Chapter Nine

Jackson

I groan, hanging my head for a moment as my impending orgasm sends thrills of electricity through me, my muscles tensing and clenching, ready to let go.

"I'm going to come, Master," says Sebastian, his gaze suddenly panicked.

"No. I forbid it," I say. "Hold it until I say so."

My pet whimpers but nods, pursing his lips in that exquisite agony only one who engages in edging can understand, as he dances upon the precipice beside me. "Yes, Master."

"I told you we can be whatever you want," I say in partial frustration, answering his earlier question. "I gave you the option of enemies or lovers, and you fucked around with the idea of friends with benefits," I growl. "Then your bratty ass suggested enemies."

"That's not what I want," he says, running his hands over my inked chest, his gaze pleading. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I was a brat. I want you to hurt me, but I need you to claim me. I want to be with you, Jackson."

His admission forces my breath to catch in my throat, and my heart to race. Owning Sebastian would be nothing short of a dream come true. He's beautiful, a talented businessman, a flexible lover, and an absolute deviant at heart—just like me. As much fun as the concept of remaining rivals is, owning his ass in an official capacity is worth so much more.

"I want to be your only lover," I say, catching his lower lip between my teeth. I grind against him, giving it a little love bite. "I want you in my Dungeon whenever I need you, not the other way around. And I want you outside of the club, not just behind closed doors. I want you to truly be mine—and not just my sub—my boyfriend."

Sebastian gasps, his fingers pale and splayed on my flesh in desperation. "I'm going to come," he sulks, biting his lip until I see blood bead.

"Do you accept my terms?" I press. My own orgasm is ready to explode out of me with enough violence to tear my cock off.

Sebastian's eyes are wide and full of desperation and honesty. "Yes, yes. I'll be yours, Master. I'll be your boyfriend. You'll be my only lover, I swear it. I swear to God."

His words are like a balm for my soul, the answer to a wish I didn't know I'd ever made. My red-light rival has become my lover, and it's all I want in this moment. It's everything. "Come with me," I command. I fuck my slick, throbbing, rock-hard cock against his until my ass clenches, my sac tightens, and my second orgasm of the night spews out of me in violent spurts, pumping my cum up Sebastian's colorful chest.

At the same moment, as if we were both too far gone to hold back a second longer, my boyfriend bucks beneath me, writhing and cursing under his breath as his liquid love mixes with mine in a delicious, glistening mess.

"Fuck," I growl. Supporting my weight, I rest my forehead to his. With my eyes closed, I savor this moment. I didn't get to finish in his gloriously tight, inked ass, but it doesn't matter. Not one bit . Because now this ass, and the man who owns it, are mine. Sebastian Crenshaw is my boyfriend. The words repeat in my mind as my breathing slows, and the blood returns to the rest of my body. "That was something else."

Sebastian tips his head back, and raises his face to kiss me, and I let him. "It was," he breathes when our lips part.

Rolling off my perfect pet and onto the mattress beside him, I throw one arm above my head, using it as a makeshift pillow, and stare at the ceiling, lost in my bliss.

"So, what now?" asks Sebastian, his gaze searching, and lust glazed as he turns onto his side to watch me.

"Now, we get cleaned up and ready for act four."

"There's a fourth act?"

"Baby, we haven't even gotten properly started."

My boyfriend snakes his hand across my chest, then he props himself up on one elbow, a cheeky expression playing upon those gorgeous lips of his. "Well, before we hit the showers, how about you let me clean you up enough so you're presentable to walk the halls of your own club?"

A growl rumbles up from within me, and I feel a second fire burst to life, awakening with the heat and need of a slumbering dragon. "What did you have in mind?"

"Just let me take care of you, lover," he answers. He scooches closer, his head lowering and his tongue flicking out to languidly lap up the fast-cooling jizz on my belly.

I put both hands up behind my head and get comfortable, ready to enjoy the show.

Like a hungry little whore, Sebastian avidly cleans me, his gaze flitting up to meet mine every so often, a deviant, bratty gleam in his eyes.

It's hot as hell, and I can't wait to reward him for his diligence and good behavior. "You really are beautiful, Crenshaw," I say appreciatively. "I can't believe you've wanted me all this time and never said anything. We've wasted so much time."

My new boyfriend licks his lips and tuts with a delectable smirk. "And I can't believe you've hated me all this time," he retorts.

I shrug against the bed. "Love … hate … you know what they say. It's a fine line."

Sebastian laughs, and it's like music to my ears. "I think that's pleasure and pain you're thinking of."

I roll my eyes. "Same fucking thing."

"There," says my pet proudly, sitting back on his fine ass. "All clean."

I sigh. "I really am lucky you set up shop across the street from me."

Sebastian bites his lip. "Hang on," he says. "It appears I've missed a spot." And then he takes my half-soft cock into his mouth and begins to suck it clean, never batting an eye at the fact that he's chowing down on the taste of his own hot little ass.

So much for never going ass to mouth! I chuckle internally.