Kitchen Sink Dom by Tanya Chris

Author:Tanya Chris
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tanya Chris
Published: 2020-12-18T00:00:00+00:00

Cash lowered the blinds in the private room he’d booked. Whatever was about to happen, they didn’t need any witnesses to it. Harrison was dressed identically to the last time they’d been at the club—shiny black short-shorts with nothing beneath them and a medallion swinging against the coating of fur on his chest—but he regarded Cash with a distant suspicion that was new. Cash had betrayed his trust with that little scene on the phone. A non-consensual, viciously unkind scene he was angry at himself for letting Harrison goad him into.

“Let’s not do this,” he said, weary of the battle.

He’d been half-drunk that night. Sober, he couldn’t summon the desire to punish. He should’ve followed his instincts and not returned Harrison’s call. He definitely shouldn’t have agreed to meet him.

“You wanted to get into the club, you’re in the club. Just... go. Do whatever. Find whoever. I’m going to stay here.”

He lowered himself into one of the wooden chairs set along the wall. It would make a good spanking chair, his mind uselessly told him. Harrison lurked by the door, his back against the wall and his head tilted, as if Cash were the one being confusing.

“I thought you were going to do things to me.”

“Like what? Order you to crawl across the floor and suck my dick?”

“I guess. Is that what you want?”

“No, Harrison. That’s not what I want. None of this is what I want, and I have no idea what you want.”

Harrison looked the other way, as if what he wanted was in the far corner of the room. “You haven’t even tried me.”

“Get on your knees then.”

Harrison did it. He got on his knees.

“Crawl over here.”

He did that too.

“Take my dick out and suck it.”

There was a physical stutter, as if Harrison might not do it, but then he reached for him, his fingers going for the button on his jeans, then the zipper, drawing it down slowly, reluctance evident in every movement, as if touching Cash’s dick was the worst punishment he could be inflicted with. Worse than kneeling, worse than crawling.

He separated the folds of denim and burrowed beneath the waistband of Cash’s briefs to pull out his dick. A limp, wholly uninterested dick Harrison regarded like he’d never seen a dick before.

“Go on,” Cash ordered. “I told you to suck it.” He steeled himself for the psychic pain of being swallowed by an unwilling mouth, but Harrison apparently couldn’t make himself go that far.

“You don’t really seem into it,” he said instead.

“Does it matter?”

“Why are you telling me to do this if it’s not what you want?”

“Why are you making me tell you to do this if it’s not what you want? Why are we doing this, Harrison?” He pushed Harrison away and zipped himself up with rushed movements. His dick had never been so soft. His heart had never been so hard. “I don’t know what you want here, but it’s sure as hell not me.”

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