When Piras struggled, Kila wrapped his scarred arms around him, pinning him tight. The Dramok didn’t miss the growing hardness pressing against his ass. Nobeks loved a fight, and Kila took pleasure in Piras’s attempts to pull free.
As an admiral being manhandled by a subordinate, Piras was infuriated. As a lonely man who had been granted a taste of what Kila could offer in a more private setting, he wanted to melt into the demanding embrace. Confusion swirled as he tried to sort out the disparate sides of his personality.
“Get your hands off me,” he snarled between clenched teeth.
“Why? You liked them on you well enough before.” Kila’s breath warmed Piras’s ear, setting off a shiver. “I felt that, my pretty Piras. I wonder how much more you’d tremble for me.”
Keeping one arm wrapped around the Dramok, Kila went right for his weakest – and currently hardest – parts. His big, strong hand cupped Piras’s avid groin and rubbed with an expertise that robbed the admiral’s knees of their strength.
Heavy bliss filled his pricks as they bulged in reaction. The anger drained from his head, taking all identity as a commanding officer away. The fog of desire billowed through his senses. All was a sweet throb of need, of warmth, of feeling sheltered by the man nuzzling his ear and jaw.
Kila nipped the side of his neck. The sharp sensation traveled straight to Piras’s pulsing crotch, a swift lightning strike that brought him up on his toes with a cry. The Nobek held him easily, playing with him, arousing him.
Controlling him. The feeling of the robust man behind him wielding power sent sweet surrender sweeping through Piras’s body, making him helpless with arousal.
“I won’t fight for dominance,” he whispered, his heart booming so that his entire body throbbed with its rhythm.
“I’m not asking you to,” Kila reassured him, his voice rough silk in Piras’s ear. “So damn few give themselves up like you do. Now that I know who you are, I’m ready to enjoy it.” He rubbed his iron erections against Piras’s ass to underscore the claim.
Piras moaned. He felt he could fall apart in Kila’s grasp, literally crumble to pieces. At that moment there was only the Nobek, only his touch, only his demands. Nothing else existed.
Kila stopped rubbing, though he still held Piras. “Unfortunately, this isn’t the time nor the place.”
Piras keened a complaint. Kila was more than capable of giving him what he craved. He didn’t want to wait and ground his crotch against the other man’s hand.
Kila growled a warning. He yanked Piras around, forcing him so they stood face to face. The Nobek stepped forward, pushing him up against his desk. “I said we’ll wait. Now say, ‘yes, Nobek’.”
The glowering face was a threat that was enticing as it was frightening. Still in the throes of sexual excitement, Piras didn’t hesitate to answer. “Yes, Nobek.”
“Good boy.” Kila grabbed the back of Piras’s head, holding him in place for a lip-bruising kiss. His tongue glided into the Dramok’s mouth. Piras acquiesced, his body softening even as his cocks surged with eagerness.
Kila tasted him until Piras couldn’t draw breath. Yet he didn’t try to break the kiss, perfectly content to have the Nobek’s mouth work his until he passed out. As the first hint of dizzy faintness stole over him, Kila seemed to sense Piras was going woozy and released the fierce embrace.
His wide-slitted eyes stared down at Piras as the admiral gasped. “I like that you fall apart for me so easily, you lovely creature. I like that instinct for quick obedience.”
Piras had no reply. His brain could only offer wispy bits that couldn’t count as real thoughts.
Kila chuckled, and the deep sound of his approval vibrated through Piras’s body. “From now on, if we’re discussing or having sex, you will immediately say ‘yes, Nobek’ to any demand I put to you. Not obeying me means discipline. Understood?”
Piras collected enough of his senses to find the correct reply. “Yes, Nobek.”
“Very good. In here, you are my commanding officer. You are the powerful Dramok everyone knows you to be. But alone, when we are having intimacies, I am in control. My orders are to be obeyed without question. This body is mine to do with as I please.”
As he spoke, he emphasized his demands by pinching Piras’s nipples and squeezing his cocks enough to send the Dramok up on his toes. Threatening pain but stopping just shy of it. Showing he could have Piras in any way he wished. Asserting his dominance.
Piras’s head swam with ecstatic arousal at the display. This was what he had always craved. What so few would give him. There was no hesitation as he gasped, “Yes, Nobek.”