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Bradley nodded slowly. He felt like until he made up for it, he wouldn’t be forgiven even if Ryan said it was all right.

Ryan sighed. “Oh you beautiful boy.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to Bradley’s lips. “Have you ever had a spanking, sweet?”

“Kind of. Once. I liked it.”

“Bet you haven’t had one like I can give you,” Ryan said. “You owe me fifteen for your disobedience, and then all is forgiven and you will enjoy our sex.”

A thrill shot through Bradley. “Thank you, Sir.”

Ryan reached out and briefly cupped his cheek before pushing off of him and rolling away. Bradley sat up and stared at his mate hungrily. What was he supposed to do? Ryan pushed himself to his feet and crossed to the window that faced the side of the building where he’d parked his bike.

“Can you see the alley from the road?” he asked.

Bradley frowned. “Not that I know of.” The hardware store didn’t even have a window on that side, and the building next to it had been vacant for months. “You’d have to be looking hard. Why?”

“Don’t bring your clothes and come,” Ryan commanded, walking over to the side door that led to the fire escape and dumped into the side where the bike was parked. Bradley rolled to his feet and followed, his heart pounding. What was his Ryan thinking?

* * * *

I’m going to hell and am out of my damn mind
. Risking arrest or the stalker seeing them should have made what Ryan was thinking utter madness, but unfortunately all the blood used to fuel logic had lodged quite firmly in his permanent hard-on. Bradley had looked so lost once he realized what he’d done and how unhappy it had made Ryan that the “punishment” that he was about to dole out had seemed a perfect solution.

“It’s cold,” Bradley complained as they reached the bottom of the metal stairs and stepped out onto the cold pavement. The temperature didn’t seem to have any effect on their hard cocks however.

“Deal with it. It’s punishment, remember?” Ryan asked, forcing his voice to seem stern and detached.

Bradley let out a little moan of sound, his cock jerking. “Yes, Sir.”

It figured that Bradley wouldn’t let their first time together to be vanilla. The boy was determined to fit neatly into Ryan’s life, and so it only fit that he would make their first time together some kind of kinky scene.
Can I walk after this
? His wolf had serious doubts. The shadow that clung to him, his wolf, reached out for Bradley, wanting to touch. Ryan yanked it back.
No
. They couldn’t. The wolf whimpered in protest. He was his trainer, soon to be his lover, but he wouldn’t be his mate.

Ryan pointed to his bike. “Lay over the seat, ass in the air.” Bradley obeyed, and Ryan had to put a restraining hand on his erection to keep from shooting his load right then and there. Fuck that was sexy. The blond-haired minx leaning over his motorcycle while Ryan took him had been his most potent fantasy since the boy walked into the shop.
What do you know, dreams really do come true
. Bradley made another noise of want and arched his spine so that his plump little ass rose in blatant invitation. They would have to be quiet.

The saddle bag on the side of the bike beckoned, and Ryan walked over and opened it. The bandana inside would work nicely as a gag. He folded it appropriately and put a hand on Bradley’s lower back. “Open your mouth, boy,” he commanded. His dick waved in protest. It would’ve much rather have been the one to go inside the boy’s lush mouth. Trying to be patient with Bradley was a test of his sanity. He tied the bandana around Bradley’s head so that the middle of it muffled any sounds the boy could make by virtue of fitting into the boy’s mouth. “Now stay still and take your punishment.”

He switched the slick to his free hand before bringing his other hand down with a crack on Ryan’s unguarded ass. The boy whimpered, arching back into the strike. “Don’t.” Smack. “Ever.” Smack. “Forget.” Smack. “Who.” Smack. “You.” Smack. “Belong.” Smack. “To.” Bradley gave a muffled cry as Ryan’s hand landed again with enough force that the mark he’d made went stark white before filling with a rosy red. Oh Bradley colored nicely.

Bradley started rocking his hips back and forth, swaying the way some subs did when they started to descend into subspace.
Yes
. That was where he wanted his submissive to be. He wanted him to forget about paintings and stalkers and their future. He just wanted Bradley to feel him in this moment. He squeezed the angry red flesh, and Bradley shuddered. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he admitted, landing another three blows in rapid succession. “Always wondered how you’d look across my bike.” He popped him again, a little lighter this time. “Last three, boy. Take them gracefully and I’ll fill you up right here across my bike.” He switched hands, popping his other cheek for contrast. Bradley continued to rock back into the blows, making little noises of want with each fall of Ryan’s hand. He’d been right. The boy was a natural.

The last strike hit, and Bradley shuddered as Ryan rubbed his hands over the scorching flesh. “Good boy. You did so well.” He imagined that Bradley was just starting to float in a world where everything felt just right. His own body was screaming at him to claim the boy that was submitting so nicely to him. It was almost a compulsion to fuck him at this point.

“I could get addicted to you, boy.” He didn’t know what possessed him to say it, but there is was. He just hoped that Bradley hadn’t heard the guttural admission due to his subspace.

* * * *

He pulled Bradley’s ass apart and smeared some slick onto the eager rosette that seemed to beg for his attentions. Bradley’s whole body was on fire, his nerve endings more alive than he could ever remember them being. He was floating in a world of sensation, and he didn’t think he could get any higher. From the spanking alone he was dancing along the edge of orgasm, but it wasn’t just a focused pleasure on his cock or ass. Was it possible to have a full-body orgasm? Because if so, he was going to have one.

Ryan pushed a finger inside him, and Bradley rocked backward instinctually, clinging to the leather and chrome motorcycle he was posed on. He thanked God for the gag in his mouth that tasted faintly like Ryan as his noises got louder with each subsequent finger fuck. He couldn’t even form words in his mind as his hole was stretched for Ryan’s use. He wanted to be the man’s fuck doll. Whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, as long as this incredible feeling didn’t fade.

“I can’t wait to get you home,” Ryan rumbled, pushing a third finger into Bradley’s ass. “I have so many more things to play with you with.” Bradley whimpered at the images that flickered through his head. He
needed
. “Going to make you come so much you won’t be able to move after.”

Please
! Finally, Ryan seemed to have some mercy and pressed the thick head of his cock against the tight ring of muscle that guarded Bradley’s entrance. How was Ryan even talking at this point? Bradley was fucking mindless. He pushed back, wanting Ryan to shove inside him.

“You all right?” Ryan asked. At least he sounded strained now. Bradley nodded, telling him without words to hurry the fuck up with each backward thrust of his hips.
Not fragile. Fuck me. Please
.

Ryan shoved deep, and Bradley couldn’t suppress the cry of triumph that issued out of his throat at the invasion. Finally, Ryan was his. The wolf wasted no time in setting a hard pace that showed exactly how close to madness the man really was. He pounded inside him, and Bradley met him thrust for thrust. They fucked like they’d both been waiting a lifetime to come together, and maybe they had. All Bradley knew was that he needed this like he needed air in his lungs.

The pace and the intensity were not something to be maintained however. It wasn’t long before Bradley felt the telltale tingle at the base of his spine that signaled his impending orgasm. He gave a muffled whimper of warning, asking permission.

Ryan growled and slowed his pace. “Want to come on my cock, my little slut?”

Yes, please, Sir, yes
. His hands dug into the leather of the seat and he screamed as his balls drew up painfully.

“Come then. Show me how much you want me.”

Bradley lost it, his body seizing like he’d stuck his finger in a light socket. He didn’t know up from down as his world rocked and splintered, sending him rocketing off into space before beginning the endless fall back to earth. Distantly, he was aware of Ryan giving his own rumbled shout of completion as Bradley’s body clenched around him, and the pleasurable spurts of his release warmed his insides exponentially. The action shouldn’t have been nearly as hot as it was, but he felt so thoroughly claimed by it that his cock gave another enthusiastic stream of orgasm against the side of Ryan’s bike.

Bradley sagged, trusting the bike to keep up his weight. His whole body trembled and his mind was completely blank as Ryan’s grip on his hips loosened and their breathing evened out. He clung to the bike, never wanting the moment to end.

“Are you all right, sweet?” Ryan asked, reaching up and unknotting the black bandanna where it was wrapped around his head.

Bradley moved his jaw, which was surprisingly sore given the fact that it was only a piece of cloth that had stretched it. “I’ll let you know when I start thinking again.”

“Let’s get you back inside and a bag packed.”

Oh yeah. He wanted to go back inside. He itched to sketch, to paint. He needed to get this feeling on paper. If only he could move.

Ryan’s low chuckle sounded behind him. “Need help?” He nodded. Strong arms wrapped around his waist and hauled him backward, righting him. “Hmm, next time I get it in my head to try something kinky, remind me that cum is a bitch to try and get out of the little grooves on the side of my bike.” Bradley frowned. He didn’t mean to make a mess. “Shh, sweet. That was a joke.” It was only when Ryan spoke that Bradley realized that he’d made a noise of protest at the thought of bothering his bike. “Wow. You’re high as a kite right now, huh?” Bradley nodded and stumbled toward the steps. “Hmmm, you’re going to kill yourself like that. Here.” Ryan bent and scooped him up like some damsel out of a Shakespeare play and strode a little unsteadily up the metal steps.

Bradley smiled and looked up into the handsome face of his lover. “Love you, Ry.”

The other man glanced down at him and gave him a sheepish smile. “That’s the endorphins talking.”

He was wrong. But it wasn’t polite to correct his Dom so soon after getting his mind blown.

Ryan deposited Bradley on what was left of the couch cushions and went to pack the bag himself. He was still deeply in sub space, and Ryan didn’t want to bring him out of it too abruptly. It was good that he was allowed to bask in it a bit, especially the first time. Ryan didn’t doubt that it was his first time as well. His reactions were too raw, too open. He’d been completely exposed to Ryan, and Ryan had been able to do nothing but stand in awe of his submission. No one had ever given him submission quite like that.
And soon he’ll be giving his beautiful sub self to other Doms at Riders
. The insidious voice made him growl.
No way. No fucking way
. What choice did he have? If Ryan didn’t claim him, Bradley was an available. The thought made him sick. No one deserved to see that blissed-out look on Bradley’s face.

“I’ll be over here in your bathroom getting your toiletries, all right?” Ryan asked as he finished stuffing the only unripped pair of jeans he could find into a discarded duffle.

“Okay,” Bradley murmured, his eyes half-shut as he rested his head on the couch cushion he’d dragged over.

They were probably going to have to buy him ninety percent of his things. Whoever tore through the place had left little untouched. He sniffed the air but recognized no scent. Too many humans and wolves had traipsed through the area, and he couldn’t discern who was supposed to be there from who shouldn’t have been. At least Bradley wasn’t near hysteria anymore. The look on his face as he’d realized that his paintings were gone had broken Ryan’s heart.

He imagined that the art was more precious to his submissive than anything else in the loft. Bradley was going to freak when he saw the special room Ryan was thinking of converting for Bradley’s use when he stayed at his house.
Whoa, cowboy. Don’t get ahead of yourself
. Trainers usually had a room where they let subs stay, but they didn’t remake an existing room for any one sub’s tastes. It just wasn’t practical.
There is nothing practical about the way I am acting and feeling toward him
. He sighed. Why did he feel like Bradley had won some kind of epic battle that had completely gone over Ryan’s head?

He stomped back to the ruined bathroom and started sorting through half the bottles he’d tossed around in his desperate search for slick. There was no reason that anyone should need five different shampoos, toothpastes, and hair gel. Not to mention all the vitamins that littered the floor. Why couldn’t he take one multivitamin like everyone else?

The sound of shuffling and movement made him pause his search. “Bradley, are you all right?”

“Fine, Sir,” Bradley called back, sounding distracted. What was he doing? He poked his head out of the door and was astounded by what he saw. Bradley had dragged out three sketchbooks from God knew where and had them positioned around him in a semicircle. He had a piece of broken charcoal in his fist and was furiously working on the first one. As quietly as possible, Ryan moved back into the room to watch as Bradley descended into another level of consciousness that Ryan had never seen before. It went beyond submission. It was submission, sex, and art all in one.