Wicked Game

An eBook By Jade Falconer.

"My name is Richard," he answered, realizing he hadn't even asked the name of the man he was going to use and abuse for three days. He admired the body that was slowly coming into view, not disguising his lascivious looks. It had been ages since he'd indulged himself with a pretty boy, and he was sure he'd never had one this lovely. And so innocent of what he was going to do to him. "What shall I call you?"

"Niels," he said simply. He toed off his worn boots and let his trousers fall to the floor, stepping out of them. It wasn't that he was afraid, really. He just hated being in such a position of weakness.

"Niels," Richard tried the name, gaze raking over the man's exposed body. "Lovely name. Scandinavian?" he asked idly, taking in the smooth, pale, hairless skin, and the long slender line of Niels' body. He couldn't even imagine how the man must feel, being ogled like this.

"Finland," he said shortly. He was doing his best not to glare, but even thieves had some principles, and he was about to compromise his. It wasn't a happy feeling.

"Finland," Richard repeated, as if they were having polite conversation. "I've never been there, but I hear it's very scenic." The position of power he was in now was exactly what he craved. He could feel the tightening in his lower stomach that signaled the beginning of arousal, and he smiled. "Turn around."

Niels turned to face the doors without a word. A shiver ran through him. He could see out into the back garden, so close and yet so far. He wanted to beg for mercy, but he couldn't let himself do that.

Richard made an appreciative sound. Niels had the most perfect ass he'd ever seen, firm and rounded, and he couldn't wait to slam into it. But the anticipation was too good to rush. "Bend over and put your hands on the desk," he ordered. The desk he'd so recently been robbing; Richard liked the irony. It was one of the many things he got off on.

Niels braced his hands on the desk and bent over at the waist. He couldn't remember ever being in such a humiliating position. He started to glance back over his shoulder, but stopped himself.

Richard took a moment just to admire the view, and his cock slowly hardened in his pants. "Very nice," he said, and moved closer. He stopped just behind Niels, saying, "Spread your legs. I want to see everything."

Niels felt his stomach twist. There was very little imagination necessary to realize how this was going to go. He spread his legs apart, his knuckles turning white where he gripped the desk.

If Richard had had less control, he would have moaned then. Niels' perfect, yet unwilling submission was exquisite. He had no intention of rape, though. He knew how to make a man enjoy what was being done to him. That was almost the best part. He placed his hand on Niels' back and ran it down slowly.

Niels drew in a sharp breath at the gentle touch. It wasn't what he'd been expecting. He was already partially aroused, and he cursed his own traitorous body. It took all his control to remain perfectly still.

Richard traced his fingers lightly down Niels' back, noting a faint crisscrossing of old scars marring the otherwise perfect skin. He moved his hand lower, over one firm buttock, and down to the upper thigh.

Niels squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't want to enjoy this. He wanted to fight against it, but he couldn't. It was either this or jail. He felt his throat tighten and his arm muscles started to burn from being tensed.

Slowly, Richard moved his hand to slide up Niels' inner thigh. He could see the faint tremble that meant that the other man really disliked this, or was trying not to like it. He hoped it was the latter. "Relax," he whispered, leaning close to Niels' ear.

He wasn't expecting Richard's voice so close and he started. "Relax? You are joking," he said, his accent distinctly English for a moment. He was about as far from calm as he could imagine being. Another man was stroking his body in a decidedly intimate way.

Richard's lips quirked into a genuine smile. "All right then, don't relax," he agreed, moving his hand around to the front and running it down Niels' flat stomach. He dropped his hand lower and was surprised to find Niels partially aroused.

Niels gasped when Richard touched his cock. "Clearly parts of me don't hate it," he said, gritting his teeth. He was becoming fully hard in Richard's warm hand, and he breathed fast. Maybe it would feel nice.

Richard had become rock hard when he felt Niels responding to him. The game suddenly changed, and he found himself even more intrigued. He stroked slowly, bringing Niels to full arousal...

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