Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116254 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 581(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
Breck fought back a smile, but it broke free anyway. “You’re enjoying this.”
“Of course I am,” Kai drawled. “Mighty King Breck’s about to dress up as my sub.”
Breck cut him a glower, but Kai wasn’t fooled. Breck’s golden brown eyes were throwing that heat again. Evidently, Breck secretly liked the idea of playing his sub.
Kai grinned and gestured to the box. “Continue.”
Breck set down the boots and peered back inside. Then to Kai’s total and utter amusement, went completely still.
“Oh, God.” He reached up and rubbed his head. “The hood thing… to cover my face.”
“Partial hood,” Kai corrected. It’d conceal everything down to Breck nose. Similar in coverage to Batman’s mask, but without any ears.
Breck eyed it warily.
Kai chuckled. “Put it on.”
Breck stifled a groan and grabbed it out of the box, regarded it uneasily one more time, then pulled it over his head. The latex molded to his skull like a glove, his gorgeous eyes peering out from behind its two holes. His full lips and masculine jaw still enticingly exposed—which Kai had taken great care to pick for that very reason. He wanted that mouth of Breck’s entirely accessible.
Stepping close, he took the strap beneath Breck’s chin and wound it around back, then fastened its buckle at the base of Breck’s skull.
He eased away. Took Breck in. Rumbled softly. “Should’ve gotten you a gag.”
Breck coughed a laugh. “And you’d have wasted your money.”
Kai grinned. “Next time.”
“Nope. Not even then.”
We’ll see about that. Kai had the feeling that, if given enough time, he could talk Breck into trying out just about anything.
Breck eyed him as if reading his mind, then reached back to grapple with the buckle. “Ugh. Help me get this off.”
“Wait. One more item.” Kai motioned back to the box.
Breck frowned and dropped his hands. “There’s more?” He took another look, cocked his head in confusion—then stiffened completely. “Is that a fucking collar?”
Kai crossed his arms and chuckled. “Why, yes, it is.”
“Like for a dog?”
Kai’s smile ebbed. “No. For a sub.”
Breck picked it up, regarding it skeptically. “Subs wear collars?”
“They do. In many cases, it’s a statement.”
“Of what?”
“That a sub’s been officially claimed by his Dom. Most wear them as a badge of honor and part of their daily attire.”
Breck quieted, then met his gaze. “So, if I wear this, it’s saying I’m claimed… by you?”
Kai inclined his head in affirmation.
“And if I don’t wear it?”
“It’s telling the establishment that we’re both still free agents.”
Breck stilled, then regarded Kai thoughtfully, a look of possessiveness suddenly flashing in his eyes. “Whatever,” he muttered quickly, swiping the collar from the box. He handed it to Kai. “We’re just pretending. Might as well see if it fits.”
Just pretending, Kai repeated to himself, not lost to the fact that a part of him wished that wasn’t the case.
Taking the band of black leather and handcrafted studs, he closed in once more and fastened it around Breck’s throat.
Breck held his gaze. “It fits,” he rasped huskily.
“It does indeed. Like it was made just for you.”
Breck swallowed, his focus dipping to Kai’s mouth, his eyes growing heavier behind his latex mask. Next thing Kai knew, Breck was pulling him close for another kiss. As if he’d been chomping at the bit this whole time, barely holding back.
Kai rumbled softly, giving in to the moment, one hand winding around Breck’s waist, the other palming Breck’s nape at the base of his skull. And didn’t Breck’s collar beneath his palm make things that much hotter. And yet, Breck seemed to have forgotten about it, content with focusing on his tongue in Kai’s mouth.
And, fuck, was that tongue delectable. All warm and eager as it tangled with Kai’s. Sensuously, wordlessly communicating Breck’s earnest desire. That he wanted Kai. Passionately. In any way Kai would give him. A notion that, truth be told, made Kai harder than hell. If they kept this up, he was going to scratch their plans and toss Breck into his bed.
Severing their kiss, he rested his forehead against Breck’s. “Go change,” he murmured, unbuckling the hood. “Before I change my fucking mind about going anywhere.”
“And that’d be a bad thing?” Breck mumbled. He reached for Kai’s head to fuse their lips again.
Kai stayed his hand. “Remember the reason we’re going?”
Breck frowned, as if struggling to think straight. “Right… So I’ll be familiar with the place when I’m there for your gig.”
Kai leaned back and met his gaze. “Unless that’s no longer an issue for you.”
Breck’s mind seemed to clear at that. “No.” He shook his head. “I still wanna go.”
Which meant he was still bothered by the notion of Kai engaging with other models. Or, in other words, had feelings for Kai that reached beyond mere attraction. Kai with others clearly disconcerted him. And thus, the reason they were going to The District tonight.