Part 5 (1/2)
Tyler stood up. ”I'm not going to be your servant. Your s.e.x slave maybe...” he grinned at him.
Bryce lifted one corner of his mouth. ”Oh no, you'd enjoy that too much.”
”A little full of yourself, aren't we, Commander Donovan?” Tyler mocked.
”I'm very observant,” he returned.
”And where are you sleeping?” Tyler paused, before getting into bed.
”Right there, beside you,” he said. ”Now get in the bed and lie down.”
”Do you expect me to sleep with my clothes on?”
”Actually, yes,” Bryce said.
”Afraid you could lose control?” He moved his face closer to him.
”Not really. But I'm not taking any chances. Lie down and raise both hands over your head.”
Tyler blinked. ”Sounds interesting,” he replied, doing as he asked.
Bryce walked over to pick up the handcuffs. He grabbed Tyler's hand and placed the cuff around his wrist, then the other, including one rung of the bed.
”Come on,” Tyler protested, moving around, ”I won't be able to sleep like this.”
”You won't be able to get into any trouble, either,” he replied, pulling his tee-s.h.i.+rt over his head.
Tyler's eyes widened at the sight of his muscular chest and forearms. Then he leaned down and took off the boots. He turned towards him and smiled, reaching for the snap on top of his black leather pants.
Tyler ran a tongue over his lips.
Bryce seductively undid two snaps, looking at him the whole time. He could see his hips strain upwards, his chest begin to move visibly up and down.
Then he stopped. ”Guess I better keep them on. What do you say, Rose?” ”I say you're an evil son of b.i.t.c.h, Donovan,” Tyler muttered, which caused Bryce to laugh heartily.
”Nightie night,” he mocked, sliding onto the bed beside him. ”Oh and by the way,” he said as Tyler fumed, ”you have a great a.s.s. If you weren't a common criminal, I might have considered giving it a ride tonight.”
Tyler swore under his breath, and yanked at the cuffs in frustration.
Bryce Donovan tucked his hands over his head and looked up at the ceiling. ”It's a shame, isn't it, Rose, the one time you are put in a position that really peaks your interest, it's going nowhere.”
How in the h.e.l.l did he know that being cuffed like this really excited him? ”You presume a lot,” Tyler spat.
”I presume nothing. I was subjected to a fast forward brain scan of your life before we met tonight. I know the age you were potty trained, and I know what really turns you on. Problem is, you can't find a man who can scratch your itch.”
Tyler's jaw dropped.
Bryce moved his head on the pillow so that he was looking right at him.
Tyler brought his legs together, and issued him a dirty look.
”Are you h.o.r.n.y?” he asked him softly.
”Not at all,” Tyler snapped.
”Umm, your body says otherwise.” His eyes lighted on the conspicuous bulge in his pants. ”Do you want me to undress you?” he asked him softly.
Tyler tore his gaze away from him. He glanced down at himself. d.a.m.n.
Bryce sat up on the bed and leaned over him. Tyler looked up into his face. s.h.i.+t. If only he wasn't so gorgeous. He held his gaze as he felt his hand move over his thigh.
”There's... there's a law against this... somewhere...” he muttered.
”And what law would that be, Tyler?” His voice was deep and silky smooth.
”s.e.xual torture...I...think...” Tyler retaliated.
Bryce grinned and removed his hand. ”Well, in that case, I'll stop. It's too bad because I was going to take off your clothes and use your body to satisfy my deepest desires. In fact, there's no end to my s.e.xual imagination.”
He lay back down. ”Good night,” he said. ”Sweet dreams.”
Tyler swallowed. His s.e.x throbbed and he couldn't even reach down and relieve its insistent need.
After a few minutes, Tyler said, ”Were you really going to...?”
”Was I really going to what, Tyler?” he murmured, falling asleep.
”You know...take off my clothes and...?”
He laughed softly, rolling over on his side. After a few minutes, he was asleep.
A SLEEPLESS NIGHT IN RUBY CITY
What a b.a.s.t.a.r.d! He was in the shower now and he had left him handcuffed to the bed. What a s.a.d.i.s.tic monster!
Suddenly he emerged from the bathroom, dressed in nothing but a skimpy white towel tucked casually around his slim waist. His chest and his hair still damp, exquisite brown nipples taut from the stimulation of the shower.
As he walked over to him, Tyler caught a glimpse of his muscular thigh and craned his neck so that he could admire the way the towel outlined the bubble shaped curve of his incredible a.s.s.
Bryce shook his head, lifting his hand to smooth back some damp hair off his forehead. ”Honestly, Tyler, is that all you ever think about?”