SE Jakes Bound By Honor (6 page)

Getting Tanner out of here in his condition, unscathed, could require a major ass-kicking. Damon was more than wil

ing t o d o so , especial y after h e realized that Tanner ha d i n fact been drugged a s L C ha d suspected, judging b y his

sluggishness and the size of his pupils. And Joe eyed him as Damon continued to stroke Tanner’s back. “Thought you

were in mourning?”

“You shouldn’t think. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”

Joe lunged and Damon stood to greet the gesture, taking his hand from Tanner’s back momentarily.

“This is my room,” Joe said with a snarl.

“With my boy. And you don’t own the club.”

Joe took a step back, crossed his arms, stood over Tanner proprietarily. “If he’s yours, then prove it.”

Damon bent to place a hand on Tanner’s neck since the boy’s breathing had become harsh again. “I don’t take

orders from you, Joe. You can see how he responds to me.”

Tanner did respond as if he’d been Damon’s forever—that was obvious to al of them. Damon watched Tanner’s back

rise and fal unevenly, smel ed the fear and arousal mixing.

To Joe, that fear was intoxicating. “Maybe the four of us could work something out.”

Damon would need to diffuse this situation quickly. “I need to speak to my boy alone for a moment—

can you give us some privacy?”

Joe looked disgruntled, but he motioned for Hunt to fol ow him into the large bathroom. “You’ve got until Hunt makes

me come.”

When the bathroom door closed, leaving the two men alone, Damon knelt by the side of the bed and forced Tanner to

look at him.

“You’re here—drunk. Vulnerable. You let them drug you. You let your guard down, Tanner. Why is that?” Damon knew

why

—it was his fault. He’d stirred something inside Tanner that made al of this come up like a swirling sea of sand. “What

are you doing here?”

“You’re not my keeper,” Tanner growled, his pupils larger than they should be and yes, that was true.

He sounded very much with it and Damon just had to hope that Tanner’s consent—when and if he gave it—wouldn’t

be the drugs talking.

Damon didn’t think it would be. “I’m not your keeper, but you’re damned happy to see me, aren’t you, little boy?”

Tanner tugged at the bonds hard for a few seconds and then gave up, remaining stil . Knowing Damon was his only

way out and stil being stubborn.

“You realize what they’re going to do to you, right? And you being a top and al , getting fucked might not be what you’d

planned. Or did you?”

“No. I’ve never been fu—” Tanner started and then stopped. Buried his cheek against the pil ow a nd Damon’s heart

tugged.

How could the boy know if he was a bottom if he was stil a virgin? No wonder Tanner was confused as hel . Damon

had assumed he’d bottomed for men who didn’t know what the hel they were doing, but this was an entirely different

situation.

“Last night…was that the first time someone put a dildo inside of you?”

Tanner nodded, his breath a hiccup.

“Okay, breathe, Tanner. Please breathe.” Damon was tel ing himself that too, because he was suddenly having

trouble pul ing air into his lungs. The boy was far too vulnerable here and Damon had been there himself and goddammit,

he couldn’t let Tanner’s first time be here—not like this.

He’d tied men down for years—but there was nothing consenting about this situation. And stil , there would have to be

some sort of show to satisfy Joe. Tanner would have to consent to Damon. “I’m going to get you out…but I’l have to guide

you through a scene.”

Tanner protested by fighting the bonds so hard Damon was afraid he’d break his wrists. “Can’t we just get the hel out

of here?”

“There are rules. Protocol.”

“Fuck your rules. You broke your own rules last night,” Tanner spit out and yes, this was al about what happened last

night. Tanner took what happened as the rejection it was. Damon hadn’t realized how deeply it had affected him until this

moment.

And stil , he needed to talk some sense into him. “You’re going to have to do what I say now.”

“Forget it,” Tanner said roughly.

“They’re going to fuck you,” Damon told him. “Do you want them instead of me?”

Tanner’s breath hitched. “No. But I don’t want to do this here with you…not like this.”

“You have no choice.”

“Please,” Tanner whispered and his plea yanked at Damon harder than he thought possible.

There was a long moan from the bathroom and time was up. The bathroom door opened a few moments later, with

Joe stumbling out on shaky legs and Hunt behind him with a self-satisfied look.

Joe leaned against the wal , said, “I’m waiting, Damon. Because if he’s not yours—”

“I’m not yours either, Joe—so fucking untie me,” Tanner demanded, and that’s when Damon replaced his hand on the

back of Tanner’s neck.

“Stop, boy. Now. I know that I need to do this now. I have to show them that you’re mine,” Damon murmured. “Fol ow

my lead.”

“Fuck you,” Tanner muttered, loud enough for Joe and Hunt to hear. Joe merely raised an eyebrow and then said, “I

think someone needs a lesson.”

For the first time that night, Damon actual y agreed with him.

“Are yo u always this self-destructive when yo u come home from combat?” Damon growled i n hi s ear, a nd Tanner

realized he’d played with fire a nd would have t o suffer the consequences—there would b e n o easy wa y o ut o f this

situation at al .

Lately, yes, he had been completely self-destructive. But he was humiliated and pissed and so fucking needy al at the

same time, h e didn’t know what t o sa y o r d o . Instead, h e buried hi s face into the pil ow again a nd hoped Damon

understood, the way he always claimed to.

His arms were starting to go numb, as were his legs. The chains and cuffs were tight, and he was hot and cold at the

same time.

“I’l undo the cuffs—but don’t you move. Understood?”

The command i n Damon’s tone was something that couldn’t b e ignored. Tanner responded t o i t, wanted more o f it,

needed to obey and so he nodded, shivered as the cuffs came off. Damon rubbed the blood back into his arms and legs

and Tanner al owed it, stayed calm and fol owed Damon’s instructions.

“Better?” Damon asked and Tanner nodded mutely.

A smooth, cool palm rubbed the nape of his neck and Tanner breathed again.

“Touch is hard when you first come back,” Damon murmured, so only the two of them could hear.

“It always was,” Tanner whispered back. “Too much contact and I…”

“ I know.” Damon’s hand rubbed, massaged, moved t o Tanner’s shoulders—that, h e hadn’t expected…he’d thought

it would be al hard edges. No talking except for dirty words…no time for his likes and dislikes.

“Is it supposed to be like this?”

“It’s not supposed to be like anything.”

Tanner nodded. Swal owed hard. Then, “I like it rough.”

“I know that too.” But Damon didn’t stop the gentle massage. His fingers trailed the dips of Tanner’s muscles, even as

Tanner’s skin felt hot and tight.

He was achy and needy, ready to beg.

But he didn’t. Wouldn’t.

“You’re a tough one, aren’t you?” Damon mused. “Al you have to do is ask.”

“It’s never that simple.”

“This time, it is.”

Could it be? He’d spent too much time believing otherwise.

“What do you want?” Damon’s voice invaded his ears. “Do you want me to lay you out across my lap and spank you

until your ass is red and you’re coming on my thighs because you can’t not come?”

Tanner opened his mouth to say no, but no didn’t come out. His cock twitched though, his body betraying him every

step of the way, and even though Damon couldn’t see that, he knew. The man just knew.

“Spank you…and then fuck you into tomorrow,” Damon continued and
God, yes.

Tanner looked up when he realized he’d spoken those words out loud. Damon’s eyes blazed, a smal smile playing on

his lips.

“Then it’s going to happen. Now.”

Within seconds, and with surprising ease, Damon pul ed Tanner up off the bed and positioned him across his lap,

bare ass in the air.

He cried out with a howl of surprise, struggled but a strong arm held him down, steadied him while the other came

down, bare hand meeting bare skin. He swore he could smel the lust—his own, Damon’s…Joe’s and Hunt’s, because

even though he couldn’t see them, they were watching this play out.

He heard his breath hitch and he felt like crying but he wanted more.

And then Damon’s hand came down on his bare ass a second time and a third in quick succession.

Tanner’s face had already flamed, he lost his breath and began to moan incoherently. His body bucked, and he heard

the sounds of approval around him as he lost himself in the rhythm…the pain…the loss of control.

He was going to come. His cock rubbed Damon’s thigh and his bal s tightened in anticipation, and he screwed his

eyes tight and prepared to let his body take him where he needed to be. At least until Damon’s voice broke in.

“You don’t come without my permission—you know that,” Damon told him firmly. “I think you just wanted to be

punished.”

“Please,” he tried to say, but it came out a whimpered moan and that bought him three more heavy, fast slaps, and his

cock throbbed against Damon’s thigh. Then Damon grabbed his hair and lifted his head so Tanner could see Joe and

Hunt watching, lust heavy in their eyes.

“Such a good boy…putting on a nice show for the men,” Damon told him as he slapped his ass a few more times and

Tanner struggled for balance. “Tel them you like it.”

“I…like…it,” he managed, and Damon put his head back down and continued without a break until Tanner lost track of

everything but the al -consuming need to come.

“Now, Tanner. Come now or you’re not al owed to come at al ,” Damon said suddenly and Tanner’s dick listened, the

orgasm spasming through him as though he hadn’t come in months. The wet was on his bel y and Damon’s thighs, and

he squirmed through the aftershocks as Damon stroked his ass, which burned like hel .

Slowly, he slipped down off Damon’s lap. Again, he’d been put on display in front of people—and again, it was his

own damned fault. And now he was on his knees with Damon embracing him…saw Hunt on his knees in front of Joe…

and Joe’s eyes on him.

The drug was wearing off now, thanks to the sweat…the activity…and even though his head wasn’t completely clear

of the drugs, he knew that his reaction to what Damon had done had nothing to do with drugs.

“I am going to fuck you, Tanner—make no mistake about that. But not here. I want you al to myself when my cock goes

inside your virgin ass for the first time,” Damon murmured so only Tanner could hear, and relief washed over him.

He buried his face against Damon’s neck and he felt…stronger.

Damon murmured in his ear. “Why did you do this tonight, Tanner? Why not just come to me tonight—accept my

invitation

—”

The words he’d wanted to tel Damon earlier poured out easily now. “I don’t want your house—I want the club. That’s

what Jesse wanted.”

“Stubborn, stubborn boy,” Damon muttered. “You’re not ready for that. For this, even. Hel , I don’t even think that you’re

ready for me in private—no, I know you’re not.”

To Joe and Hunt, their murmurs would seem nothing more than a Dom and his sub talking lovingly to one another. But

Tanner’s back was up again, al the familiar defenses rushing back. He pul ed himself out of Damon’s arms. “Don’t tel me

what I’m ready for.”

Damon’s face went stony and the gentle tone was gone when he commanded, “Then stay on your damned knees.

We’re not done yet.”

Tanner hesitated only for a moment. Knew there was no way out now without ruining the entire act.

That’s al it had been to Damon…an act.

He didn’t want me…still doesn’t.
The whole “you’re not ready for me” was no doubt Damon’s way of cementing that.

Then I’ll just make him want me.

Damon stood, moved Tanner so he was on his knees with Damon’s leather-clad crotch in front of his face. And

Tanner brought his mouth forward and kissed the soft leather and then licked, the taste mingling with fear a nd desire o n

his tongue as he looked up and saw the look on Damon’s face…surprise and lust and oh yeah, he would make this man

want him.

His undid the zipper slowly, pushed the leather down and away and gazed at Damon’s cock. Ten inches, uncut.

“Al for you, baby,” Damon said, his voice husky.

He heard the appreciative murmurs of Joe and Hunt as Tanner slid his tongue over the broad head of Damon’s cock,

but he wasn’t doing this for them. He wasn’t even doing it al for Damon.

Damon, whose cock was hot, heavy…the skin like velvet against his lips. Tanner played with the bit of slick, tasting it,

letting his tongue swirl it over the broad head as he stared up at Damon’s face.

Goddamn, that did it. Damon was staring down at him, a look of utter pleasure on his face. Whether he wasn’t able to

hide it or he wasn’t bothering to didn’t matter.

Tanner wanted to be the one to put that look on his face again and again.

Damon leaned back against the wal , his cock twitching with an urgency he’d always prided himself on being able to

control.

With Tanner, that didn’t seem to matter. He rubbed the back of Tanner’s head, his fingers tangling in the hair that

would be too long for most military men but just right for a man doing covert ops.

A dangerous man. Right now, his mouth was equal y a s dangerous o n Damon’s cock. Because Tanner seemed to