He picked up his phone and twirled it in his hands for a few seconds, heart pounding. Should he call Thorne? He could do that, or he could turn spending the weekend together into a game, a game that could prove fun for both of them. Instead of calling, he typed out a text.

Still undecided but willing to negotiate. Be prepared to submit to my demands when I arrive.

Thorne replied: That’s hot as fuck.

Riley smiled and tossed his phone on the bed followed by his T-shirt. Time to shower and get ready for the night. He’d need to pack a bag, because there was almost no chance that Thorne wouldn’t do everything he asked.

CHAPTER TWELVE

“What do you want?” Thorne asked, his voice low and sexy, making Dash want to kiss him, but he held back, because he wanted something very particular.

“I want to do something to you that no one’s ever done before.” Dash craved that, to be Thorne’s first in some way. He didn’t dare ask Thorne to make their arrangement exclusive, and they were far from virgins, but he wanted something just for them.

Thorne toyed with the cuffs of his perfectly-tailored dress shirt, a sign that Dash had made him uneasy. Dash wanted Thorne relaxed, open, willing. He took one of Thorne’s hands in his and kissed the inside of his wrist, feeling the rapid pulse there. He traced a line across Thorne’s palm with the tip of his tongue. When Dash pulled Thorne’s index finger into his mouth and sucked, he looked up. Thorne’s eyes were wide, his pupils dilated. His tongue slid out, and he licked his lips. Dash used his teeth, sliding them along the digit. He had no doubt Thorne was now rock hard in his pants, but he kept going, licking and sucking until he had Thorne right where he wanted him.

“Last week, when I smacked your ass, you pretended not to like it, but your reaction told me you wanted more.”

Thorne didn’t say anything. He simply watched Dash warily, looking both terrified and desperately turned on.

Dash sucked on Thorne’s middle finger for a few seconds. “Have you ever been spanked by a lover, Thorne?”

“I…”

Dash nibbled the pad of Thorne’s thumb. “Tell me.”

“No.”

“Would you like to find out how it feels? Would you like me to bend you over the bed and redden your ass before I fuck you?”

Thorne’s breath was fast, harsh. He’d closed his eyes, and his teeth gripped his lower lip. There were droplets of sweat on his brow. “Tell me.” Dash made his voice more demanding.

Thorne jerked in response, opening his eyes. “Yes.” The word seemed to have been dragged out of him by a force he couldn’t control.

“I’ll stop anytime if it’s not what you want.”