Wes' Denial: Tease and Denial Book Two by Joseph Lance Tonlet

Author:Joseph Lance Tonlet
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, erotica, gay, contemporary, bdsm, degradation, sph, hot adult gay erotica, bdsm humiliation, bdsm power exchange

The bedroom smelled of steam and citrus shower gel as I pushed the door open. Thomas, who sat on the edge of the bed, quickly schooled his features, but not before I saw a hint of concern. Was it over subbing this evening, or was it over Henrik? I’d wager any amount of money he was still preoccupied with Henrik. And justifiably so—waterboarding was nothing to be toyed with. It temporarily induced respiratory obstruction or failure and was not only dangerous, but also scary as fuck. My only point of reference had been in military SERE training, but obviously Thomas had far more exposure and instruction in it than I did. I knew when it was used for pleasure, like various other forms of breath play, many subs found enormous satisfaction in the lowering of oxygen levels during release. With everything that had taken place that evening, I’d been more than willing to postpone collecting my winnings, but I took Thomas at his word that Henrik was perfectly fine. And, I had to admit, after witnessing their exchange in the hallway, Thomas was far more upset and in need of a distraction than Henrik appeared to be. I was all too happy to give him one.

Although I’d set my gaze on the desk, my destination, I couldn’t help but notice his eyes darting quickly to the tray as I passed by. Without wavering, I looked only toward the desk and set the tray down once I’d reached it.

Standing with my back to him, I began removing the tray’s contents—a CD, some candles, a fresh bucket of ice, more bourbon, and a crop—then ordered, “On your knees.” I purposely made him wait while I fiddled with this and that, again simply to illustrate who was in control.

“Let’s see,” I pondered out loud, slowly arranging items atop the desk. “How was it you were going to address me this evening? I seem to have forgotten.”

“Wes,” he wearily sighed.

“Nope. That wasn’t it,” I snapped. Glancing over my shoulder, I noticed he was still sitting on the bed.

My forehead crinkled. “I thought you said you were a man of your word?”

“I am,” he replied defensively.

“Then, one; get on your fucking knees; two, answer my question; and three, do not make me repeat an order again. Are we clear?”

Grabbing both refreshed glasses, I turned around and had to pause. There he was, Master Dom Thomas Marcani, naked on slightly spread knees, hands clasped behind his back, and eyes cast downward. What a fucking beautiful picture!

“You gonna answer my question, bitch?”

His eyes shot up to mine and then just as quickly were cast back down. “It was Jarhead, Sir. And…it is going to be all about degradation, isn’t it?”

I stepped up to him. “Eyes up.” I handed him one of the glasses. “Are you saying you can’t take it? Because if you are…”

“Fuc—”

“Tsk-tsk.” Tilting my head back toward the desk, I grinned. “There’s a sturdy crop over there with your name written all-the-fuck-over-it. And believe me, I know how to use it.

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