Officer Josh Night glared at FBI Agent Kale, but deep down there was nothing but misdirected hero worship for the guy.
It all started with a silly crush that had evolved into lust and what was starting to feel like an out-of-control obsession. He was so fucked having his emotions hijacked like this.
This was not love.
It was wrong.
It was slowly killing him—every day.
Where had it all gone so very wrong for him?
Kale lifted a brow. They were now in a silent standoff, and Josh was not about to budge first. The sparkle in Kale’s vibrant blue eyes were enough to send him crashing back to the first day they met.
Thinking of that day still hurt like a motherfucker for some odd reason.
Agent Kale always seemed to be in his way. Always. Kale was over six feet of wiry muscles with dark hair and those blue piercing, predatory eyes—that warned they could reach down and touch his soul and rip it apart. Every time they connected, it was like coming home and descending into a hell he knew he couldn’t get himself out of.
It hurt him to remember every time their eyes connected and he had to go home and crank one off to have satisfaction. He hated how he had fallen in love with a man who didn’t even know he was alive.
As Agent Kale blocked Josh in by the coffee machine, Kale made it impossible to get around him without having to submit. The man seemed to get off in dominating the men around him in his professional life. The guy had a way of looking like he was about to bite—hard. That thought had a shiver racing down his spine. Josh needed to get out of there before he did something stupid he would regret for the next forty years of his pathetic life.
He tried to avoid those eyes. He didn’t like how they felt like they took control of his soul. “Excuse me, Agent Kale.”
Kale didn’t move, forcing Josh to look up into that heavy-lidded gaze. Those eyes darkened, daring him to challenge him. Kale took a step forward, double daring him to submit. Josh refused to take the bait. He was done with this silent torture that was brewing between them. It was a distraction.
“We need to talk,” Kale said.
“Unless it’s about the underground kill club, we have nothing to talk about.”
“It’s not about the UKC. It’s about your training.”
Night laughed. “That’s where you’re wrong. I’m not going to train you.”
“You’ve been ordered to, Officer. We both have.”
He sighed. “It’s not my job. Sorry about your luck. Try Gains. Maybe he’ll train you.”
Agent Kale stepped up, blocking his path. “You’re a liability when you stop obeying the orders of your superior officers.”
Night chuckled. He was not going to dodge this punch. “You are not my superior.”
“Just an observation.”
Night felt his ears start to burn as Kale’s gaze moved over his face in an assessing way. “You don’t belong here. You should go home to that shiny glass building of yours, Agent Kale.”
“We’re done here.”
“I’ll say when we’re done.”
“Fuck you, Kale.”
Kale leaned in close. “Make me leave, and I will.” A flicker of a smile broke his hard exterior. “Yeah, I thought so. Pussy.”
It was the wrong thing to say. Josh pushed him out of the way, wanting to put an end to this fight once and for all. Kale grabbed him around the waist, wrestling him to the ground with a hard takedown that rang his bell. Shouts erupted around them as his coworkers tried to break them up.
“Break it up now!”
Chief Rask’s booming voice came through the loudspeaker. Kale had him pinned. The man’s face was inches away, and that smug sneer made Josh want to punch that look off his face. As suddenly as he’d been taken to the floor, Kale was off him. Officer Rolland offered him his hand, and he gladly accepted the friendly gesture. When Josh was to his feet, he saw Chief Rask and Assistant Chief Moss staring him down.
“Both of you, with me. Now,” Rask said.
Feeling sore from the fall and his pride taking a hit, Night followed his chief as they moved down the hallway. A few steps behind, Kale was following with his suit coat messed up and his tie all jacked up—and that damn smug look.
They went toward processing, past the entrance way, and down a level to the old part of the building that lingered in the bowels of the building. The sublevel was dark, damp, and barely lit. Down here there were no cameras or prying eyes. The jail overflow was mainly used for emergencies. It was clear that Chief Rask felt like this was an emergency.
Chief Rask opened the right jail cell door with the old key. “Inside, Officer Night. You too, Agent Kale.”
When the jail cell door locked them in, Chief Rask stepped back, putting his hands on his hips.
As Josh stared at Chief Rask through the bars of the jail cell, he knew he had crossed the line. Out of the corner of his eye, Josh could see Agent Kale pacing in the jail cell behind him like a wild mountain lion ready to pounce. He wasn’t happy about being in there either.
Chief Rask glared. “Neither one of you is getting out of here until you agree to get along.”
A shiver ran down the back of Josh’s spine as he looked across the cell at Agent Kale.
Mark felt as though he was taking back control of his submissive. There was something he needed to prove to him due to his transgression tonight. He went to the duffel and pulled out the board he had planned on using on his submissive in his playroom tonight.
Instead, he tracked his sub down to his house when he was late getting to his place. Worry had him driving over. He was afraid something had happened to him when he didn’t reply to his text. It seemed so silly now, but he was feeling very protective of this submissive for some reason.
No other sub had made him feel this way before, and that unnerved him greatly. The custom-made board was twenty inches by eight, made out of oak, and it was polished smooth and stained dark.
There was a hole in the center where he needed his sub’s cock to go, but with it hard as a rock, there was no way he could get it in that hole. Improvising, he went to the fridge where he got a bowl, filling it with ice and water.
When he came back, he knelt down in front of his sub, hating himself for what he was about to do. Every so slowly, he lifted the bowl of water up, putting his big balls inside the ice water. His submissive yelped as pain shot over his balls from the icy-cold water.
The effect was nearly instantaneous as his rigid cock began to deflate and his sub whimpered in protest. He was breathing hard as his cock deflated to the point of being completely limp after several minutes.
Frustration twisted up his sub’s face as confusion moved over him. It was clear he didn’t understand what was going on.
As he whispered the words in his ear, he caressed his hand over his jaw and flexed his fingers through his sub’s silky hair. He maneuvered the wooden plank between his legs, slipping his cock and balls through the hole in the board.
Once he was positioned, Mark tied the plank down with the extra rope to secure it in place. When he was satisfied with his work, Mark stood up and smiled sadistically. His submissive had no idea what was in store for him tonight. Had he known, he probably would have coded on him by now.
Still, he would go slowly with him. He wanted to give his submissive pleasure and not scare him away. With that thought in mind, he undressed, dropping his clothes to the floor. He slipped a cock ring around his balls and shaft, wanting to hold out as long as possible tonight.
Mark went for the lube and squirted some on his palm. He slipped his hand over his sub’s semihard shaft and started to work it back up against. As he did, his swollen dick became trapped in the board.
There was no way out of the board without coming first. Pleasure rippled over his submissives face as his mind finally worked out what was about to happen. He twisted his hand over his sub’s cock until he was rock hard again.
Satisfied, Mark moved away from his sub, determined to make the moment last as long as possible. He felt as though he was losing out. He walked behind his sub, smoothing his hands down over his shoulder and back.
Every muscle in Josh’s body tensed as he moved his hands down lower over his waist and hips. That athletic ass was arched out. Somehow his submissive had managed to position himself so that his rim was exposed.
A grunt of pleasure echoed from his sub as he edged his fingers between his ass cheeks, rubbing his fingers over his rim. He shivered and moaned.
“I’m sorry for not obeying, Sir.”
“I know, babe.”
With the chair pulled out, Mark grabbed a second one and positioned it behind the other chair to make a bench. When he did, he sat down on it and scooted forward, grabbing the lube as he did. He smeared the lube over his cock and tilted the tip of his cockhead between his sub’s ass cheeks and entered him.
A whimper of pleasure escaped his sub’s parted lips as he settled deep inside. Fuck. Mark loved the feeling of being so deep within his sub. He squirted more lube on his palm and reached around, jerking his hand over his sub’s rigid cock several times, before sadistically pulling away. He wanted to concentrate on his ass.
With his hands gripping his sub’s hips, Mark stood up on the balls of his feet and thrust in and out of his sub’s ass in short, hard strokes that made his sub whimper for more. It wasn’t long before he felt his balls pull up tight as his orgasm danced on the edge.
Sweat dripped down his body as he worked his sub over hard. With one hand gripping his waist, the other reached around and grabbed that throbbing dick and stroked him off as he came deep within his submissive. His sub whimpered passionately as he was balanced on the edge of bliss.
“May I come, Sir?”