Salvatore lived on the top floor of Westport’s most luxurious residential building, the Astor, and as he keyed us in, I quickly realized his condo took up the whole floor. He pushed open the door and moved aside to let me enter first, and when I did, I was stunned at the sheer size of what I was seeing. The room was one big open space with wall-to-wall windows on two sides that showed off the glittering cityscape. It was a comparable view to the 360, if not better, and I found myself walking across the room for an even better look.

“This is unbelievable,” I said, looking out at the distant lights of the boats in the harbor. “You can almost see my place from here.” I shook my head, amazed, and when Salvatore still didn’t say anything, I turned in his direction—but he was gone.

“Salvatore?” I spun around, expecting to see him standing behind me or getting us drinks from the bar that was near the entrance, but he wasn’t in the room with me anymore. A second later, the lights went out and I heard something snapping into place behind me, whatever it was plunging the room into total darkness. Some kind of shutters must’ve come down to cover the windows, because I could no longer see the city lights—I couldn’t even see my hand in front of my face.

“Salvatore? Where are you?” I called, my senses heightening as I tried to pick up on any noise, any movement that would alert me to his presence. But I heard nothing. It was like he’d vanished into thin air, leaving me in an unfamiliar, locked room with no way to escape.

Maybe the power went out? Holding my hands out in front of me, I shuffled back toward where we’d come in, or at least that’s where I was aiming. I stumbled into something hard, my shin smacking into the edge of it enough that I knew it’d leave a bruise, and I cursed and reached down to feel out the object. A coffee table, maybe?

“It’s not the best idea to leave a clumsy little lamb on his own in the dark, you know,” I said, trying to sound unconcerned when in reality my heart was drumming out a crazy staccato. Salvatore didn’t answer, and when I didn’t hear anything, I kept moving slowly and carefully, not wanting to slam into any other furniture.

Finally, my outstretched hands reached a wall and I patted my way down it, looking for a light switch. It took a couple of minutes, but I found a set, and I flipped each of them on.

Nothing happened.

I tried again, but the lights were dead, and this time when I called out, I could hear my panic beginning to set in. “Salvatore, come on, this isn’t funny anymore.”

A slow creak sounded from somewhere to my right, and I kept my hands on the wall as I moved in that direction. “Is this some kind of game? You win, okay?”

Again, no answer, but there was another sound, like nails running along a wall, and beneath my hands an empty space, like a hallway, maybe? I heard the noise again, and I moved in that direction, getting closer when a pitter-patter of footsteps scampered toward me, too fast to be human. Whatever it was drew close, then closer still, and as it brushed by my side, I gasped and steadied myself on the wall, prepared for it to attack. But I only heard its steps on the hardwood grow distant as it ran off ahead of me.

A dog, he’s got to have a dog. What the hell is going on here? Is this some kind of game?

I should’ve told Brayden where I was going tonight. It only occurred to me then, as I was trapped inside the penthouse of a man I barely knew, other than he was rich, powerful, and probably had the ability to make nobodies like me go away if he wanted me to.

He won’t hurt me…right? He only wants to play… This is just to scare me… I can always say my safe word.

I tried to tell myself it was all okay, but the truth was that my breaths were coming out in erratic pants and my heart was beating so hard and fast I knew it had to be giving away my whereabouts.

“Salvatore?” I whispered. I trailed my fingers along the wall as I walked farther, and then I felt something like the frame of a door. But the door itself wasn’t there, only empty space, which meant it was open, and—

A hand clamped down on my wrist, and before I could scream, I was pulled inside the room and another hand covered my mouth.

“You told me to make you run. Still want to play?”

It’s only a game, I thought, closing my eyes in relief. It didn’t stop the heavy pounding in my chest, though, as my trepidation turned into excitement now that Salvatore was near.

With his hand still covering my mouth, I could only nod. Time would tell if that was a smart decision or not, but as Salvatore’s hand left my mouth and a sexy, throbbing beat began to play, I realized for the first time since I’d set foot into his condo that I was hard—painfully so.

* * *

Fear is such an interesting emotion. One which echoes lust so nicely it’s always merged as one for me—and tonight is no different. As I swept my thumb over the pulse point of Jesse’s wrist, I enjoyed the way it thudded against my fingertips. It was racing a mile a minute as his body heaved in my arms where I’d pulled him seconds ago, yet he stood there nodding in acquiescence to my question.

If the lamb was wise, he’d be telling me no and be demanding I let him go. But at some stage, the both of us had passed the point of no return.

With the house plunged into pitch darkness, all other senses were heightened, and the soft, rapid breaths I could hear coming from Jesse let me know the gears had been effectively switched. The fright had now merged into lust as he stood in my arms with his back flush to my chest, my hand still firmly wrapped around his wrist. He was both trapped in the house and within my hold, yet his brain was telling him it was okay because he was no longer scared, but excited by it.

Without a word, I began to walk backward in my room, giving Jesse no choice but to move along with me, and when he stumbled, my hold tightened on him. “Careful, now,” I said. “If I want you on your knees, I’ll tell you to get there. Until then, try to stay upright.”

As we came to a stop, I released him and walked around to stand in front of him, and Jesse remained frozen in place like any lamb caught in the path of a hungry wolf. The music had replaced the silence, but beyond the steady, thumping beat, there was nothing—just pitch-black and thump, thump, thump, to go in time with his heart and my dick.

“Give me your belt,” I said as I stared at the man I could sense was only inches from me, but who couldn’t see me, and I wondered if Jesse would do as he was told or would question me. With my own senses accustomed to the dark, I was acutely aware of every noise in the vast condo even above the steady beat, so when I heard the snick and clink of metal, I felt a feral smile curve my mouth. Good little lamb. A couple of seconds later, the swish of leather being pulled from belt loops hit my ears, and then the air between us shifted and I knew he was holding the belt out to me.

As I took the leather from his hand, I grazed my fingers across his and said, “Now take off your shirt.”

I folded the belt in half, stroked my fingers over the supple leather, and knew it would be perfect for what I had in mind. I waited for and then heard the soft flutter of material hit the floor by my feet. That would leave him in those khaki pants and not much else.

I stepped in close to him until I could feel the warmth of his body radiating off him, and then I traced the bent end of the belt down the center of Jesse’s chest to the waist of his pants. As I nudged the material, I lowered my head until my lips were brushing his and whispered, “And now the rest.”

Jesse took in a shuddering breath as I sucked his lower lip between mine and then moved back a step to let him finish getting undressed, and when his pants hit the floor and I heard him kick off his shoes, I snapped the belt loud enough that the cracking sound echoed off the walls and Jesse jumped.

It was twisted as fuck for me to get harder from that reaction, but then again, I’d been hard since I flicked the lights off and heard him call my name with a tremble in his voice. Sick. Warped. And dangerous. But I wasn’t about to stop now.

“Hold out your hands.”

Instantly, Jesse raised his arms, and a growl of approval left my throat. He was so fucking compliant; the possibilities of what I could do with that trust made it close to impossible for me not to take him right there and then.

I ran my fingers down the entire length of the belt as I walked close enough that his hands were now touching my sweater.

“Put your hands flat on my chest,” I told him, and when he immediately complied, I looped the belt around his wrists once, and then again, before buckling it nice and tight. Once I was satisfied he was restrained, I brought his hands up so I could suck one of his fingers into my mouth. He sighed softly as I swirled my tongue around the long digit, and when I released it and then tugged him in so close his naked body was brushing up against my clothes, I put my mouth to his ear and asked, “Are you scared, Jesse?”

“Yes,” he confessed, and I snaked a hand down to where his cock was painfully erect and wrapped my fingers around him. A hiss of pleasure left him as I tightened my grip.

“Scared but still aroused. That’s kind of fucked up, isn’t it?” I said.

“Ahh… Oh God.”

I chuckled in his ear. “Oh, he can’t help you tonight, Jesse. I told you, this is when the wicked play. And you said you wanted to play, didn’t you?” Jesse punched his hips forward, and I gave his cock a solid pull. “Jesse?”

“Yes,” he said so urgently the breath left him and washed over my face.

“Good. Because there’s no turning back now.” And with that, I released my hold and left him to go and flip on the light. It was time I took a good look at what I was about to take.

* * *

The light from a corner lamp was too bright for my eyes, and I squinted and shielded my face with my bound hands.

There I was, naked as the day I was born except for my belt, which Salvatore had tied around my wrists, and instead of feeling ashamed, I felt…wanted. Which was mental, especially after the game of hide and seek that I hadn’t realized was a game. It had only served to get my blood pumping even harder, the excitement of what was about to happen sending tremors coursing through my body.

With my eyes still closed, I felt Salvatore come to stand in front of me, and then he lifted my chin, taking my lips in a soft kiss. But just as I parted my mouth for his, he shoved my chest away, sending me falling back. Without my hands to catch myself, I landed on my back on a mattress that was more firm than soft, and as I blinked up at Salvatore, a roguish smile crossed his face.

His eyes roamed over my naked body, and when they landed on my fully erect cock, he licked his lips.

“I’m so glad we opted out of dessert,” he said, grabbing the bottom of his sweater and tugging it up and over his head. “Because I have something very sweet to eat on my bed right now.”

Oh hell… Salvatore’s shadow loomed over me where he stood at the foot of the bed, every muscled inch of him on stunning display. It was the first time I’d seen his bare skin, and though I’d seen a glimpse of his impressive physique that day in the rain, the sight of him took my breath away.

With flawless tanned skin and a physique that had to come from hours a day inside a gym, the man standing before me was so out of my league that I felt inadequate under his gaze.

Why me? I thought, for the hundredth time since I’d met him. He could have anyone, yet I was the one in his bed. I was the one he was staring at with ravenous eyes, and what was more…I loved it. I loved not knowing what would happen next and knowing Salvatore was completely in control. Even in the dark, playing his game of hide and seek, I knew I could stop things if I felt they went too far, and that knowledge was power. He was testing me, and with every challenge, I found myself trusting him even more. And now? Spread across his bed with my hands bound, completely vulnerable and exposed? I was ready for anything and everything Salvatore would throw my way.

“So quiet,” he said, popping open the button of his pants and slowly lowering the zipper. “Do you see anything you like?” When I nodded, Salvatore tsked. “Use your words, Jesse. I want to hear them.”

“Yes. I want to see more.”

Salvatore’s hands stilled on the zipper. “Maybe if you ask nicely.”

“Please?”

“Please, what?”

“Please, Salvatore. Let me see all of you.”

Even from where I was splayed out, I could see the heat flare in Salvatore’s eyes. Then he reached inside his briefs and pulled out his cock, stroking it as he leaned over me on the bed.

“Outside the bedroom, you can call me Tor,” he said, giving his thick length steady pulls through his fist, and it had my own dick dripping with pre-cum. “But when you’re naked and beneath me? Call me Wolfe.” Then he lowered his head, and his tongue came out to swipe a warm, wet path across my cock, licking me clean before he straightened.

My hips bucked up at the loss of his mouth, and a savage smirk crossed Salvatore’s—Wolfe’s face.

Wolfe’s thumbs teased the edge of his briefs, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away, waiting for a glimpse of what would soon be inside me. He slid his pants and briefs down slowly, and when he stepped out and kicked them away, my mouth watered and I arched my back. I’d never needed anyone so desperately in my entire life, and today had been a lesson in restraint. First, in not being able to touch after our heated phone call this morning, and then having to spend the entire evening thinking about this moment right here, right now. I was surprised I hadn’t come just from looking at him.

“So…do you like what you see?” Wolfe asked me again, and this time I didn’t hesitate.

“Yes. I like everything I can see.”

“Would you like a closer look?”

As Wolfe strode up the side of the bed to where the lamp sat, I turned my head on the pillow to follow his path. His stride was steady and purposeful, as though he were fully clothed, and it made me achingly aware that he was just as comfortable out of his clothes as in them.

My eyes traveled over every inch of skin he had on display, and there was a whole lot as he got closer. When he stopped in front of the bedside table and opened a drawer, I lowered my eyes to it, wondering what was inside.

“Curious?” he asked, eyebrow arching.

“Yes.”

Wolfe let his gaze roam down my bound and naked frame, and then his lips curved into a naughty smile. “I like that.”

His short, clipped answers were as effective as if he were issuing an order. As if he already knew all the answers and I knew nothing—which was, in fact, the case. Wolfe reached into the drawer and pulled out a bottle and a couple of square packets, and as he dropped them on the bed and then climbed onto it, my eyes flew up to lock with his.

“While you make a delightful picture lying here as you are, I think there’s something missing.”

With his muscular thighs by my side on the bed, and his thick, veiny cock jutting from a tightly cropped covering of curls, I couldn’t look away even as he spoke. He was so close that if my hands had been free I could’ve touched him, stroked him, sucked him. But that must’ve been his plan all along, to distract me, because before I knew what was happening, Wolfe took hold of my bound wrists and directed them above my head, hooking the belt over a— What the hell?

I tore my eyes away from his body and craned my head back on the pillow, and sure enough I spotted a hook on the headboard.

“There…” Wolfe said in a voice that went straight to my dick as he moved down the bed and straddled my thighs. “Now I can see, touch, and taste all of you. And you can’t run away.”

My chest heaved as I looked up at the man now kneeling over me, and shit, I really hadn’t thought about what being in a bed with Wolfe would be like. Because never in my wildest imagination could I have come up with this. I was completely exposed to this man. One hundred percent at his mercy. Yet as I lay there with my throbbing cock and thundering heart, all I could think was: I want more.

Wolfe picked up the bottle by his leg and snapped open the top, and with each move he made, the more restless I became. A desperate sound left my throat that was somewhere between a moan and a whimper, and I couldn’t keep my hips still to save myself. Please let him touch me. Please let him wrap his slicked-up palm around my dick and touch me. And whoever was listening must’ve decided to put me out of my misery, because Wolfe reached down and wrapped his warm palm around my shaft.

“Ahh fuck,” I said, and thrust up into that firm grip. When I squeezed my eyes shut at the unbelievable pleasure, I heard Wolfe’s raspy voice: “Eyes on me, Jesse.”

My eyes snapped open to meet with his, and he gave a long, strong pull of my flesh. Jesus Christ, it was the best thing I’d ever felt in my life.

“You’re so hard, Jesse… So hot in my hand. Now, wasn’t it worth the wait?”

“Yes.” I groaned and tugged on my restraints, wanting to get free so I could touch him, only to hear Wolfe chuckle, and then he let go of me, and this time I knew I whimpered from the loss of his hand.

He bent over me, placing a palm on either side of my body, and then brought his face in so close to mine that I could feel each exhale he made. Then he whispered over my lips, “If you’re a good little lamb and don’t come until I tell you to, I’ll fuck you all night and make you forget what it was like to be so damn frustrated. But if you forget who is in control in this room right now and come before I say so, I’m going to leave your tight little hole empty and wanting until you can learn to behave. Do you understand?”

The way he was talking to me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before, and I knew some part of me—the logical part—should be wary over giving him so much control, but—

“Oh God.” Wolfe was sucking on my nipple. “I understand, Wolfe.”

He raised his dark head, and the look in his eyes was what I imagined a wild animal would have right before it attacked.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” he said, and then one of his legs moved between my thighs, and I arched up off the bed, rubbing my cock against it right as he lowered his head and took my mouth in a scorching kiss. His tongue was in my mouth and tangling with mine the second I parted for him, his body over mine a heavy but welcome presence as I writhed, rubbing my erection against him with an urgency I’d never before felt.

When Wolfe raised his head, he bit at my lower lip, reminding me of that night at the gala. “Remember what I said, Jesse,” he said, as he began to slide down my body, trailing his large palms down over my ribcage, his mouth skimming over my sensitive skin as he went. “You don’t come until I say you can come.”

I spread my thighs as he moved further down my body, and I used the restraints around my wrists to pull myself up and buck against him as he went. When his lips brushed over the crease of my thigh, I closed my eyes.

I wanted his mouth around my cock so badly right then that I would’ve begged, crawled, done anything he asked, but apparently, Wolfe didn’t need any of that, because without a word from me, he opened his mouth and swallowed me to the back of his throat.

The sound that left me then was loud and tortured, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to get through this without coming. But I was going to do everything in my power to do what Wolfe had asked, because I wanted to feel him inside me. I wanted to know what it was like to be taken by the Wolfe.

* * *

Jesse was as potent as I’d expected, and it was all I could do to hold myself back. There would be time to completely unleash my more…deviant side in future encounters, but for now, I needed to captivate the man currently bucking his hips up to get more of my mouth.

That was also the reason I’d tied him up—he’d be too eager to touch if he were free, and I needed him to know exactly who was in charge. Jesse was a submissive, but he didn’t yet understand what that entailed, so tonight would be a starting point, a way to see if he could obey my commands despite his own urges.

“Mmm,” I said, sucking at the tip of his cock, and the vibration from my voice had Jesse jerking away from my mouth. I tsked and grabbed hold of his hips to steady him. “Where do you think you’re going?”

As I lowered my mouth over him again, Jesse gasped, and his words shook as he said, “Please…it’s too much.”

“And this?” I asked, and then licked from his balls to the tip of his dick, flicking my tongue along his slit until his legs were shaking. “Too much?”

Jesse’s head fell back and he groaned. “I can’t hold back much longer if you keep doing that.”

“You can and you will. Otherwise I’ll be most disappointed.” I flipped open the bottle of lube and poured a good amount in my hand, knowing I needed to get Jesse good and ready for what I had in mind. Tossing the bottle out of my way, I kept my eyes on the man watching me with hooded eyes. “Spread your legs for me,” I said, rubbing my slicked fingers together, and as he complied, I leaned down over him. Massaging his tight hole, I watched Jesse close his eyes and bite down on his lip. “Keep them open.”

“Hmm?” Jesse said, as I pushed my finger a little way inside him, and as I did, his eyes flew open.

“That’s better. I want you watching me as I fuck this hot little hole of yours.” Without warning, I thrust my finger all the way inside, and Jesse let out a cry that was half tortured, half pleasured. He cursed, and I moved my finger back out before plunging it back inside. Fuck, he clenched onto my finger like a vise, and I let out a growl. “Oh yeah, Jesse, that’s it. Suck me in…”

“Shit,” he said, and I could tell he was struggling to remain in control of his body, doing as he was told, even as I continued to push him to the limit.

When I added a second digit, he squeezed me so tightly that I could barely get past the first barrier inside his ass, so I drew his cock back into my mouth, fucking him between my lips as well as with my hand. Scissoring my fingers inside him, I stretched Jesse’s hole, making room for my dick. It was too much stimulation for my little lamb, though, because I could taste his salty pre-cum, and his breath was coming in jagged pants.

I lifted my mouth with a loud pop and continued to stretch him. “Hmm, you’re almost ready for me, aren’t you, Jesse? But just to be sure…” I slowly eased three fingers deep inside him, keeping my eyes fastened to his, and the way his narrow channel strangled my fingers had my cock dripping. It wanted to be where my fingers were, and I was done denying it.

“I need you inside me. Please, Wolfe.” The sound of Jesse begging over the heavy beat still playing in the room was enough to have me removing my hand and getting to my knees to roll on a condom. I poured more lube on my sheathed dick and made sure it was thoroughly coated by giving myself a few rough strokes, and then I pushed Jesse’s legs open and nudged at his entrance.

“Fuck,” he said, breathing out as I teased his hole with tiny, quick thrusts.

“I do like hearing such a naughty word come out of those sweet lips. But if you’re going to use that word, you should know what it means.” And with that, I shoved inside him, balls deep, and as he cried out my name, a hum of pleasure thrummed through my veins. I stayed there, pinning his legs down on either side of me, and let him feel just how full I made him. After a few seconds, I slid out of him, only to plunge back inside again, and this time, Jesse’s bound arms struggled to break free and he bowed up off the bed to get me even closer.

Still deep inside him, I hovered over his lean frame and put my hands on his raised biceps, pressing him down into the bed as I kissed him, sucking on his tongue the same way I had his cock. Then I began to move, my hips slamming into him at a rapid pace meant to consume and overwhelm. I was over him and inside of him, and I wanted all of his senses trained on me. I wanted the taste of us on his lips, the smell of our sex in the air filling his lungs, and the slaps of skin on skin moving in time to the pummeling beat to be all he could hear besides the rush of blood in his ears.

His ass clamped around my cock so hard that I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out. Having Jesse beneath me, the way I’d craved since the first time I’d laid eyes on him, and hearing his whimpers as his self-control faltered, brought my past rushing back to the surface. This feeling of power over another was not new, but the feeling of ownership was. I had only ever felt that way with one other, and as Jesse watched me with a look of adoration and lust, his face distorted until once again I was staring down at a face from my past. The one I’d lost. The one I’d never forgotten.

I was so caught up in the merging of the two that I lost all sense of control, and before I knew it, I was coming hard and fast inside the beautiful man beneath me. Jesse shouted out my name and snapped me back to reality, and as I focused back on him, his eyes begged me for permission. Begged me to release him from the promise I’d had him make.

I trailed my palms down his arms and placed them on the mattress. Then I leaned down, put my lips to his ear, and whispered, “Such a good little lamb. Would you like to come?” Jesse nodded, but I shook my head. “Words, Jesse. Use them.”

“Yes,” he immediately said, and as I removed myself from his body, he whimpered.

“The only other question is…where. Where would you like to come?” As he stared up at me, I licked my lips and his eyes dropped to them. Good answer. But I wanted to hear it. “Where, Jesse?”

“In your mouth. I really want to come in your mouth.”

“Well, you were such a good little lamb…” I said as I worked my way down his body, situating myself between his thighs. “And I still haven’t had my dessert, so it seems you’re in luck.”