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

heated column of skin and muscle being studiously ignored by the man he‟d craved for years.
    The sharp slap of flesh against flesh startled a cry from Vance‟s lips. Despite the fabric covering his eyes, Vance couldn‟t help but widen them. Strikes from a whip he‟d had, but a spanking? That was something he hadn‟t experienced since he‟d entered middle school. The tingle of his skin had him pushing against Ben‟s hand, curious to see if a second swat would result in a similar sensation.
    Ben chuckled, the heat of his breath washing over one of Vance‟s aching nipples.
    “Hmmm, we‟ve never tried a spanking before, have we, Justiss?”
    Teeth nipped at the straining nubbin as Vance grunted. “No.”
    “I‟ll have to check your response to it…later.”
    Vance fought the curses hovering on his lips. Do it now, damn it. Pain, I know how to deal with. I know how to focus and control it. It’s this fucking teasing that’s driving me insane .
    The heat of Ben‟s body moved away, drawing another protest Vance had to stifle. Just how much longer would he have to wait before Ben called a halt to his torture? Without his vision, every touch was more intense. A rustle of fabric had him holding his breath.
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    The soft click that sounded like a thumbnail against plastic had Vance cocking his head to the side. Buttons? The pale gold buttons marching down the front of Ben‟s shirt came to Vance‟s mind as the tiny sound repeated. He‟s taking off his shirt, he decided.
    He could feel the muscles at the left corner of his mouth twitch as he fought the urge to smile.
    The sudden wash of cool air over Vance‟s skin had him groaning. The hum of the air-conditioning system echoed, but not loud enough to drown out the rasp of metal teeth separating. Fuck, now he’s getting rid of his pants . Vance cursed the silken darkness blotting out the vision he‟d waited years to see. Even his cock seemed to be in agreement. Vance ground his teeth as he felt the heat and pressure between his thighs increase.
    Anticipation had his blood rushing through his veins. Images of Ben‟s body pressed against his skittered through Vance‟s mind. Having shared quarters with the man during their time in the military, he recalled his toned muscles and lean hips, but the feel of his skin against him would be novel, new. Turning his attention away from his thoughts, Vance listened but heard nothing.
    Fingertips trailed along his skin. First over his fingers, easing each one from around the chains. “Let go.” When Vance balked, Ben‟s voice grew firm. “Now, Justiss.
    Release the chains.”
    “Hmm, playing the Dom, are we?” Vance teased.
    “Did I tell you to speak?” Fingers gripped his chin. The scent of sweat and arousal filled Vance‟s head at the same time his instincts recognized there was no give in Ben‟s voice. He meant business. Tethering his own internal Dominant, Vance waited—mouth shut—to see what Ben would do next.
    The drift of callused fingertips began as soon as Vance relaxed his hold on the chains. They trailed around the base of his cuffs where his forearms crossed and down the slope of his biceps. It was a caress that seemed to be measuring the heat, the flex and play of muscles and sinew. When Ben‟s right hand reached the scar just below Vance‟s Diablo Blanco Club: Under Control
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    left collarbone, he froze. The warm pad of a thumb circled the pink pucker of flesh, pressing, investigating.
    Vance‟s breath hissed through clenched teeth the instant Ben‟s lips replaced his thumb. The moist warmth whispered a soft kiss against the scar and the matching one two inches below it. The effect the tenderness of the kiss had surprised Vance. It was as if the reminders of the pain associated with the wounds could be wiped away with the touch, much like a mother would kiss her child‟s scraped knee to make it feel better.
    More confusing still, Vance realized, was the measure of peace that stole