After a moment of silence, Dante spoke again. “And since we both know why you’re here, don’t pretend it’s for anything else. Don’t tell me what to do when we both know it’s what you need from me.”

Ben’s body trembled, not in anger this time but desire. He really was losing his fucking mind because he suddenly wanted things he hadn’t craved before. He didn’t count Tristan in that because he’d done it for Tristan, because it was the only way he could have him. Now, it was Ben who needed something only it wasn’t what he expected.

“I want you.” When Dante’s dark brows pulled together, Ben added, “please.”

“Go into the bathroom. Take care of any needs you might have and then come to my room. I’ll be waiting.” Dante turned and walked away. Ben already felt his dick hardening in anticipation.

He did as Dante said. There wasn’t much he needed to do, so he rinsed his face. His hands shook, so he grabbed the counter and took a deep breath. It was then that he saw the toothbrush he’d used the other day in a plastic bag on the sink.

Dante had left it here for weeks.

Needing something to do, he brushed his teeth before throwing water on his face again, and then left for Dante’s room.

When he walked in he saw Dante standing beside his bed. There was a blindfold laid out on the pillow next to thin ropes.

Fire shot through his veins. This was really happening. Hunger ate its way through him as he thought about the things Dante could do to him.

“Come here,” Dante told him and Ben moved to stand before him. “You’re hard for me again, Ben. Hard because I touched you. Because you know I’m going to do what I want with you. All I have to do is tell you to get hard, and you do.” Dante reached out and grabbed Ben’s bulge.

Ben moaned, wanting Dante to work him. Dante stared at Ben, his eyes intense.

“I’m going to admit something to you. From the first night in the club, I wanted control over you. Wanted to be the one to break you. When I watched you jerk off, it took everything in me not to take you to the back of my throat. I want that now as well but it’s not what you need, is it?”

Ben shook his head. Christ, he shook his fucking head. No thought, no conscious direction from himself, he just reacted. That wasn’t what he needed right now and damn Dante for knowing that...but at the same time, Ben was grateful that he did.

“Get down on your knees and take off my pants.”

Yes.

Fuck you.

No.

Please.

Thoughts started to push their way in again—defensive reactions—urges to fight back when he was told what to do.

“Don’t think. Just do it.”

He wanted to. God help him he really fucking wanted to. Ben closed his eyes. Took a deep breath, and went down to his knees.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

“Take off my clothes,” Dante told him again.

He could see Dante’s erection through his pants. It wasn’t nearly enough so he grabbed ahold of the top of his sweats and pushed them down. Dante’s erection sprang free, long, thick and hard. The black hair around him was neatly trimmed. His balls hung low and heavy. He was big, with thick veins, and pre-come pearled at the tip.

Ben wanted it. Wanted Dante to give it to him, so he continued to push his clothes down. When he got to Dante’s feet the man didn’t move. It took Ben a second to realize what he wanted but then Ben lifted one foot, pulled the sweats free, before doing the same with the other.

Dante’s finger curled beneath Ben’s chin and tilted his head up. “That was good. Now I want your mouth. Don’t use your hands at all, just your lips and tongue. I can tie your wrists if you think you can’t behave.”

Ben’s pulse spiked and he shook his head. Words started to overcrowd his brain again—no, and fuck you. But then he wanted Dante’s cock in his mouth. Wanted to please him.

He pushed higher onto his knees and bent his head forward, keeping his arms carefully at his sides. His forehead rested on Dante’s adnominal muscles as he used his mouth to pull Dante’s prick away from his body and suck it down.

He tasted salty, like hard man. It was different here than at the club. Not that Ben had given much head there. He’d always told men to suck him off, but this was different than the times he’d given it before.

He bobbed his head, swallowed down as much of Dante as he could before pulling off again. He concentrated on what he was doing, on pleasure, and sucking. On keeping his hands at his sides instead of playing with Dante’s balls or jerking him off while he blew him.