“Thanks.” A frown marred Danny’s forehead, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips that said he thought Paul was still skirting reality. “I trust you too.”
Paul bit his lip, knowing Danny didn’t understand the gravity of the statement. He was just pondering trying to explain it to him when Danny reached up and rubbed his fingers against Paul’s bottom lip. He recognized the glaze of absolute adoration in Danny’s eyes, greedy and hungry, one desperate to possess and own.
If Paul hadn’t handed his soul over to Eve a long time ago, he’d swear Danny was his soul mate. All the parts fit. It felt as if they had been designed to be together and Paul felt not only incredibly stupid, but extremely angry that he hadn’t figured it out sooner. If anyone was a Dom, Danny was.
He just didn’t know it yet.
Paul sucked Danny’s finger into mouth, doing it slowly, making his eyes soft and obedient on purpose. Danny’s sharp intake of breath, the way he licked his lips as full eyelashes fell to half-mast, all of it was enough to make Paul decide right then that he would gladly be Danny’s slave forever.
Danny’s other hand threaded into Paul’s hair. He used the grip to hold him still as he pushed a second finger into his mouth, forcing Paul to suck both digits deeply. Paul’s eyes rolled back, his arms barely holding his weight as the sheer rapture of submission rolled over him, drowning him in an obscure reality. With Danny, the subspace seemed to ebb and flow. Hitting Paul in a tidal wave of euphoria when he least expected it, causing it to clash with an adrenaline rush that burned bright when Danny could feed it so instinctively.
Danny pushed Paul onto his back, leaving him sprawled out on the mattress as he crawled over him. Paul opened his mouth obediently when Danny touched his lips once more. The dark smile Danny gave him when Paul sucked his fingers a second time made his stomach clench with want. His cock was rock hard, hypertensive as it brushed against Danny’s stomach. He couldn’t help the way his eyes slammed shut and his hips arched up in a silent invitation he was praying Danny would take.
“Spread your legs,” Danny said, grabbing Paul’s thigh to make his point. “I’m gonna watch you as I fuck you this time.”
Paul spread his legs, more exposed than he could ever remember being. The feeling was more potent than a drug as it slipped into his bloodstream, feeding the fires of his fetishes. He arched back, moaning against Danny’s fingers. His entire body was strung tight in anticipation and he fisted his hands in the white sheets, desperately searching for an outlet for the tension.
When Danny pulled his fingers out of Paul’s mouth, only to reach down and push them into his ass, he couldn’t have pulled away even if he’d wanted to. He shouted when Danny’s fingers brushed against that place inside him that he’d found with his cock in the shower. As it had before, all the air left his lungs, forcing Paul to try to remember how to breathe through the pleasure that was all-encompassing.
Searching for a thread of resistance against coming, Paul fisted his cock, squeezing it at the base to stop a repeat of what happened in the shower. He usually had a little bit of control, but with Danny it was obliterated.
“I want you to beg to be fucked.”
“Shit,” Paul panted, arching his hips brazenly against Danny’s fingers because he felt as if he was dying from need. He really wanted to beg Danny not to be quite so innately good at everything that turned him on, because he was in lust overload. His pulse deafened him, his breathing was harsh and uneven like that of a wild animal. Using more strength than he knew he had, he forced his eyes open and looked at Danny pleadingly. “I’m begging,” he choked out in a hoarse whisper. “Please, Danny Boy.”
Paul groaned in disappointment when Danny stopped the torture he was inflicting to lean over, fishing behind the mattress with a curse. Paul was so lost to the lust, he didn’t understand until Danny pulled out a small, clear bottle. He frowned at it for a second and then couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips in spite of the desperation. “You keep lube behind your bed?”
“Shut up, Paul Guy.” Danny glared as he opened the bottle, his hands shaking noticeably. “You’re not really in a position to be mocking a jerk-off bottle of lube when you got busted being chained up and beaten for the fun of it, are you?”
“True.” Paul wilted under Danny, feeling such a profound swell of adoration and admiration for him he thought his chest might burst from the force of it. “I’d wear a collar for you, Danny Boy. I’d wear it forever,” he whispered, wanting to convey just how deeply he cared about him.