Equation for Love (4 page)

you."Skye rolled his eyes. "This is assuming I'm a sub at

 

all. WhichI'mnot. CanI let go now?"

Liam grinned. "Asking permission already. Very good. And no, you may not."Liamknelt up and Skye's gaze lowered to Liam's cock. He had nothing but his own to compare it to, but Skye was sure Liam had a beautifulcock evenbymore informed standards.

"Now what, then?"It didn't have the same feelingas whenLiamhad held his wrists down. But, gradually, the urge to let go grew stronger and he was soon having to really focus in order to keep his hands where Liamhad told himto keep them.

"Now I get to go back to what I was doing. And you get to hold on...and don't let go, Skye. Don't you dare."

Inwardly, Skye scoffed. What if he did? What would Liam do? Skye was in charge here. He was the one paying for the man's time. Liam couldn't order him around. Yet, as Liamslid back down Skye's body, hot breath leaving a trail of gooseflesh in its wake, Skye didn't let go.

Liam's mouth closed on his cock again, and Skye hissed in pleasure--and still didn't let go. Liam began a slow bob, the hot, wet suction making every nerve in Skye's bodycome alive--and stillhe didn't let go.

He wanted to--oh God, he wanted to--but he didn't. As the seconds ticked by, the pleasure rose and the urge grew stronger to let go, to reach down and bury his fingers in Liam's short, spiky auburn-brown hair-- Skye began to think Liamwasn't so absurd after all. Because every moment that passed, his grip on the slats became less of his own choice and somehow morphed into the powerful desire not to give in, not to disappoint Liam, who had asked himto hold on.

It was like, in a strange way, Liam
was
holding his hands captive. But not physically. Skye's mind whirled at the implications.

"Oh my God..." His breath caught and he wasn't sure if it was the pleasure or the realization. "I think you're right."

Liam lifted his head and grinned. "I thought so. Now don't let go...or you'll get lesson number nine, which is a lesson in what happens when bratty subs don't do as they're told."

Ohhh...that shouldn't be as arousingas it was. What would he do? Skye almost wanted to let go just to find out. Then he realized if he held on, maybe he'd get a different lesson number nine--the one where he got rewarded for obeying.

Oh God, just thinking the word "obey" had him on the verge of orgasm. What was going on? How had he never known this part of himself existed? More to the point, how was it a complete stranger so easily brought it out inhim?

He couldn't come up withanswers to either ofthose very important questions, though, because Liam had both hands on his hips, lifting him this time, and was doing things to his cock with his mouth Skye had never, ever suspected were possible. He clutched the headboard, arching, his whole body shaking. "Liam...oh God...Liam, please..."

Liam growled, and the sound was so sexy. Skye's mind scrambled to figure out what had caused it, so he could do it again and again and get more sexy growls. "Liam..."He arched. "Please?"

There it was. Another growl.
Ohhh...it's the please.
Liam liked that. Skye looked down and was caught in molten-hot hazel eyes, more green right then thanbefore. His breathquickened evenmore.

"Please...I can't..."He couldn't hold onwas what he meant to say, but he barely got the first part out before his orgasmwas hard uponhimand he cried out. "Liam!"

The next thing he knew Liam wasn't sucking him anymore, he was kissing him, hot and deep, his taste muskier and almost primalas his hand reached between them and stroked Skye tight and fast to completion. Skye didn't even have a chance to be disappointed Liam's mouth was gone because, before he could be, the pleasure just exploded, like he imagined a star going supernova was like, consumingeverythinginits path.

He might have screamed into Liam's mouth, but then it was over as quick as it'd started and he did let go, reaching down to push at Liam's hands. Even the light grip he had on Skye's cock was too much in the aftershocks of the orgasm. It was like his nerves were allonthe outside instead ofin.

"Oh my God...oh my God..." He didn't even have words for that. For any of it. Not the sex, not the bizarre curve ballhis psyche had thrownat himcourtesy ofLiam--it was alltoo much.

What on earth had he been thinking? Twelve sessions with this man might very well be the death of him, if this first one was any indication. Still...he knew he'd go throughwitheverysingle one.

Liam was going to teach him everything he knew. Even more than Skye had bargained for. A sound investment, he thought. Right then, though, he didn't want to think and reached for Liam, mouth already cravingthe taste ofhimagain.

Oh, boy. He was introuble, wasn't he?
Chapter 4

Liam fiddled with his cell phone, then tucked it away in his pocket with a sigh of frustration, but not before glancing at the clock--7:12 P.M. Skye was late. Which wouldn't normally raise much concern--clients ran late all the time--but considering what had happened at their first meeting, and the way Skye had seemed very quiet and thoughtful when Liam had left... Well, Liamwasn't sure the other man would even show

up.He glanced up as the cocktail waitress passed by,

 

shaking his head at her friendly, questioning look. He didn't want a drink. What he wanted was Skye to show

 

up.As if in direct answer to his thought, Liam's gaze

wandered to the left and relief he probably shouldn't feel swept through him at the sight of Skye making his way through the gaming tables toward the bar in the center of the casino floor. Liam hadn't gotten attached to any client in a long time, but he already knew Skye posed a risk in that department. But he wasn't going to pull back, not yet. Right now, he still felt like he had controlofthe situation.

Control was what today's lesson was all about, in

 

fact.His lips twitched as Skye approached. The man

stood out like a quirky, sexy sore thumb. He wore another faded, retro T-shirt and ragged skinny jeans clinging to his slim hips. A pair of narrow blue suspenders and his black-rimmed glasses finished off the look, topped with messy, black hair going every which way. Some might mistake him for just another hipster, but Liamknew different. Skye wasn't a coddled twenty-something trying to come off as "indie" and "underground." He was just awkward and probably hadn't bought himself a new wardrobe since he started college. The man was seriously obsessed with his numbers.

He was also mind-bendingly appealing. Liam didn't even like brainy, geek types. But, oh, he liked Skye. His cock was alreadyhalfwayto hard inside his jeans.

"Hey."

Skye glanced around as he sat down. "I apologize. I'm still getting used to navigating these places. It's like they purposely make it impossible to find your way around incasinos."

Liam grinned. "They do. If you can't leave, you'll keep spendingmoney."
Skye blinked, like it hadn't occurred to him. "That actually makes sense." He shrugged and exhaled a nervous-sounding breath, looking around again. The Gaudi Bar was one of Liam's favorite haunts. There was something soothing about the vaguely under-thesea, stained glass feel of the place in the middle of the casino chaos. "Interesting choice. Why did you want to meet here?"
"Because things changed a bit withour first meeting. If we're going to continue in the direction we were heading, then a little renegotiation is in order. Neutral territory."
Skye's brows shot up. "Negotiations? We had a deal, and it was you who decided I wanted something different, not me. I don't think it's fair to change the parameters now."
Liamshook his head, gesturingto a passingcocktail waitress. "Two seven and sevens." Then he turned his focus back on Skye. "I'm not talking monetary negotiations. What I'm talking about is your submission and how deeply you want to explore that. Or don't want to explore it. Either way."
Skye's cheeks went all ruddy and he ducked his head, giving Liama quelling look fromunder his brows. "I do not think this is the place to be having such an...intimate conversation."
Liamlet out a soft laugh as the waitress brought the drinks, reaching up to hand her his card. "No tab; give yourselfa nice tip."He gave the drink in front ofSkye a little nudge as she went to handle the bill. "Have a drink, Skye. This is Las Vegas. No one is going to overhear, first ofall, and eveniftheycould manage over the dinof the machines and the dealers and the tourists, they wouldn't care. Because this is Vegas, professor, and what you're doing, what I'm doing, isn't against the rules."
Skye gave him a look, lips pursed. "There are no rules here."
Liamgrinned. "Exactly."
Skye didn't say anything for a minute, then took a sip of his drink, shrewd black eyes examining Liam across the smalltable. "CanI ask yousomething?"
Liam didn't need to be psychic to know what was coming. The softer ones, the newer ones, always wanted to know why, how, what made himdo what he did. Like he might be a lost soul they could save. There was nothing lost about Liam's soul and nothing tortured about his past, whichusuallydisappointed them.
He shook his head. "I'd rather you didn't. There's no good answer to that question, professor, and whatever one I gave would just end up disappointing you, since youcan't imagine beinginmyshoes."
Skye gave him a wry smile. "Well, I'm in my shoes and those are uncomfortable enough at the moment. I rescind the question I was going to ask."He went silent as the waitress returned with Liam's card and a flirty smile. When she was gone, Skye met Liam's gaze. "WhyamI here, then?"
"I already told you. Because the other night you learned something about yourself you can't ignore. Shouldn't ignore, anyway. And if I'mgoing to teach you about it, whichI'd like to, thenI need some info."
Skye narrowed his eyes, expression wary. "Like what?"
"Do you know anything about BDSM?" Considering Skye's reaction the other night, he was going to guess no. You could never tell, though, so it was best to ask.
Skye shook his head. Thenshrugged. "I Googled."
Liam's brows lifted and he smiled. "You did? When?"
Skye shifted in his seat, taking another drink and not meetingLiam's eyes. "After. Youknow."
Oh, Liam knew all right. So Skye had grabbed his laptop and gone Googling for information. He wasn't at all surprised, now that Skye had mentioned it. It was the kind ofthinghe should have expected. The manwas a scientist. Of course he would want as much informationas possible.
"And what did youfind, Skye?"
Skye met his gaze. "A lot of very strange things. And ifyou think for one second I'mletting you do some ofthat"--he shook his head--"you've lost your mind."
Liam laughed. "Yeah, I imagine some of it made your eyes just about pop out ofyour head, didn't it?"
Skye snorted. "Let's just say I immediately cleared mybrowser historyjust incase."
"None of what you found intrigued you, professor? Nothing caught your interest and made your heart race?"
Skye shifted in his seat some more, narrowing his eyes at Liam. "This is a sillyconversation."
"Answer me, Skye."His voice was firm.
Skye's eyes flicked to meet his gaze, wide behind his glasses. "Yes. Some things maybe caught my...attention."
"What things?" Skye's response to his authoritative tone told Liammore thanthe other manknew.
Skye let out a breath as he glanced around again. "I...here? Whycan't we go to the hotel?"
Liamlifted one brow. He didn't saya word.
Skye sighed again, squirming. "There was..." He lowered his voice. "There was some stuff about, um...I don't know, bondage. Leather bondage."
Oh, Liam liked the sound of that. Skye with his smooth, pale skin, bound in black leather shackles, ankle cuffs, even a chest harness... Liam's cock liked the idea verymuch. "Tellme more."
Skye's breath was quick and shallow, and if his eyes weren't so black, Liam was sure he'd see they were dilated in response to the subject and the situation

itself."What more? There were pictures. Lots of them.

Very...well, shockingpictures."
"Oh, I bet there were. Was it just the bondage that
caught your eye?"
Skye gave him a pleading look, but when Liam
didn't relent, the other man let out a shaky breath,
lickinghis lips. "No, not just the bondage."
"No,
Sir.
"
Skye blinked. "What?"
Liam smiled. "Sir, Skye. I want you to call me Sir
right now."
Skye's brows knit. "Why?"
Liam debated shifting the conversation back on
track, but he supposed this was on track, too, in a way.
The simple answer was, Because I said so, but that
wasn't allthere was to it.
"Because it puts youinthe right frame ofmind. Or it
willeventually."
"What do youmean?"
Liam lifted one shoulder. "I'm not with you twentyfour/seven, Skye. I'm not in control of you every moment. Even the times we are together, we might not be exploring your submissive tendencies all the time. However, when we are exploring it, when we're in that part of ourselves, it's a verbal cue. Sir is less about me wanting you to defer to me and more about getting you in the proper state of mind for what I have to teach you

next."Skye seemed to think about it--he was always

thinking--and then met Liam's eyes. "What if you weren't teaching me? I mean, would another Dom expect the same thing?"

Liam stomach flipped at the thought--Skye with another Dom--but he pushed aside the odd sensationto focus on the question. "Probably. Sir or Master are pretty common. It's not for me, though. It's for you. It's about turning on the switch inside you that says it's time to stop being 'Skye the genius in charge of everything' and be 'Skye the submissive who wants to please his Dom.'"Liamtilted his head. "Make sense?"

Skye hesitated, then nodded after a moment's pause. "In a strange way, yes. I'd have never thought of it like that." Then he smiled, almost shyly. "Thank you for answeringmyquestion."

"You're welcome. Now I'd like you to answer mine. Properly this time. Was it just the bondage that caught your attention, Skye?"

Skye pushed his glasses up with one finger and met Liam's gaze. "Yes, Sir. Just the bondage."
Liamwas the one shifting in his seat now, heart rate kicking up. "What about it?" Liam was dying to know what had gotten Skye all worked up, sitting there alone inthe hotelroomwithhis laptop after Liamhad left.
Skye cringed a little, running his hand through his hair. "There was one site...there was bondage. All, um...leather and rope and things--" He cut off, and Liam smiled. It was cute, how Skye struggled with the words.
"And youliked it? Youwant to tryit?"Theyalready knew Skye liked beingheld down. Liamwould bet he'd also get offonthe idea ofcomplete helplessness.
"Maybe."
Bingo.
Liamdid his best not to groan, gazing down to try to compose himself. He looked up after a minute and knew the smile on his face was wicked as hell. The sort of "Oh crap, what have I gotten myself into" look onSkye's said it all.
"Whichtype ofbondage caught your eye most? The leather, the rope, the prettyscarves?"
Skye rubbed the palms of his hands on his thighs as he shifted inhis seat. "I don't know."
Liam shook his head. "Not true. Tell me what you felt when you saw those pictures."He wished he'd been there to see it firsthand. To witness the way his eyes might have lit up, his cheeks turn ruddy with a blush maybe.
Skye gave himan indignant look. "I should fire you. I said I didn't think here was the proper place to have this discussion. Youwork for me, youknow."
"Yousound like a petulant child who's beingtold no for the first time in his life." Liam lifted his brows. "Is that it, Skye? You're not used to someone telling you no?"
Probably not, actually.
He was a genius, special, highly sought after by colleges and companies and the scientific community. Liam would bet he wasn't told what to do veryoften, ifever. Whichwas preciselywhy Skye craved it. Even if he didn't know what he craved,