Creations 2: Creation's Control (10 page)

“Stubborn
drun
,” Ryen murmured and forced Drekk back into bed.

“I can get up if I want to,” Drekk snapped.

“No, you can’t.”

“Who’s in charge here?”

“You are,” Ryen answered without missing a beat. “I’d be remiss in serving my master if I let him harm himself, whatever the hell his intentions.”

“I’m not going to harm myself, you ass. I wanted to,” he paused.
I wanted to see if you
have my favourite toy shoved up your ass, which is ridiculous. Both times I forced you to come,
seduced you past reason. Why the hell would you want it now?

“Yes?”

Drekk felt foolish. “I, ah, need to use the lav.”

“I’ll help you.”

“No,” Drekk protested as Ryen lifted him in his arms. They reached the outer door of the lav just as Drekk recalled his ability to speak. Not groaning at the feel of Ryen’s smooth yet battle-hardened skin took effort, as did his ability to quell the ache in his balls. “Put me down.
Now
.” Drekk drenched the room in scent.

Ryen tightened his arms before letting Drekk slide down his hot, hard body.

“Are you sure you don’t want me...to hold you?” Ryen licked his lips, focusing on Drekk’s mouth.

Drekk fixated on Ryen’s shallow breathing, racing heartbeat and steely cock. Moisture beaded at the tip of Ryen’s shaft, clear arousal he magnified by adding his tempting scent.

Hell, he wants this as much as I do. Fuck it.
“Ryen, turn around.” Ryen nodded slowly. “Yes, Sir.”

Drekk couldn’t put his finger on it, but he sensed a subtle relaxation in Ryen’s frame, much like a slave’s willingness to submit. His temperature warmed and then burned when Ryen turned around. “Bend over,” he growled.

When Ryen did, the sight shook Drekk’s very foundation.

His favourite toy, a bright yellow dildo was buried up to its length in Ryen’s ass.

“When did you decide to play with this?” Drekk asked in a hoarse voice he had no way of controlling.

“I live to serve,” Ryen murmured, still bent over. Without being asked to, he spread his legs wider. His plump sack begged to be touched.

“You live to serve who, Ryen?” Drekk cupped Ryen’s balls, fascinated at their hardness. He eyed the dildo, considering what to do.

“I serve you, Sir,” Ryen rasped.

“Why did you use this? Did I give you permission to touch my toys?” Ryen said nothing. His breathing grew heavier as Drekk played with his balls. Such taut, firm globes. So tight, so needful.

“Did you touch yourself, Ryen? Did you practice as I told you to before I left?”

“No, Sir.” Ryen groaned and pushed back into Drekk’s hand.

What amazed Drekk as much as Ryen’s audacity was his willingness to call him Sir. Just what the hell had he missed while he’d been out of it?

“Turn around.” He waited for Ryen to straighten and face him. Heavy-lidded eyes stared at him, blatantly begging to serve. “Get on your knees.”
Yes, yes. It’s time. I need this
. We
need this
.

Ryen fell to his knees without question.

“Suck me off.”

Ryen took Drekk balls deep.

“By the stars, Ryen. Have you been practicing
this
?” He sank his fingers into Ryen’s hair, controlling the pace, if not his response.

As much as he’d watched Ryen flaunt his nude body, it was nothing compared to his fantasies while asleep. He couldn’t breathe for want of sex with Ryen. Full sexual contact, penetration, anal, oral, whatever and whenever. Drekk felt as if he’d reached the end of his patience, which made no sense. In this training relationship,
he
was supposed to be the dominant, Ryen his submissive.

Yet here, now, Ryen commanded his reactions with that persuasive tongue. Those firm lips gave no quarter as they hugged Drekk’s shaft. Over and around his crown, laving the sensitive underside of Drekk’s cock with long, sweeping licks that made Drekk’s vision blur.

Ryen cupped Drekk’s balls and ran his fingers over Drekk’s ass and along his crack.

Without asking, he pried Drekk’s cheeks apart.

“Ryen,” Drekk warned in a throaty whisper.

Ryen groaned and released Drekk from his mouth. “Sir, turn around,”

“No.”

“I want to do this.”

“I’m telling you—”

“
Please
.”

Shaky from Ryen’s touch and wishing to hell he wasn’t, Drekk gave up this particular fight and turned around, facing the wall.

“Brace yourself, Sir,” Ryen said silkily.

Drekk leaned a forearm against the wall and allowed Ryen to spread his legs wider, unable to fight his pressing needs.

“That’s it,” Ryen soothed, no longer subservient. No matter how many times he called Drekk ‘Sir’, the truth was in the doing.

Drekk felt better realising Ryen hadn’t changed all that much. The conniver thought to disarm Drekk with sex and a false servitude. “You’re going to be punished, you know that,” he warned, eagerly anticipating such discipline.

“I can’t wait,” Ryen said on a chuckle that soon faded. Pressing his mouth to Drekk’s ass, Ryen licked his asshole. Rimming the sensitive flesh, Ryen used his whole mouth to stir Drekk into a frenzy. “Mmm, so good,” Ryen murmured as he thrust his tongue into Drekk’s hole.

It had been such a long time since Drekk had allowed anyone to breach him there. A small touch of a pleasurer’s finger, perhaps. But no real penetration. In spite of the few partners he’d formed relationships with, he’d never felt right allowing another to claim him there. The doing would feel too intimate, stealing into that small reserve Drekk held from the rest of world. That he allowed Ryen to lick him spoke volumes to the male’s potential danger. Only Ryen could reduce Drekk to desperate need.

Drekk squirmed, desperate to come. He arched his hips, pressing his hard cock against the wall when he wanted to be shoving deep inside Ryen. Ryen thrust his tongue deeper and reached around to grip Drekk’s shaft. The pleasure was all for Drekk, for an unworthy master who couldn’t command his servant’s obedience.

It nearly killed him, but Drekk called on every bit of inner strength he possessed. “No, stop.” He layered the room in scent. Need drove him. But he’d be damned if he’d let Ryen take charge. If he gave in now, he’d be proving his weakness. “Stop it, Ryen.” Ryen finally ceased, his loud breathing mingling with Drekk’s in the silence.

Beyond caring about the way he’d wanted to go about taking Ryen, Drekk forced his frustration inward and sought a hold on his tamped fury. He took a deep breath, turned around, and shoved his hands in Ryen’s hair. “Open your mouth.”

“Yes,” Ryen hissed.

Not waiting a second more, Drekk pushed his cock past Ryen’s parted lips. He held Ryen tightly by the hair as he fucked his mouth, staring into the other male’s eyes as he did so. Energy flowed between them, shoving Drekk into the swell of passion cresting near.

To see such a large, powerful male on his knees sucking him down gave Drekk a huge, addicting thrill. To know it was Ryen, a male he needed in ways he couldn’t explain, made him yearn for so much more.
I have to take him every way. I have to come all over him, to
mark him as mine.

“First your mouth,” Drekk breathed as he exploded.

Ryen swallowed it all, and Drekk realised Ryen held as tightly to Drekk’s ass as Drekk held to Ryen’s head. Finally letting go, Drekk watched Ryen suck him down, licking and stroking his semi-hard cock with his tongue.

“So good,” Ryen moaned, his face flushed with unfulfilled arousal.

“It’ll get better.” Drekk caught his breath and drew Ryen to his feet. “Turn around and bend over that table.” He followed Ryen a few steps to his right. Staring at Ryen’s ass, Drekk pulled out the dildo until only the head of it remained inside. “How does it feel in you?”

“Tight. Drekk!” Ryen yelled when Drekk shoved it back in, hard. “So fucking good.”

“That’s right. But it’s not as thick as my cock.” Which was growing harder as he worked Ryen. The lust for Ryen was all-consuming and not normal, at all. “When I shove inside you, you’ll hurt. I’m thick and long, and this thing in your ass is just a toy. But if feels good stretching you, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” Ryen breathed.

“Why did you put it in?”

“I wanted to get ready for you.”

His words stopped Drekk. “Why?”

Ryen groaned. “Please, Sir, don’t stop.”

Drekk worked him again and reached a hand under him, propping Ryen’s waist off the table. He grabbed Ryen’s slick cock with a possessive hand. Pre-cum slithered down the shaft, making it an easy pleasure to get Ryen off. “Imagine what it will feel like when I’m digging inside you. Fucking you hard while you jerk yourself off. I’ll come inside you, bathing you with my seed.” His own breath came faster as his erection returned.

“Oh yeah. Do it. Fuck me, now.”

Drekk wanted to. Stars, how he wanted to. But their interaction worried him enough to hold back. Hell, he’d imagined
marking
Ryen. A Xema trait to claim a mate. Considering both Drekk and Ryen held rare Xema blood in them, marking Ryen would have mated them in truth. A scary situation when Drekk still wasn’t sure if he could handle being around the volatile male all the time. Already Ryen eroded Drekk’s control over his baser impulses.

“I’ll fuck you when I’m ready. Not before.” Drekk shoved the dildo in harder and Ryen cursed. Roughly jerking Ryen’s cock, Drekk applied more pressure. Nothing soft or tender about this taking. Brute force and animalistic need. He let Ryen feel his erection, brushing it against Ryen’s ass cheeks while he fucked him with the dildo.

“I’m gonna come,” Ryen said in a guttural tone. He groaned.

“Do it all over my hand.” Drekk felt hot cream spurt over his hand and continued to milk Ryen’s seed as he shoved the dildo home and kept it there. His own arousal proved annoying. Not wanting desire to rule him, Drekk accepted what he felt and left it alone, more than ready to show Ryen who was really in charge.

Ryen gasped, trying to catch his breath.

“It was good, wasn’t it? But not as good as it’s going to be.” Drekk pulled out the dildo and tossed it aside. He teased Ryen with his dick, pushing its tip into Ryen’s ass. Ryen froze.

“Imagine me splitting you open when I ram inside you. Because once I have you, I’ll keep taking you whenever and wherever I please. You’ll be mine to fuck, mine to share if I please.”

Ryen glanced over his shoulder, confusion on his face.

Finally, a reaction other than acceptance. The possibility of conflict made Drekk feel better. Maybe with Ryen’s help he could resist mating. “Now go into the lav and clean yourself up. When you’re done, I expect you on that bed on your back. And I
will
find the controller to the magnecuffs, so don’t even think about anything cute. Stand up.” Ryen slowly stood and wobbled on his legs. Drekk wondered how adjusted Ryen had actually been to the anal toy and felt a small measure of guilt that he hurriedly tucked away.

He’d nearly lost control. The past few days were bad enough while Drekk was forced to rely on Ryen’s strength. But he’d proven himself today.

Drekk had dominated Ryen, sexually. A step in the right direction if Ryen were to truly heal and accept his passive tendencies. Ryen needed to submit, so why did Ryen actually doing so make Drekk want to run in the other direction?

Because you want him no matter what he really needs. You’ve finally found someone you want
to keep all for yourself. It scares you because you’re not as in control of yourself as you want to be.

He’s not like all the others. With Ryen you’ll lose the wall around yourself keeping the world safe from
what you really are. Abomination...

Drekk stepped back. “Clean yourself and return to me when you’re ready for some ‘guidance’.” Drekk smirked, but instead of the anger he expected to see from Ryen, he received a quiet nod before Ryen did what he’d been told.

“What the fuck is going on around here?” Drekk sat as soon as Ryen left, his hands at his throbbing temples. Glaring at his engorged cock, he shook his head. “What the hell are you doing to me?”

Ryen waited until the lav door closed behind him before he sagged against the wall.

Dear space, but he’d come so hard. His dick still pulsed and his asshole puckered, waiting for another taste of Drekk’s cock.

He’d never imagined sex to be so satisfying.

“I don’t hear any water in there.” Drekk yelled through the door.

Ryen yelled back, “I’m getting there. Just using the facilities.” A good idea he took advantage of before stepping into the cleansing feature. While he stood under a burst of water and solar rays, Ryen wondered if Drekk might catch on to Ryen’s real agenda. While helping Drekk the past few days, Ryen had learned something astonishing about himself. He
loved
caring for Drekk. Taking care of the stubborn male was different than taking care of Anin, Ryen’s vulnerable sister.

Though at first incapacitated, Drekk had wakened with his strength returned. A hardy male who had the discipline to control not only himself, but take on a horde of Ebrellions. In defeating so many, Drekk had unconsciously wormed his way through Ryen’s safeguards.

Now the thought of submitting to Drekk didn’t bother him in the slightest. If anything, Ryen burned for the opportunity to bend over and be taken. He wanted nothing more than to feel Drekk’s dick deep inside him, controlling him with whatever means his
master
deemed necessary.

Ryen quivered with desire and a satisfaction bordering on ecstasy. Finally. That missing part of himself, that frustrated void had been filled. Drekk’s scent, his body and soul called out to Ryen on every level. It was with sheer will that Ryen remained aloof, not wanting to show Drekk how easy he’d find the taking. Much as Ryen needed to submit, he also needed to fulfil what he sensed of Drekk’s desires. Drekk wanted to conquer by seduction. He didn’t want an easy, too-willing partner. No, Ryen’s lover needed a challenge.

Ryen took the controller out of his hiding spot behind the soap collector and removed his magnecuffs with a small ping. He kept his collar on, a soothing reminder of where he belonged. To his strong, sensitive yet domineering new master.