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"So, where do you want me?"
"Oh, all kinds of places, but over there by the bed will do for now." Keir pointed Patryk toward the ocean-size, four-poster bed that dominated the room.
Patryk noticed the Velcro cuffs attached to each post, walked over to the foot of the bed on suddenly shaky legs, and waited for more instructions.
Keir stood before his easel on the other side of the room, head tilted at a slight angle and a thumb and forefinger cradling his chin as he peered at Patryk.
Patryk averted his eyes, briefly catching the image of Keir's bare feet peeking from the bottom of the pair of faded jeans he'd changed into. He dragged his gaze up from the well-worn hem, glancing over Keir's strong, denim-clad thighs before finally landing on his fly. He let his gaze linger for a moment, noticing the huge bulge, focusing on the sexy way the jeans hung on Keir's slim waist and accentuated his ripped abs.
There wasn't an ounce of fat on the man's frame and Patryk's mouth dried up at the idea of Keir's six-foot-four, lean-muscled body dominating him before he quickly dropped his gaze back to the floor. The sight of Keir's brown toes curling against the plush gray carpet turned Patryk on as much as the idea of being at Keir's mercy.
Oh, please put me out of my misery and take me now. Please!
Patryk cleared his throat before finally taking in Keir's contemplative face again. "Is something wrong?"
"Nothing at all." Keir came over to the bed and stood a foot in front of Patryk. His body immediately reacted to Keir's closeness. His legs weakened until all he wanted to do was collapse back on the bed and let Keir do whatever he wanted tohim.
"Don't be afraid." Keir cupped his face.
Keir gave him a yeah-sure look as he reached for the belt of the robe and slowly unknotted it with one hand.
Patryk gasped as the robe fell open, and Keir rasped his thumbs over each of Patryk's firm, hypersensitive nipples.
Keir slid his arms around Patryk, pulled him close, rubbing a thigh over his balls, the rough denim material making his cock throb with need. "Don't move."
Patryk didn't. He just moaned and fisted his hands at his sides to keep from reaching for Keir the way he wanted.
"You follow instructions well. I like that."
He followed instructions very well, even when it killed him, and with the way the man was torturing him, Patryk thought he would die long before he felt the heated pulse of Keir's dick inside him.
"I want you primed and relaxed when I paint you."
Oh yeah, painting. That's what this was about. Not screwing. Not yet. Just painting. Right. Got it.
But all of those thoughts flew out of Patryk's mind when Keir grasped his shaft and lightly pumped it up and down.
"Are you relaxed?"
"Mmm." Was the man kidding? Relaxed? Wasn't the fact that he couldn't communicate more eloquently beyond Neanderthal-like groans and grunts evidence that Patryk was balancing on a fine razor edge of lust and wasn't relaxed at all!
"Maybe this will help..." Keir thumbed the creamy pearl of pre-come from Patryk's slit, lazily sucking the liquid from his thumb before sliding to his knees in front of Patryk.
Yeah, that just might help.
"Remember. Don't move unless I tell you to."
"I won't." Patryk stood rooted to the spot as if already bound by Keir's cuffs, and couldn't help thinking how Keir's deep voice and calm words did more to restrain him than Derek's binding or disciplining him ever had.
Christ, he barely knew this man!
"Oh, and one more thing, Patryk..."
He panted when Keir licked the head of his cock then glanced up at him with those dark eyes that would have had Patryk turning into a useless puddle on the floor if Keir weren't holding him up. "What's that?"
"I don't want you to think about anything except what I'm doing to you."
He could do that. That was probably all he could do.
"Don't think. Just feel..." Keir took Patryk into his mouth in one long swallow, the light stubble on his chin tickling Patryk's scrotum as Keir sucked Patryk's cock hard.