Chapter 22

"Slow,"I mumbled against Reed's neck, then bit right above his sexy green collar. Sweat rolled down my body and dripped from me, sticking my back to Reed's muscled chest. I was so fucking hot, and all my muscles were burning from overuse. I did my best to fight off the impending orgasm that spiraled in my stomach and tightened every muscle in my groin, but it was difficult.

Not yet.

I didn't want to blast off until I'd wrung every ounce of pleasure out of my beast that I could. I wriggled and squirmed, and he stilled underneath me, cock lodged deep in my body. I noticed he'd gripped the arm of the couch to our right so hard that he'd ripped the leather out of the stitching. Fuck, that was tantalizing.

"What? Why?" he growled, and his body tensed. I had the remote for his collar in my left hand—it was cute and small, so I liked to use it rather than my phone sometimes—but I suspected he was enjoying this play right now. He would obey. The rules were simple. If he didn't stop when I told him to, I shocked him. I'd taken us both to the edge about three times now. I let my legs fall wider apart as my cock thrummed with need and leaked.

If I'd ever been this hard, I couldn't remember. I grabbed Reed's hand and slid it around to my cock. He scraped his teeth along my shoulder and toyed with the head. I gritted my teeth and shivered, then squeezed my cock at the base until the urge to come slipped away—almost. Everything hovered on the edge of eventuality.

"Master," he murmured, then sucked on my earlobe.

"Fuck," I hissed as my cock twitched and tension made my chest tight. "Go. Fuck me now, Beastie." I tugged on the leash hooked to his collar, and he moved me in a sensuous roll of our bodies. His hips drilled his cock up into my ass. This time, I let the feelings wash over me, falling deep into the rush.

The knocking on the front door didn't register at first, and when I noticed it, I fucking hated it. Wanted to shoot whoever was being so incessant on the other side. But the game we'd been playing for the last two hours teased my control, and I fought back a hysterical laugh.

"Stop, we have to answer the door," I murmured.

"No," he said, fucking me faster. The couch rattled with the force of his thrusts.

"Yes." I pinched his side, and he squeezed my bruised hips so hard they ached, but as soon as I held up the remote, he stopped with his lip curled. God, he looked dangerous and sexy.

"Put me down and go answer the door."

He snorted and leaned to the side to eye me up—maybe checking to see if I was serious—but after a few seconds, he lifted me off his lap. I suddenly found myself empty and hissed at the terrible feeling.

Bruised.

Battered.

Aching.

A weird pleasure teased through me. He leaned down and kissed me so hard that I felt my lower lip crack and bleed in the middle, and it was fucking perfect. That awful rapping on the front door continued, and he broke away to strut across the living room, leash dangling. I laughed when he yanked the door open.

I couldn't see whoever was on the other side, but the sputtering was fucking beautiful.

"Who's there, my dutiful Beastie?" I called, then got up to slink over and wrap myself around him. I peeked over his solid shoulder and realized the man was one of Sloan's flunkies who did shit work for him. He was probably in his early twenties in a mediocre black suit. Cute with blond curls and a sneer that could drop a man at fifty paces. Shit, what is his name?

"Oisín. I was instructed to hand this to you personally," he said, then shoved a thick black envelope in my direction.

"Beastie, retrieve that for me," I said lazily.

"The boss told me to hand it to you," the man said with a frustrated sigh. He stared over the top of my head and pointedly didn't look down. I didn't know why. Reed's dick was a magnificent representation of the male form.

"Are you Ceallach?" I asked, drawing his name out as it barreled into my mind.

His cheeks flushed and he darted a glance at my face. "You know I am, sir."

"I couldn't remember if that was you or your brother." The longer I kept him at the door, the redder his face became.

Reed snorted and grabbed the envelope.

I slapped his ass hard enough to leave a vivid print, but Reed didn't react to it at all. "Beastie, you ruin all my games."

He rolled his eyes. I twiddled my fingers in Ceallach's direction, and a sneer popped onto his face as the door slammed closed. I laughed, and Reed turned in my arms. I gasped as he lifted me and held me against the door. I wrapped my legs around him, and he slid home into my body.

"Stay," I growled out as the burn of being entered so abruptly tripped my nerves. Pain, pleasure, and need battled together in my body as heat blossomed in my chest. Reed stared at my face as if he wanted to kill me, but also there was something else there. A consideration. He wanted to please me and fuck me, and I was drowning in the happy feelings that shoved into my stone-cold heart.

I'd never felt this way.

He flinched, a small twitch of his mouth, but I noticed.

"What's wrong?"

His muscles tensed against me. "My knee."

"Will you drop me?" I asked, glancing into his eyes as I opened the envelope.

"No." I'd tweaked his pride because he lifted me higher.

I snickered and removed the fancy piece of paper inside. Green ink swirled around the words Appreciation Party for Grady Maher, and I rolled my eyes, not bothering to read the rest because I knew what it would say and what the address would be.

"Oh, goody. An invitation to a party for a kiss ass."

"Who?" he asked, muscles trembling. Without direction from me, he landed a hand on my cock and kissed up my throat, and I moaned as I let the invitation flutter to the floor. I squeezed my ass around him as hard as I could, and he growled.

"Grady. Sloan must be handing the car over to him and wants us there as part of his presentation of the goods. Or me, anyway, but I'm taking you. I didn't say you could?—"

Without warning, he pulled out and set me on the floor, then backed away with his arms crossed. I was horny and deeply unhappy at the change in situation, but I'd left the remote on the couch and wasn't in much of a position to do anything drastic. My leaking cock and twinging, empty hole distracted me.

"Why?" I asked, feeling hurt.

He rolled his head on his neck, flexing his shoulders, and a thrill of fear skittered through me and made my cock ache even more.

"Why? Are you insane?" he bellowed.

I rested my head back against the door and stroked my cock. He licked his lips as he watched me, and I tortured us both with my slow, steady rhythm.

"It's a chance to dress you up and take you out."

He cringed and ran a hand over his hair. "I can't be in a room with Mr. Killough or any of the people who will be there. You know that."

"You said you love me." I pouted.

"Not enough to die," he hissed, but it was interesting to me that his cock was still standing at attention and his gaze was glued to mine.

"You'll kill someone for me, but you won't endure an evening of expensive finger foods and good booze?" I ran my thumb around my cockhead, then turned and leaned my shoulder against the door. I let him get a good angle to watch me fuck my own fingers into my hole, and he growled. Sharp excitement washed through me.

"You know the boss doesn't want me there."

"I want you there," I said, then whimpered as I sped up the thrusts in my hole. I wasn't playing around, either. We'd been teasing each other for so long that my ability to hold off was shot.

"Why?" he snapped.

"That's enough, Beastie," I said, but my breath was a raspy whisper. "Because I love you."

"So you've fucking said, but this seems more like you hate me. Do you want to get me killed?" He took a step closer.

"What I want to do is make a big deal about how much help you were without telling anyone about how fucking stupid I was while stealing that car. I should be dead. Thanks to you, I'm not. I won't tell them that, because a boy needs to maintain his mystery, but I do want them to know you were indispensable." I stopped fucking myself and turned around to rest back against the door. The interruption was awful, the worst feeling in the world, and I almost wanted to cry.

His green eyes were wide and he licked his lips, glancing up and down my body. "Oh."

"If I wanted you dead, I would have the decency to do it myself."

Reed rushed me and lifted me again. This time when he slid into my ass it hurt more because the lube had barely been enough to start with. He fucked me hard and fast against the door, and I was so far gone all I did was shout and hold on for the ride. His cock smashed my prostate just right when he adjusted me, and I stiffened in his arms as my balls pumped cum between us.

He growled and fucked faster, and the unmistakable sensation of him spraying his cum deep inside me distracted me from anything else. I held him and peppered kisses across his face, taking the time to lick the scar on his jaw.

"Thank you," he whispered. "Master."

Happiness sparked through my veins, and I kissed his cheek, then nipped it. "Don't thank me yet. I have no idea what you would have to do to truly make a recovery in Sloan's eyes. He hasn't forgiven you, he's indulging me, and you shouldn't forget it. We do have to be careful at the party. It wouldn't take much for Sloan to put a bullet in your head." I tapped his temple.

"I hate that you use his name that way," he hissed, setting me on my feet carefully.

"What way?" I wanted to laugh as rage twisted his features.

"Like he's your friend. Or...."

Smirking, I patted his cheek. "Jealous?" I winked and whirled around, opening the door.

Ceallach flailed and fell on his ass, then stared at me with horror firmly etched on his far from innocent face. He blushed, scrambled to his feet, and then ran.

"Did you have fun peeping? I would be careful with that. I heard that Sloan cut someone's eyes out once for spying on Conall when he wasn't in the mood to share. Take care!" I waved.

Ceallach flipped me off as he hopped into his black car, one of the nondescript sedans that Sloan kept for his men to run errands in.

Reed snorted and hooked an arm around my shoulder as we both stood in the doorway naked and watched him flee. "How did you know he was out there?"

I shrugged. "Wouldn't you have listened?"

Reed scowled and glared at me out of the corner of his eye, but then his lips quirked and he kissed my temple, probably the softest caress he'd used with me all afternoon. "Who wouldn't want to hear you get fucked?"

"You?"

"That's just because I do all the fucking now," he said, glaring at me.

"Do you?" I walked my fingers up his chest, then tugged on his collar.

He didn't do anything except stare.

"Well, then you better do it again."

He huffed out a laugh as he slammed the door behind us.