Revealed - Masked 3 by Lissa Matthews Page B

his stomach.  Average in length, he made up for it in thickness and Thor did his best to contain the groan of hunger bubbling up.
    He tore his gaze from Bobby's erection and mentally shrugged it off as no big deal. He only hoped his voice reflected nonchalance. "When was the last time you bent over for a man?" Nothing like a little crudeness to set the tone. This was a taking, a claiming. It wasn't one man making love to another. It was nothing to do with love at all. It was surrender and dominance.
    "I, uh... It's been a while. A few months."
    "Who?" Jealousy boiled up from his stomach. The thought of anyone touching Bobby, being inside Bobby and Thor, however irrational, about lost his mind.
    "Lawyer from another firm. He's a switch. Visits Abyss."
    The only thing that could make Thor feel better about that was perhaps the other lawyer witnessed Bobby being flogged in the club. "Condoms?"
    "Y-yes. Always."
    "Good." Thor pulled one of the barstools away from the counter and patted the leather seat. "Bend over, rest your forearms on this, legs shoulder width apart."
    Bobby's eyes widened and he hesitated only a moment before doing as he was told. "Yes sir," he said softly.
    Thor stood off to the side as Bobby assumed the position he'd been instructed in. Strong legs, perfectly defined muscles. Tight ass. Slender hips and trembling shoulders. His hands, smooth and well tended, fisted and let go, then fisted again as he tried to relax.
    He was nervous and something about that made the tension in Thor's gut loosen. He'd never seen Bobby nervous, not around women at least. He'd been nervous at the club last weekend, but Thor chalked that up to the public display on the cross.
    He stepped closer and reached out, running his fingers lightly down Bobby's spine in a gesture meant to relax. His muscles shook beneath the contact. "I've never seen you like this. Almost unsure."
    "No. Not unsure, just... I don't know what to expect, what to do. Out of my element." The words were soft but solid.
    Thor nodded even though Bobby couldn't see the motion. "All you have to do is what I tell you. All you have to do is follow my instructions, my orders. All you have to do is trust me."
    "I wish it were as easy as all that."
    "I know." And he did. He'd never been a submissive, but he still understood what it took to trust. He had to trust the submissive partner, too and doing so wasn't always as 'easy as all that'.
    "I am not going to do anything you don't agree to. You have a safe word and a safe signal. Use them." As he spoke, he slid his hand lower, over Bobby's ass and gripped the flesh in his palm, squeezing until Bobby yelped. Thor leaned down and nipped at his lover's shoulder. "Right now though, this is only about me getting inside you. I haven't been able to think about too much else beyond splitting you open, impaling you, making you mine."
    Bobby's slight trembles turned to full on shivers as he nodded his head emphatically. "Yes, please, sir, please."
    "You're not above begging, are you?"
    Bobby shook his head. "No sir. No I'm not."
    "Good." Thor trailed the fingers of the hand that held Bobby's ass, up through the crack between his cheeks. Heat met the tips of the digits and when Bobby started to widen his stance, Thor reached farther down and smacked the inside of Bobby's left thigh. "I told you shoulder width apart."
    Bobby readjusted his stance to the original position. "Yes sir."
    Thor resumed his light stroking of Bobby's ass, his fingers glancing over the tight dark hole he intended to penetrate before long.
    He stood up to his full height, but not before placing a kiss to the top of Bobby's head, inhaling for a brief second the shampoo scent of his hair. He set the oil and condom on the bar and moved behind Bobby, using both hands now to massage, to caress, to stroke, to slap. The sound of his palm connecting with Bobby's bare flesh echoed through the open rooms.
    Bobby jolted forward briefly, then settled back. Another slap