Thorne shook his head. Marc had suggested it once, on a night when Thorne had wanted to be forced hard and fast with no prep, but Thorne had insisted he didn’t need it.

“But you are familiar with the idea?”

“Yes, but—”

“No buts. I won’t play around with these fantasies unless you have a safeword and promise to use it if you want to stop or just slow down.”

“I’m not looking to do anything dangerous.”

“You want to play around with power. If I’m going to force you and make it good for both of us, then I must have a way to know if your protests are the real thing or just you enjoying the game.”

“All right.” Thorne felt silly, but then the whole evening was a bit ridiculous. His cock didn’t agree though. It was still just as interested in the fantasies as ever, maybe more so with Dash looking at Thorne like a hungry predator.

“Unless you’d rather use another word, red means stop and yellow means you need to slow down or take a break.”

“That I can do. I was afraid I’d have to say something ridiculous like tapioca.”

Dash grinned. “Only if you want to.”

“Hell no.”

Dash patted his thigh. “I know this isn’t easy for you, but you won’t be nervous once you’ve got my dick down your throat. You won’t be able to think at all.”

Fuck. How did Dash know exactly when to switch from serious to playful?

He’s good at his job. Just like you. So good he makes you believe it’s not a job.

Thorne realized Dash was frowning at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing; just nerves.”

Dash’s look said he knew there was more to it than that, but he didn’t push. “Take off your robe and lie down on your back on the bed. You’re going to hold your legs up so I can toy with that delightful ass of yours. Remember the plug we used last week?”

How the hell could Thorne forget that? He’d ordered one for himself and spent a serious portion of the previous night with it up his ass. “I do.”

“I’ve got a bigger one that vibrates. Since you enjoyed last week, you’re going to wear it while I fuck your mouth. Now get up.”

He had to be talking about the plug Thorne had noticed; the one he thought looked like a torture device but also desperately wanted to try out.

“Why aren’t you moving?” Dash asked; the condescension in his voice would have served him well in a boardroom.

Thorne glared at him, not ready to give in easily. “Because you haven’t made me.”

Dash’s eyes widened for just a second before he got control of his expression. “You want this to be a fight?”