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I hung my head while I drew in a few steady breaths, trying not to get ahead of myself. As I did, I heard the clink of his belt behind me and the quiet whoosh of leather as he took it off. My body ached to move—to turn around and face him—but I didn’t. I remained still like I was supposed to.

His fingers brushed along my jaw as he gently tilted my head back and slipped the belt around my neck. I felt the bite of the metal loop on my skin and inhaled sharply. My pulse jumped against the pressure of the leather with excitement, and my breathing changed, becoming shallower as he slowly tightened it. He stepped up behind me and used the weight of his body to press me into the counter.

“Do you know how fucking sexy you look with my belt around your neck?” Rhodes murmured, his voice low in my ear. His teeth dragged over my earlobe and pulled a loud moan from me. On instinct, I pushed back, and he gave the belt a quick tug. “I didn’t say you could move, little wolf.”

I went still, every muscle locking up. My knuckles turned white against the countertop from restraint. His fingers traced down my spine, and even through my shirt, his touch set my skin on fire.

“With one hand, unbutton your shirt,” he instructed. I did without hesitation, my fingers fumbling through each button before returning to the countertop. His hand slid under the fabric, and his touch burned as his hand rounded my side. “Good boy. Push your shirt off, and set it on the counter.”

As soon as I did, his teeth sank hard into my shoulder. The moment I gasped from the shock of it, he cut off my airflow with the belt. My eyes fluttered shut as the lack of oxygen sent me soaring. A warm haze settled over me, one I readily sank into. The pressure from his teeth increased hard enough to hurt. My dick throbbed against the counter as my arousal spiked. His free hand smoothed over the front of my jeans, and the brush of fabric over my length made me whimper. He stroked me rougher, and my knees nearly gave out. Pleasure coiled dangerously hot in my core, threatening my ability to last.

The belt loosened, and air rushed back into my lungs. I gasped and swayed, gripping the counter for support. My vision swam as I tried to gain my bearings.

“Breathe,” Rhodes said. The gentleness in his voice starkly contrasted with how he handled me, but I wanted it. I wanted the way pain and pleasure went hand in hand when I was with him. I wanted the rush and the floating euphoria only he could give me.

As I found my center once more, he tugged open the front of my jeans. I resisted the urge to move as he freed my dick. When he ran his thumb over the slit, smearing my precum, I moaned.

“Again.” The belt snapped tight once more, stealing the breath from my lungs. The world faded into nothing more than the bite of the belt around my neck and the hard press of his thumb against my slit. I was floating, drifting outside myself. My body melted into a surge of liquid heat as my arousal throbbed through every fiber of my being.

He held me there, ramping up my need and desperation, for as long as he knew I could handle. When the belt went slack, air slammed back into my lungs, and I drew in a broken gasp. My entire body trembled with the rush of oxygen, and I clung to the counter, my knees barely holding up.

“Breathe,” he ordered as his lips touched the side of my neck. The up-and-down sensations made me hypersensitive, and the minimal contact elicited a fractured moan from me. “Are you flying, little wolf?”

I managed a nod.

“Words,” Rhodes said. “I want to hear you use your words.”

“Yes,” I rasped.

“Good boy,” he murmured. The praise spilled through me, lighting my nerves on fire. “Again.”

The belt cinched tight, and this time, his hand moved with it—a deliberate stroke over my dick from base-to-tip. The lack of air and the feel of his grip hit me all at once. He stroked me again, and my body moved on autopilot, thrusting weakly into his hand without permission. I chased the feeling, even as my lungs screamed for relief. The combination was deliciously destructive and threatened to push me over the edge.

“There’s my desperate boy,” he whispered. “Look at you… look at how hard you are when you can’t breathe.”

His hand moved faster, and the world tilted. A ragged sound escaped me as my dick throbbed in his hands, leaking precum into his hand with every pass. I was right there, ready to come apart and desperately needing to.

“Don’t you dare come, Theo,” Rhodes ordered. “Hold it for me.”

I whined but held nonetheless. My chest burned, and my cock ached in his grip. A wave of pure, weightless pleasure washed over me with the combination.

He loosened the belt, and I gulped down quick breaths as air flooded my lungs.

“Breathe, little wolf,” he said. His hand kept stroking, a relentless rhythm that had me sagging against the counter. Only the weight of his body pinning me in place held me upright. “And don’t come. I’m not done with you yet.”

The belt snapped tight a fourth time, and his hand slid off my cock. His fingers found my balls, cupping them, and I tensed, knowing exactly where this was going—knowing exactly how this would undo me. He rolled them in his palm before stretching them downward, just enough to send a spike of pain through my body, and squeezed.

A strangled sound tore through me, and my hips jerked forward. The lack of air and the building intensity in my balls hit me hard. Heat flooded every inch of my body as my arousal surged, fresh precum leaking from my slit. I was right there on the edge, wound up so tight I was ready to snap.

“Do you remember the last time I did this to you?” he asked, his breath hot against my ear. “Do you remember how it felt so goddamn good that you came without my permission?”

He squeezed a little harder, and I bucked. It took everything I had to claw my way back from the edge.

“Hold it for me, little wolf,” he continued. “Show me you can hold on a little longer, and I’ll let you pick your reward.”

The belt loosened, and I collapsed forward on my elbows as I pulled in desperate breaths, my chest heaving rapidly. His hand found my dick again. He stroked my dick at an agonizing rate. Every pass drew out the aftershock as I crawled slowly back from the edge with the barest amount of control.

“Keep your palms flat against the counter, Theo,” Rhodes said, his tone shifting. “I need to know you can tap out if you need me to stop.”