Just a Bit Captivated, page 7
He didn’t give a damn while it was actually happening.
Aiden moaned around the cock in his mouth, his hands gripping Zain’s muscular, firm thighs. The fabric of Zain’s thobe partly covered Aiden’s head, making him nearly suffocate from the heat, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, lost in the sensation of being fucked in the mouth. He was loving even the controlling weight of Zain’s hand on his head. Although the fabric didn’t let him feel Zain’s bare hand, the experience of being confined under Zain’s thobe and being forced to suck his cock while anyone might enter the room was deeply arousing.
Aiden shifted, rutting his aching cock against Zain’s ankle. Like a horny dog humping his owner. But the embarrassment was unable to penetrate the fog of arousal in his mind.
The pressure of Zain’s hand on his head increased. Zain’s hips flexed, thrusting his cock up into the welcoming heat of Aiden’s mouth. Oh god, yes, yes, more—
Aiden’s mouth was filled with salty come and Aiden swallowed greedily. So good. He was almost there, too—
“Stop,” Zain commanded, sounding only slightly out of breath.
Aiden froze mid-hump, disoriented and so turned on he was close to crying.
“I didn’t say you could use me to get off,” Zain said, pushing his thobe off Aiden’s head.
The fresh air didn’t cool Aiden’s desire in the slightest. He stared dazedly at Zain’s face, panting like he’d run a marathon. “Please,” he croaked out before he could stop himself.
Zain’s expression was… strange, his eyes roaming over Aiden’s overheated face. Aiden pressed his hand to his throbbing erection, needing relief so badly he didn’t even feel embarrassed.
Zain’s gaze followed the movement. His lips twisted derisively. “You’re going to make a mess. Pull it out at least.”
Aiden complied hurriedly, moaning as his hand wrapped around his bare cock. Almost, almost there.
Falling forward, he nuzzled against Zain’s half-hard cock and sucked the tip back into his mouth, ignoring the hiss Zain let out. It pushed his arousal higher—the taste of Zain’s spent cock—and he came like that, moaning around the penis in his mouth and spilling all over the floor.
“Your technique still needs work,” Zain said after a moment, tucking himself back in. “But you’re improving.”
Aiden shivered in pleasure, hating how much even the smallest praise from this man affected him. God, he wished he’d discovered this particular kink before meeting Zain; then the experience might not have been so overwhelming and disorienting.
“I live to please you,” he said with forced sarcasm, trying to shake himself out of that state. Get a grip, dammit, before you thank him for the privilege of sucking his cock.
“I know,” Zain said, getting to his feet and looking down at him with faint disapproval. “Fix your clothes before my staff sees you with your cock out.” He glanced at Aiden’s come on the floor. “And clean the mess you made.”
Aiden flushed and glared at him sullenly. “Yes, master,” he snarked. Attempted to. Master came out a little bit wrong, a little off-key—or a little too genuine.
They stared at each other.
Aiden felt so damn weird. He wanted…
“I want a cat,” he blurted out, saying the first thing that came to mind. It was completely inane, but it was better than saying something more stupid. Like asking for a kiss.
“A cat,” Zain repeated, as if he’d never heard the word.
“Yes, a cat! We have a cat back home—Mrs. Hudson—and I miss her. I demand a cat for being so cooperative. You promised that you’d make my life better if I’m cooperative. I need a cat to pet.”
The incredulous look Zain gave him almost made Aiden laugh. Instead, he smiled.
Shaking his head, Zain looked away and strode out of the room.
***
Aiden had completely forgotten about his spontaneous request until he saw the cage Zain was carrying in his hands as he entered his room that evening.
“Oh my god,” Aiden said.
Glaring at him darkly, Zain all but dropped the cage into his hands. “Is this sufficient?”
“This” was a tiny golden-white kitten with the prettiest hazel eyes Aiden had ever seen. It looked absolutely adorable. It also looked ridiculously expensive.
“I would ask why you put a tiny, defenseless kitten into a cage, but that’s actually entirely in character for a monster like you, so I won’t.”
Zain’s lips twitched. “I’m glad to live down to your expectations, but you’re more of a puppy than a kitten. And the ‘poor defenseless kitten’ scratched my hand bloody.”
Aiden grinned. “Good. I already adore it.”
“You’re smiling too much lately.”
Aiden smiled wider, just to annoy him. “I’m sorry, master. Should I ask permission before smiling?”
Zain just looked at him for a long moment, his expression tight. At last he glanced at his watch. “I have a few minutes to spare for your practice.”
Aiden rolled his eyes. A few minutes to spare, right.
Zain lifted his eyebrows expectantly.
“Oh, fine!” Dropping the cage on the bed, Aiden knelt down and reached for Zain’s zipper.
Afterward, Zain patted his head and said sardonically, “Good puppy.”
Aiden scowled at him, licking his come off his lips. “Don’t call me puppy after I just sucked your cock. It’s weird.”
Zain took Aiden’s chin into his hand and tipped it up. “I’ll call you whatever I want,” he said, leaning down.
Aiden nodded dazedly, looking at Zain’s mouth. His lips parted, and he strained forward—
Zain let go of him abruptly and straightened up. His expression closing off, he strode out of the room.
As always, Aiden immediately felt like the world rearranged itself around him now that there wasn’t a Zain-shaped pillar in it. The sensation was disorienting, as if he were waking up from a bizarre dream.
Aiden got to his feet and blinked blankly at the door, barely curbing the ridiculous urge to go after Zain. Like a fucking puppy following his owner.
A wave of self-disgust washed over him.
Jesus. He needed to put a stop to this.
Before he really started thinking of himself as Zain’s pet.
Chapter Eleven
When Zain sent for him the next evening, Aiden was resolved to put a stop to the whole thing. There was being cooperative, and then there was what Zain was forcing him into. Zain was full of shit. Aiden didn’t need practice anymore. He was hardly a pro at blowjobs, but he’d gotten pretty good and comfortable with them, despite Zain’s rough handling.
“I’m not going to give you blowjobs anymore,” Aiden said the moment he entered Zain’s room.
Seated in the armchair by the window, Zain lifted his gaze to him. The room was poorly lit, the bedside lamp the only source of light, so Zain’s face was half in the shadows and difficult to read. “What blowjobs?”
Aiden blinked at him before laughing. “Is that your idea of a joke? I didn’t hallucinate the blowjobs you forced me to give you!”
Leaning back in his seat, Zain folded his long fingers in front of him and regarded Aiden with slightly raised eyebrows. “It was just practice. And if anyone was forced into it, it wasn’t you. I distinctly remember you enjoying yourself every time.”
His face burning, Aiden huffed. “Are you seriously going to claim that you didn’t?”
Zain shrugged. “I won’t deny that, but it’s nothing more than a physiological reaction to stimuli. It’s still unnatural and repulsive.”
“Repulsive?” Aiden repeated, spluttering with indignation. He tried to ignore the other feeling that had his stomach twisted up. It wasn’t hurt. It wasn’t disappointment. Whatever it was, it originated from the same part of him that preened every time this man deigned to praise him. That part of him should shut up.
“Yes,” Zain said. “In case you’ve forgotten, I’m not gay.”
“It was hard to take that seriously when you were coming in my mouth several times a day. Pun intended.”
Zain gave him a flat look.
Aiden smiled. “Sorry, but I don’t buy that it was repulsive. No man is that self-sacrificing. And a selfish asshole like you definitely isn’t. I don’t care how you rationalize it in your homophobic mind, but don’t feed me that bullshit. Because I’m not buying it.”
Something shifted in those dark eyes. The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees as Zain scrutinized him. Finally, he said softly, “You don’t get to accuse me of repressed homosexual inclinations just because I don’t return your feelings.”
Aiden choked out, “I don’t have feelings for you, you self-centered, conceited, smug ass!” The mere thought was nauseating. Nauseating and ridiculous. The nerve!
Zain raised his eyebrows. “My mistake. It must have been someone else who looks like a kicked puppy every time I leave the room.”
Aiden vividly imagined choking him with his bare hands. Or punching those sneering, perfect lips.
That’s not fucking true, he wanted to yell.
But then he thought better of it. It would be pointless. Zain wouldn’t believe him. Why would he, when Aiden behaved so embarrassingly eager every time he sucked his cock? No, he had to think of another way to get the upper hand. Everyone had a weakness.
The problem was, this man didn’t seem to have any.
Except… except maybe for the chink in his armor that had appeared when Aiden had alluded to Zain’s repressed homosexual leanings. Or had he imagined it?
It was worth a try. It might be the only way to get under Zain’s skin, to push him off balance.
“You’re right,” Aiden said, giving him his sweetest smile and batting his eyelashes in an exaggerated manner.
Zain’s eyes narrowed. “Am I?” he said, watching him warily.
“Yep,” Aiden said, sauntering over. He dropped himself into Zain’s lap and smiled wider, pretending he hadn’t noticed the way Zain had gone completely rigid. He looped his arms around Zain’s neck. “I adore you,” Aiden said dramatically, pecking him on the stubbled jaw. His heart thundering, he did it again, trying not to breathe deeply. This man’s scent did things to him. Horrible things. “I can’t live without you, let’s have babies together—Ouch!” Aiden rubbed his sore ass when he was unceremoniously dumped from Zain’s lap. “This isn’t the way to treat someone in love with you, babe,” he said, batting his eyelashes again before blowing him a kiss.
A muscle twitched by Zain’s left eye. He stared at him for a long, charged moment with such intensity Aiden started seriously fearing for his life.
But there was no turning back now. Besides, this sure was working as far as annoying Zain went. And it was fun.
“Don’t be angry with me, sweet cheeks,” Aiden said, barely suppressing a laugh. He leaned forward and rested his cheek against Zain’s knee, looking up at him through his eyelashes. “I can feel how stressed you are.” He slipped his hand under Zain’s thobe, letting his fingers run over the fabric of his pants, up his hard thigh, until they finally reached Zain’s cock. Which definitely wasn’t completely soft.
Aiden smiled. “Do you want my mouth now?” he asked softly, rubbing his cheek against Zain’s knee. His face felt hot, but he forced himself to add, “You can have it. You know I love sucking your cock. Your cock is the only one I want to suck.”
The cock under his hand twitched.
Zain’s face was stony. “Stop this ridiculous behavior at once,” he said coldly, as if the cock hardening against Aiden’s hand didn’t belong to him. “I’m not sure what you’re trying to accomplish, but it won’t work. It was just practice. I’m not into men.”
Well, the hard dick throbbing against Aiden’s palm said otherwise.
“It’s okay,” Aiden murmured, pushing Zain’s thobe out of the way and moving forward until his face pressed against the obscene bulge under Zain’s pants. Aiden breathed in, trying to rein in his excitement. God, he hated that what he’d told Zain wasn’t even a lie: he did love sucking his cock. It was disturbing how much he loved it. He was kind of addicted to it. He would happily spend the rest of his life on his knees, with Zain’s cock in his mouth, used by him whenever Zain wanted to get off. And that was why this had to stop. This was madness. His attraction to Zain was turning into something obsessive, submissive, and unhealthy.
This had to stop.
Aiden couldn’t stop. “I won’t tell anyone,” he whispered, mouthing the head of Zain’s cock through the fabric. “No one will find out. You own me, right? My body is yours to use.”
A hand buried in his hair before roughly jerking his head up.
“It’s cute that you actually think you can manipulate me,” Zain said, his eyes blazing fire. “What are you hoping for? That you’ll be a good little cocksucker and I’ll let you go? Not happening.”
Aiden nearly laughed. It would have been so much better for his pride if he were trying to manipulate Zain. If he were pretending. But he wasn’t pretending. And he definitely had no idea what he was hoping to accomplish. He hadn’t really had the time to put together a coherent plan. But he trusted his instincts. And his instincts said that the only way to manipulate this man was not to outright try to manipulate him. To be honest about the strength of his attraction, no matter how mortifying it was. This man was too smart and cynical to be tricked by a lie.
“I’m not manipulating you,” Aiden said with a small, rueful smile. “Except for the part where I said I loved you. I know better than to try. I’m being honest, Zain. I hate you—and I didn’t used to hate anyone—but…”
Just say it.
“I want you,” he admitted, blushing as he met Zain’s gaze. “I hate it, I hate that you’ve become the focal point of my life, and it keeps getting worse every day—the fixation, the obsession, the hatred. I’m not a hateful person. This is not me. I feel like I’m losing myself the longer I’m stuck here, turning into someone I don’t recognize.” He laughed bitterly. “You said I look like a kicked puppy when you leave, and it’s—it’s actually not inaccurate. There’s a perverse part of me that’s already started thinking of you as my owner, and I hate that I—that I get off on it.” He was blushing furiously, barely able to hold Zain’s heavy gaze.
Zain’s grip on his hair tightened.
“I’m not gay,” he said again, his voice rough.
Aiden glanced at the bulge in Zain’s pants. It seemed to have become bigger. “Who cares?” he said, looking back into Zain’s eyes. “You can use me anyway. No one will know. I’m yours, aren’t I? Not Gadiel’s. Yours.”
Zain’s expression became tight, almost pained. It felt like those dark eyes were burning a hole in him. There was distrust in that gaze—this was a cynical man who didn’t trust easily—but Aiden could tell that he was affected by his words.
“I know you’re attempting to play me,” Zain said. “It won’t work. I don’t want you.”
Aiden narrowed his eyes and got to his feet. Laying his hand on the back of Zain’s chair, he leaned in and whispered, almost against Zain’s lips, “Bull. Shit. You want me. I can feel it.”
Zain’s jaw was locked so tightly Aiden could actually hear him grind his teeth.
“You’re delusional,” he said, his expression dismissive.
It was infuriating. Maddening. God, Aiden wanted to wrap his hands around that strong tanned neck and strangle him.
“You chose me,” Aiden said. “You. You looked at me kneeling on that podium, half-naked, and you wanted to own me.”
“I chose you for Gadiel.”
Aiden laughed. “Right. I don’t know your brother all that well, but even I can tell that I’m not really his type. He’s not the one who looks at me like he wants to wreck me with his cock.”
Zain’s nostrils flared. “You only see what you want to see,” he said. His tone was positively frosty.
Aiden eyed him.
Then, he straightened up and pulled his T-shirt off.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Zain said.
Aiden shoved his pants and boxer briefs down and kicked them away.
“Get dressed,” Zain said. His voice was strained. Terse. A little hoarse.
Aiden met his gaze and smiled. “Why? What’s a little nudity between two straight men?” He tried to keep his voice casual and careless, but being naked in front of this man was fucking nerve-racking. And much too arousing, in a fucked-up sort of way. He was acutely aware that he was nude and vulnerable in front of a fully dressed man who owned him. Aiden felt too hot, his skin tingling all over, his balls heavy, his cock aching. Even his nipples felt tight and sensitive, itching to be touched and rubbed and sucked. They ached as Zain’s dark, intense gaze roamed over them.
God, he’d never wanted sex so much. He’d never wanted anyone this badly before. It was pure animal lust, and it was making his mouth dry, his knees weak, and all his blood rush to his crotch. He wanted to fuck.
“Admit it,” Aiden whispered hoarsely, meeting Zain’s eyes. Melted chocolate. Hot, melted chocolate. “You want me. Deep down, you’ve always wanted me.” Jesus, it was pathetic how much he wanted that to be true. How much he wanted this man to want him.
Zain rose to his feet with the grace of a predator, his eyes glinting with something hard and mean. “I don’t. But if you’re that eager to be a hole for my cock, fine. Bend over.”
Aiden sucked in a breath. “W-what?”
Zain gave him a steady look. “You heard me, Aiden. Bend over the bed.”
Aiden stared at him. Zain stared back.
Seconds dragged by, and the air in the room seemed to become impossibly thick.
