Page 58 of Xerxes Ascendant
Good. Akira would learn that he wasn’t in charge here, and that his little manipulation games were only hot when he was acting as boss and businessman. Otherwise, he was at Kyle’s mercy...which was exactly how they both liked it.
“There could be cameras in here,” warned Kyle.
“So let them watch,” his submissive responded blithely, throwing his head back in invitation. “A million credits might buy them a show, at least.”
Kyle’s hands found Akira’s slender hips and latched on tightly, holding him still. He obligingly buried his mouth into the bared neck but only grazed his lips over his skin rather than offering proper kisses, and nibbled instead of biting down. It drew a frustrated whine from Akira’s throat.
“Sir!”
Chuckling, Kyle dragged his mouth to Akira’s ear where no microphones could pick up the words and no cameras could read his lips.
“Are we going to escape?” he breathed. “Because just say the word and I’m with you.”
Akira turned his head to face him and blinked hazily. “Hmm?”
“Escaping,” Kyle said patiently. “We’re prisoners here, remember?”
Gaze sobering at the reminder, the Master shook his head. “No. We don’t need to add yet another enemy to our rapidly expanding list, and besides, I do want to help save those people.”
Kyle felt his expression light up with raw admiration at the declaration, and Akira fidgeted uncomfortably in response. His man wasn’t used to being looked at like that. He’d probably explode if Kyle tried to tell him how heroic he thought he was being.
“I’d still prefer you didn’t come on the mission,” Akira muttered, because he was a surly bastard at heart. But Kyle just snorted.
“If it was the other way around, would you let me go alone?”
Akira didn’t take any time to consider his answer, even though it lost him the argument. “Absolutely not.”
“Well, then,” Kyle said. He lifted the hem of Akira’s shirt to trace light fingertips over his taut, scarred stomach, feeling him shiver under his touch. “There will be a whole bunch of Carrions there with us. Let them handle the fighting while we hang back and keep out of the way, yes?”
“Very well.”
“Promise me?”
“I will let the armed criminals deal with all the danger,” Akira swore with a small smile, “while I hold the hand of the most perfect, precious man to ever exist.”
“Unacceptable,” said Kyle. “I’d rather you heldmyhand.”
“I could probably be persuaded.”
“Good.” Kyle paused. Now that he had sufficiently disrupted the dynamic, it was time to restore it. “I thought I told you to get on your fucking hands and knees?”
Akira scrambled to obey.
Leaning back against the wall and folding his arms, Kyle watched appreciatively as his man quickly stripped down and settled himself on all fours. Even the horrific reminder of what he’d been put through at Theta and Mackenroth’s hands, given tangible form by the v-shaped burn scars that criss-crossed his chest and back, couldn’t detract from the veneration of the moment. Akira’s arms were quivering in anticipation, his eyes downcast, and his belt was still wrapped around his left hand from where he’d retrieved it from Sandie’s neck.
“Give me that.”
Without meeting Kyle’s gaze, Akira obligingly shifted his weight and held up his arm. Kyle uncurled the leather from between unresisting fingers and snapped the full length of the belt between his own hands.
Akira shuddered. It was the smallest of movements, almost imperceptible, but to Kyle who was watching every faint rise and fall of his chest as he breathed? Who was more aware of Akira’s body than he was his own, and drowning in the breathtaking elegance of the sight currently being presented to him?
In the absence of an uttered safe word, it was the destruction of Kyle’s remaining restraint.
“Red to make me stop,” he reminded, and then brought the belt down hard over Akira’s ass, and then again across the back of his bare thighs. His sub moaned with each blow, fingers clenching into fists in the carpet and revealing just how worked up he already was.
And they still had so,somuch more to go.
Kyle hummed happily as he settled into the scene, occasionally pausing to admire the discolouring of Akira’s skin as the leather forged its pretty red marks over the paler scars. On the next turn he twisted his wrist to curve the end of the belt beneath his submissive’s body instead, a surprise blow that had Akira hissing and writhing as it licked cruelly across his cock.
