Page 59 of The Alpha Experiment
“You mean your eyes didn’t start glowing and you didn’t sprout any claws.”
Ouch. Touché. “Moving on,” I gritted out. I didn’t want to hear his lecture about how I was just fine as-is again, thank you very much. Easy for him to say, and he’d already said it. “I’d like to try something different. Um. How do you feel about being tied up?”
Thatgot his full attention, and his dark eyes pinned me where I sat. “I wouldn’t really know. I can break out of anything except for something spelled.”
“Surprise! I may have bought something spelled. Last night, I made a stop,” I stammered. “I was thinking—but we don’t have to. I already have a lot of data. You’ve done more than enough—”
“I’m up for it.”
“—and I completely understand if you—what?”
“I said I’m up for it,” he repeated patiently. “If you have something that can hold me down, sure, why not? Because you’re going to need something I can’t break.”
“Oh. Really? Why? I mean, thank you! And yes, obviously it’s better for the experiment if you really can’t break free, but it’s also something you could sort of pretend, right?”
Colin leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and looked me right in the eyes, his own glowing faintly. “I’m assuming you’re going to be tying me up and then doing something about it, right?” I nodded. “Okay. So, if you don’t have me tied down, and I meanreallytied down, I’m going to break whatever ropes or chains or whatever, pin you, and fuck you until you can’t walk.”
Just like that, I was hard again, my cockhead nudging painfully against the fly of my slacks. Oh, gods. So that was what Colin looked like when he said those things to me—when he pressed up behind me and whispered in my ear.
I wished I’d never found out, because now I’d picture his face every time I thought of the words he’d said to me, and…I might think of the words he’d said to me sometimes, when he wasn’t there.
I might not be able to help it.
“I think that’s the point,” I said, a little weakly. “Um, to…keep your instincts in check. I thought if I took a more dominant role it’d stimulate more of my biochemical pathways.”
“You planning on trying to fuck me?”
I couldn’t read his tone at all. Was that a challenge, or was that one of his veto items? Knowing Colin, it could be both. Competitive asshole that he was.
“Maybe. Is that a problem?” I demanded.
He looked at me for a long, thoughtful moment, his head cocked. Examining me.
Finally, his lips quirked into an odd little half-smile. “No. Not a problem. If that’s what works for your experiment, you go right ahead, dude.”
Oookay. Was I still hard? Yep, still hard. But did I want to…I didn’t know.
I’d been considering it, but I’d been on the fence about whether going that far would be necessary, especially since I’d doubted Colin would go for it. Now that he’d thrown it out there, the equally stubborn part of medefinitelywanted to go for it. Because his tone strongly suggested he didn’t think I would.
And I wasn’t as competitive as Colin, at least when it came to anything but science, but I had my moments.
“Fine. You up for it, then?”
“Yep.” He stood up and headed into my bedroom, brushing by me as he passed between my knees and the coffee table.
The outline of his erection was clearly visible in the front of his jeans, even through the thick fabric.
I swallowed hard, hoping to get some moisture into my dry mouth, and followed him. I’d had some idea of trying to give him a blowjob. There’d been times when I’d felt like a girl had me completely at her mercy when she sucked me off, controlling my level of arousal, teasing me, choosing when I got to come. Blowjobs could be a show of dominance.
But the reminder of the size of that thing had me rethinking it.
By the time I got there, he already had his shirt off, and he had his back to me, unzipping his fly. The muscles in his back looked like they belonged on a billboard, and when he bent to pull his socks off…I turned away to the closet to get the bag.
I turned around again, bag in hand, and he’d stretched out on my bed, completely nude, his cock sticking up like a flagpole. His arms lay spread out to the sides. Waiting to be restrained. The bag handles felt slippery in my sweaty hand, and I couldn’t quite catch a full breath.
When I took them out, the straps and cuffs looked just as gorgeous here in my room as they had in the store, the leather gleaming, the sigils elegant and sinuous. The whole contraption weighed heavily in my hands, as if the magic infused into it gave it a mass and solidity the visible components didn’t possess.
“That looks expensive as hell,” Colin commented. “Nothing but the best for your research, huh?”
