The painful pressure of the tight muscle ring gripped Talha’s erect flesh. Suppressing a flinch, he leisurely pulled a joint out of his chest pocket, stroked a lighter, filling the small cabin with the distinctive smell of weed. He took a draw and stilled, accommodating the acrid smoke in his lungs.
Slater’s hips moved. With every jerk, his buttocks collided with Talha’s hips. His black t-shirt changed color, a deeper hue spreading between his shoulder blades and under his arms. Perspiration covered his neck and temples, and the sounds of his heavy breathing filled the air. Slater reached down to grab his own dick, but the weed kicking in Talha’s head, pushed an order out of his mouth. “No hands. Cum like this.”
The mirror linked their gazes, and Talha swallowed. The beautiful color of arousal splashed over Slater’s angular cheekbones; lips darkened from constant biting. The way he inclined his head back, revealed his protruding Adam’s apple, making Talha want to taste it.
“I’ll help you.” Talha blew out a cloud of smoke, before sucking in another draw. His free hand clasped the ripper’s throat and squeezed. The vibration, coming from another body, unsettled his every cell as he threw himself forward, welcoming it. Chest to back, he twisted Slater’s head to the side and smashed their mouths together. The acrid smoke transferred from throat to throat as Talha crushed the joint against the top of Slater’s right hand, creating a fresh burn among the many old, whitened, round scars.