Diablo Blanco Club 2, Under Control by Qwillia Rain Read Free Book Online

contest. They‟d never engaged in a true battle of wills. Nothing before had seemed important enough for Ben not to concede to what Vance wanted. This time was different. This time he knew there was more than just sexual gratification involved. As he saw Vance waver, Ben gave a final push. “Not man enough, Justiss?”
    “Plenty man enough, Murphy,” Vance snapped back and then nodded. “Okay.
    Deal. You‟ve thirty minutes to try to make me come. Do your worst.”
    Ben hid his satisfaction. The cocky, overconfident smirk on Vance‟s face told him the other man felt Ben wouldn‟t be able to make him come. We‟ll see about that, Ben thought.
    Minutes later, Vance swallowed back another cry. He gnawed on his bottom lip, his fists clenching the chains above his crossed wrists as Ben‟s hands coasted over his hips and down his thighs. Okay, he thought, this was a bad idea. At first he‟d considered it a win-win situation. He‟d counted on his current inability to orgasm to keep him from losing. He had doubted that anyone, including Ben, could make him climax.
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    Wrong.
    The second Ben‟s mouth had made contact with his flesh, that ephemeral goal became very tangible, which posed a new struggle. Whereas during the session under the whip he had strained to feel the need to orgasm in order to exert his will over his body and emotions, under the assault of Ben‟s lips, he now fought to master that need.
    When Ben taunted him into donning the blindfold, things had only become worse.
    With his eyes covered, he had no way of knowing how much time had passed, but he trusted Ben to stick to the allotted thirty minutes. Christ . He gulped back another groan and focused on breathing. It’s gonna be a long fucking half hour.
    The wet suction of Ben‟s mouth never stayed in one spot for long. And he hasn‟t even gotten close to where I want it, the prick, Vance thought, fighting the desperate need to have that sweet suction working on his cock. His desire was undermining his original goal of taking hold of his need and mastering its course. He couldn‟t let his need rule his body.
    “You do taste good, Vance,” Ben whispered. The soft gust of his breath teased the curls dusting Vance‟s lower abdomen.
    Ben‟s chuckle was bad enough, but the tap of the older man‟s fingers along his shaft was hell on him. Vance again tightened his grip on his bindings. There was no damned way he‟d be able to keep a rein on his climax if Ben kept that up.
    “Go down an inch, Ben, and you‟ll really find something to savor,” Vance taunted, then winced at the pulse of heat that coursed through his balls. Being unable to orgasm over the last six months hadn‟t been as hard to deal with as being unable to manage his body. He wanted to dictate whether he was aroused and when or if he climaxed.
    “You mean this bit of meat?” Ben taunted, his fingers tapping the solid length of Vance‟s erection.
    “Uhn.”
    “Nah, I‟m gonna have it for dessert.”
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    Ben‟s hands moved around to the hot, raised flesh on Vance‟s ass, causing him to shift his legs apart and push back into Ben‟s hold. The throb of pain generated by the pressure created by his move had his cock bobbing upward.
    “You do like your pain.” Ben‟s voice sounded grim, but the stroke of his hands over his ass had Vance aching for more. The smooth stroke of Ben‟s fingers along the crease of his butt had his glutes flexing, trying to tempt the investigation deeper.
    “Yes.” Vance wasn‟t even sure if he was agreeing with Ben‟s comment or merely voicing his approval of the older man‟s touch.
    What would it feel like to have Ben‟s callused fingers probing his hole? The way he teased and stroked, the touch of his fingers butterfly light, Vance wondered if Ben would use the same soft caress when he delved into his ass for the first time. The thought sent a shiver rippling through his body, terminating in the