Part 11 (1/2)
Fingers moved up inside of him; one, two, three. They weren't gentle. He was going to say something, but his mouth was zipped. He began to try and speak behind the mask but it came out m.u.f.fled.
The man removed his fingers and came to stand in front of him. He looked into his eyes. ”What's the matter, Tyler?”
Of course he couldn't respond.
”Cat got your tongue?” He laughed, unzipping the zipper that ran across his chest.
Tyler felt his fingers pinching his nipples. It brought tears to his eyes. This was not what he wanted.
”Let's see that c.o.c.k of yours, let's see how much torture you can take. We have all night long, maybe longer,” he breathed, leaning forward and licking his chest.
Tyler recoiled.
The man stiffened. He reached over and picked something off the table.
Tyler squinted in the darkened room, trying to make it out. His eyes widened. It was a whip.
”Don't you ever back away from me, Tyler, you understand me?” He cracked the whip on the floor. Tyler tried to scream.
The man laughed, showing him the handle of the whip, a thick solid handle that was at least nine inches in diameter. ”See this, guess where it's going to go, beautiful boy. And you can scream all you want. No one is going to hear you.”
When Bryce walked into the Club, the woman at the desk stood up. ”Whoa, baby,” she said, ”what wet dream did you just walk out of?”
He issued her a tight smile and pointed to the insignia on his s.h.i.+rt sleeve. ”Sky Patrol. I'm Commander Donavan.”
”Oh,” she licked her lips. ”Where can I rent that dream?”
”I have no idea,” he replied. ”This place is being raided tonight. If you cooperate, nothing will happen. We intend to bring everyone down into this room. And if they check out, they can go.”
”You know, s.e.xy, I really don't give a s.h.i.+t. I just work here.”
”Where's the owner?”
”d.a.m.ned if I know. I can get the manager if you like.”
”That would be a good idea. Bring him into the lobby,” Bryce said, clicking on his phone and pressing the b.u.t.ton for collective transmission. ”Alright, move in. And remember, no one does anything without my authorization.”
The young woman was still standing there looking him over.
”Are you going to get the manager or what?” he asked impatiently.
”That depends, are you going to strip search me?”
Bryce ran a hand through his hair. ”Darling, I have neither the time nor the inclination. Get the manager.”
She shrugged and hurried out of the room.
Bryce walked though the lobby as he heard his officers begin their search. He opened the first door on the left and peered in. It was then he heard this m.u.f.fled cry.
Light flooded into the room and Bryce walked in, his gun drawn.
Tyler gasped when he saw him. Oh my f.u.c.king G.o.d, no. Donavan was the last person he wanted seeing him like this.
Bryce lowered the gun and came closer. He ran his gaze down the length of him and then started to laugh.
”Well, well, if it isn't Tyler Rose. A little tied up, are we?”
Tyler scowled under the mask, making a sound of protest. His suit was open to the waist as well as down the back. His s.e.x had been pulled upward over his belly so that the tip of it was visible.
Bryce made sure he knew where he was looking. Then he met his gaze and said, ”What? What did you say?
You're happy to see me?”
Tyler closed his eyes.
Bryce folded his arms across his chest and regarded him through half closed eyes.
Tyler tried to tell him to unshackle him. He moved around and made sounds through the mask. Bryce leaned over and unzipped his mouth.
”You p.r.i.c.k,” Tyler spat. ”Get me out of this mess.”
”I knew I was going to regret that,” Bryce sighed.
”Come on, Donavan, what if someone should see me like this?”
”Did anyone ever tell you, Tyler, that you are overly concerned with appearances?” He lifted an eyebrow suggestively.
”Yea, you did,” Tyler replied with a sigh. He was going to play this for all it was worth.
Bryce c.o.c.ked his head. He walked around to the back of him, admiring the curve of his a.s.s, at least the part he could see.
Tyler sucked in some breath. ”What are you doing?”
There was no reply. Tyler's heart began to beat heavy in his chest.
”You want me to undo the cuffs?” he asked him softly, too softly. Tyler could feel his hip brush against him.
He closed his eyes, swallowing.
”Bryce,” he said, his voice shaking. Instantly, his c.o.c.k was hard.
”Tyler,” he said in reply. ”What do you want, Tyler?”
Suddenly he felt Bryce's body move closer. Then one hand slid inside the suit, caressing the curve of his a.s.s.