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First published May 11, 2018




“Young Master,” Brand said, as he drew him up and into the touch of claiming lips, “Ask, and I shall give you everything you desire.”
That feeling of being weak and yet not afraid; of being overpowered and so entirely overwhelmed. It shot through Ash in warm, sighing sparks, until he felt as though he were flesh stitched from fireflies—and each slow, plying caress of Brand’s lips made the light inside him burn, until he was all warmth and melting softness to that firm and dominating touch.
Ash sagged against the elevator wall, writhing between it and Brand, hands curling helplessly against the polished steel as he cried out in low, erotic, breathless sounds that whispered as much of fear as of pleasure, as much of protest as of plea. Those were the sounds of someone confused, violated, inundated in pleasure and yet entirely distressed by it.
“I want you to be dependent on me. I want you to need me until you are helpless without me. I want you to want me to control you.”
“Please,” he begged. “It…it feels like you’re punishing me, please…”
A low, deep rumble spilled past Brand’s lips, so bestial for the cool, perfectly cultured man, as if it had been torn from him in a moment of lost control. He turned his head, mouth brushing Ash’s ear, breaths hot as a predator’s against his skin.
“Who says I am not?” he murmured.
“Did I not say you are to do as you are told?”
He tightened his grip just enough, then—just enough to make Ash rise up on his toes with a cry. “Y-yes!”
“And you did not.”
“I…I…” Ash was nearly sobbing in his harsh, gasping breaths, rolling his hips into Brand’s touch. “I’m…I’m sorry…”
“Not yet, my young Master.”
“You’re almost lovable,” he admitted shyly.
Brand stilled, his scowl easing. Darkened green eyes locked on Ash, the curl of his hands turning possessive. “Almost?” he repeated softly.
“Entirely,” Ash corrected.

