Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
Dex’s face fell, because he didn’t even have a blanket here to hide under. “I was nicer to you. I took your cuffs off.”
Hammer stared at him, his face tensing with the effort not to smile. “I’d rather not make your mistakes. So be a good hostage, and if my club comes to their senses, you will be back home, cruising for men in no time. In the meanwhile, let me be nice by fixing a decent breakfast. You need vitamins after all that spanking.”
Dex’s face exploded with heat that went all the way to his ears. The last thing he needed was a reminder of what had happened earlier. He wouldn’t acknowledge Hammer’s words, because what he wanted to say could earn him another spanking. Instead, he dropped to the mattress with an unhappy grunt, only to roll to his hip, sputtering curse words. His ass hurt.
He could swear he heard Hammer chuckle to himself as he left the barn.
What did Dex do to deserve this? So maybe he was a fuck up, and a piece of shit, but wasn’t he owed a bit of dignity?
A swooshing sound made him look into the cage to his right, but terror froze him in place when a creature of orange, white, and black stripes entered through a hole in the wall, which featured rubber flaps.
It was a tiger.
A massive fucking tiger, which now stared Dex’s way with disinterest, as if he wasn’t the first morsel of food it’d had to room with.
This had to be Bandit. Any interest in jerking off was now gone. He’d survive and learn from this experience.
Somehow.
Chapter 7 – Hammer
<Choose your breakfast: avocado toast, eggs and bacon, shakshuka, waffles with toffee sauce.>
Hammer’s skull was a pressure cooker about to explode. What the fuck did food have to do with anything? He wasn’t ignorant of stereotypes and knew some of the options had more of a soft male connotation than others, but liking avocados or sprinkles didn’t have anything to do with sexuality, and neither did the previous question. So maybe straight men were less likely to prefer Lady Gaga over Taylor Swift than gay men, but that was beside the point.
This wasn’t a serious test.
And yet he chose shakshuka, because who didn’t like nutritious eggs and a healthy portion of vegetables with their morning meal?
The online test jumped to results, informing him that he was forty-six percent gay.
Whatever that fucking meant.
This kind of thing should have earned the author a spanking, and Hammer would have struck their ass until it bled, way beyond turning it the ripe shade Dex’s ass had been at the end of his punishment.
With a growl, he wiped his forehead with his forearm and grabbed another chunk of meat on the bone before pushing it into the industrial-sized grinder, which would turn the food into a mush Bandit could consume without the discomfort brought upon by his illness.
A whole day had passed since they’d arrived, and he wasn’t sure how much longer they’d be staying with Cora. If Ryker had any brains, he would have skipped town by now. But until Hammer established what was going on within the club and what Lion’s opinion on the matter of his brother was, he’d be lying low.
That meant helping Cora around her big cat sanctuary, spying on Dex, and taking the stupid ‘Am I Gay?’ quiz online. Like that had any chance of explaining why he couldn’t stop thinking about Dex’s legs spread, and his ass exposed by the jockstrap. Everything about Dex screamed easy access and the underwear was just the cherry on top. And even though he’d seemed subdued yesterday and slept like a log, Dex had tried to make conversation when Hammer had brought him breakfast, and his big brown eyes followed Hammer’s every move with the need of a bitch in heat.
But Hammer was intent on pretending the spanking hadn’t affected him at all because… because—
Because he didn’t understand why it had. Guys had never been of interest to him, not in that way, and being exposed to Dex’s blatant flirting was doing something strange to him. Even at night he’d had no peace, haunted by strange dreams featuring landscapes of muscular flesh and brown eyes instead of the moon and sun in the sky.
So he started wondering: what was the worst that could happen if he satisfied his curiosity? It wasn’t as though anyone would believe Dex if he decided to bark about it.
Would he feed Dex his dick through the bars? Just walk in there, undress him, and fuck him into the mattress while the tiger watched? No, that would be too awkward. He didn’t like doing it in front of animals, whether they understood what was going on or not.
And what kind of sex did he want from Dex? Was he ready to touch a male body all over? Would he jerk Dex off? While he wasn’t sure if that was of interest, he wasn’t repulsed by the thought either, and watching Dex reacting to everything he did was a never-ending source of fun. The boy had turned into a puddle of trembling flesh on that spanking bench, and Hammer wanted to make it happen again.