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When he broke the kiss, Justin collapsed completely, his breathing harsh, heart beating so fast, Eli felt it against his own. “Oh, fuck.”
Eli stroked Justin’s hair. “Wait until I start on you with toys.”
A little tremble. “Please tell me that’ll be soon.”
That forced a grunt from Eli, and he shifted beneath Justin, his shaft hard and thick. “Not adverse to public sceneing?”
“A tad late to ask that, don’t you think?” Amusement laced those words.
It was a bit of an admonishment, but well deserved. “I should have asked. There aren’t any private spaces here, but this is your first time, and you didn’t know.”
“Would have been hotter if I had.”
Like lava up Eli’s back. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“You’d better,” Justin muttered.
Such a mouth. “Nine.”
“Flatterer.”
“Ten, Mr. White.” Eli pressed his cock into Justin’s thigh. “I swing a cane quite hard and I have no qualms about laying strikes downafterI’ve flogged your ass.”
This time, Justin held his tongue, though his harsh breathing spoke volumes.
“Serious question time.”
Justin stirred. “Yes?”
“Dislikes. Things you hate. Nonnegotiables?”
“Scat. Water play.” Justin paused. “I’m not good at role-playing. Master/slave stuff. I had a bad experience with that. Just so you know.” He propped himself up on one arm. Though his cheeks were flushed, the rest of his expression was hard and serious. “Please don’t belittle me. It’s one thing to call me on the carpet if I’ve screwed up. It’s another to...” Justin’s jaw worked, as if he were struggling to find the words.
“Verbally abuse you for the sake of it?”
“Yeah,” Justin said. “That.”
“I’ve never been that kind of Dom.”
“Good.” A pause. “Shouldn’t that be eleven?”
So he was counting as well. Interesting. “I told you I wouldn’t punish you for trying and failing.”
“So you did.”
Was that a hint of disappointment? “I can certainly make it eleven, if you’d like.”
“Wouldn’t want you to think I’m a brat.”
“Eleven, because you are a brat.” He stroked Justin’s cheek. “Speaking of things you like...”
Justin’s huff of laughter vibrated through Eli. “Everything you’ve done to me tonight.”
That was obvious. “Want anything I haven’t done to you yet?”
“I believe you mentioned flogging and fucking?” Those lovely lips pulled into a smirk.
“Are you begging, Mr. White?” Eli pushed himself up to sitting. The things he wanted to do to Justin... and could. His balls ached.
