Eternal Souls - Wanton Renegade Part 11

Fingers moved up inside of him; one, two, three. They weren't gentle. He was going to say something, but his mouth was zipped. He began to try and speak behind the mask but it came out m.u.f.fled.

The man removed his fingers and came to stand in front of him. He looked into his eyes. "What's the matter, Tyler?"

Of course he couldn't respond.

"Cat got your tongue?" He laughed, unzipping the zipper that ran across his chest.

Tyler felt his fingers pinching his nipples. It brought tears to his eyes. This was not what he wanted.

"Let's see that c.o.c.k of yours, let's see how much torture you can take. We have all night long, maybe longer," he breathed, leaning forward and licking his chest.

Tyler recoiled.

The man stiffened. He reached over and picked something off the table.

Tyler squinted in the darkened room, trying to make it out. His eyes widened. It was a whip.

"Don't you ever back away from me, Tyler, you understand me?" He cracked the whip on the floor. Tyler tried to scream.

The man laughed, showing him the handle of the whip, a thick solid handle that was at least nine inches in diameter. "See this, guess where it's going to go, beautiful boy. And you can scream all you want. No one is going to hear you."

When Bryce walked into the Club, the woman at the desk stood up. "Whoa, baby," she said, "what wet dream did you just walk out of?"

He issued her a tight smile and pointed to the insignia on his shirt sleeve. "Sky Patrol. I'm Commander Donavan."

"Oh," she licked her lips. "Where can I rent that dream?"

"I have no idea," he replied. "This place is being raided tonight. If you cooperate, nothing will happen. We intend to bring everyone down into this room. And if they check out, they can go."

"You know, s.e.xy, I really don't give a s.h.i.t. I just work here."

"Where's the owner?"

"d.a.m.ned if I know. I can get the manager if you like."

"That would be a good idea. Bring him into the lobby," Bryce said, clicking on his phone and pressing the b.u.t.ton for collective transmission. "Alright, move in. And remember, no one does anything without my authorization."

The young woman was still standing there looking him over.

"Are you going to get the manager or what?" he asked impatiently.

"That depends, are you going to strip search me?"

Bryce ran a hand through his hair. "Darling, I have neither the time nor the inclination. Get the manager."

She shrugged and hurried out of the room.

Bryce walked though the lobby as he heard his officers begin their search. He opened the first door on the left and peered in. It was then he heard this m.u.f.fled cry.

Light flooded into the room and Bryce walked in, his gun drawn.

Tyler gasped when he saw him. Oh my f.u.c.king G.o.d, no. Donavan was the last person he wanted seeing him like this.

Bryce lowered the gun and came closer. He ran his gaze down the length of him and then started to laugh.

"Well, well, if it isn't Tyler Rose. A little tied up, are we?"

Tyler scowled under the mask, making a sound of protest. His suit was open to the waist as well as down the back. His s.e.x had been pulled upward over his belly so that the tip of it was visible.

Bryce made sure he knew where he was looking. Then he met his gaze and said, "What? What did you say?

You're happy to see me?"

Tyler closed his eyes.

Bryce folded his arms across his chest and regarded him through half closed eyes.

Tyler tried to tell him to unshackle him. He moved around and made sounds through the mask. Bryce leaned over and unzipped his mouth.

"You p.r.i.c.k," Tyler spat. "Get me out of this mess."

"I knew I was going to regret that," Bryce sighed.

"Come on, Donavan, what if someone should see me like this?"

"Did anyone ever tell you, Tyler, that you are overly concerned with appearances?" He lifted an eyebrow suggestively.

"Yea, you did," Tyler replied with a sigh. He was going to play this for all it was worth.

Bryce c.o.c.ked his head. He walked around to the back of him, admiring the curve of his a.s.s, at least the part he could see.

Tyler sucked in some breath. "What are you doing?"

There was no reply. Tyler's heart began to beat heavy in his chest.

"You want me to undo the cuffs?" he asked him softly, too softly. Tyler could feel his hip brush against him.

He closed his eyes, swallowing.

"Bryce," he said, his voice shaking. Instantly, his c.o.c.k was hard.

"Tyler," he said in reply. "What do you want, Tyler?"

Suddenly he felt Bryce's body move closer. Then one hand slid inside the suit, caressing the curve of his a.s.s.

Tyler laid his body back against him, wishing he didn't have on this stupid suit.

Another hand moved up around to his chest. He felt his fingers tantalizingly brush across one of his nipples as the other continued to caress his a.s.s. Although the clothing between them created a buffer so that he couldn't feel the contours of his beautiful body, he could feel the pressure of it against him. It was driving him wild.

Bryce backed away suddenly, coming around to the front. He undid his mask and drew it up over his face.

He ran his gaze over him again as Tyler gave him a look of longing.

"Those nipples," he whispered softly, reaching out and flicking his finger across one of them, causing Tyler to moan a little. "You have tormented me with those nipples of yours," he let his gaze travel over his chest.

Moving closer, he placed his hands on Tyler's hips and then bent his dark head to his chest.

Tyler felt his tongue move rapidly over his left nipple, sucking on it before giving it a gentle bite. At the same time he moved his thumb over the swollen head of his s.e.x.

Tyler swerved. Bryce strengthened his hold on his hips and steadied him. He looked up him and smiled. "I want to kiss you," he said softly, searching his face.

Tyler swallowed. "Yes, yes," he said, breathing deeply. "Do anything you want. I've wanted you since the moment I saw you. You know that, don't you?"

He nodded, running his hand over his hair. He lifted his chin up with his thumb and his forefinger and lowered his mouth to his. At first, he teasingly licked his lips, tasting one than the other, than he forcefully separated them with his tongue, squeezing his a.s.s cheeks in his hands at the same time.

Tyler thrust forward in his restraints, widening his mouth so that he could take his tongue deeper. Their tongues did a sensuous battle inside their mouths, their kisses coming in gulps now, both of them making sounds of pleasure as the kiss continued.

Bryce caught his hair and pulled his head backward. Tyler gasped as he moved his mouth over his throat and his chest, and then moved it back to his mouth again.

"Jesus," Tyler cried out as he felt his entire body fill with an aching need for him.

When his hand brushed against his throbbing c.o.c.k, Tyler let out a deep moan.

Bryce moved behind him now, reaching for the zipper down the side of the suit. "f.u.c.k," he growled impatiently, "how in the h.e.l.l am I supposed to get you out of this thing?"

Tyler thrust his hips forward. "It doesn't matter how you do it, just do it," he breathed. "I want you to f.u.c.k me."

Bryce increased the effort, almost frantic as he fumbled with the zipper. Then suddenly, his hand came into contact with something lodged in the leg of the suit. It was square and solid.

He removed it, and stood looking at it for a second, dumbfounded.

"Christ, don't stop," Tyler pleaded. "What is it? Why did you stop?"

Bryce backed away, holding the small container in his hand. It was silver. It was filled with ID.

"Bryce," Tyler said, trying to turn around so he could see what was happening.

Bryce came around to stand in front of him. He held up the container.

"What in h.e.l.l is that?" Tyler asked, his frustration quickly turning to anger.

"You tell me," he mused, looking at it, then back at Tyler.

"I don't know," Tyler snapped.

"Who were you in here with, before me?" he inquired, forcing his voice to remain calm.

"Some guy, I don't know. He was strange. He wore a mask and I really didn't appreciate his idea of...

pleasure," he remarked. "Why?"

"Because he left you a present," Bryce commented, running a hand through his disarrayed hair.

"What is it?"

"You know very well what it is," he snapped. "What do you have to do with Modem?"

"Modem," Tyler sighed. "I don't understand." "He's a drug dealer. And I know you've used this drug. I found some in your pants, remember?"

"Oh yea," Tyler smiled.

"You think this is a joke?" Donovan raised his voice.

"No," he shook his head. "But seriously, you don't really think I have anything to do with drug trafficking, do you?"

He pursed his lips, and studied the box. He flipped off the top and looked. There were at least fifty little cylinders inside. That was a sizable profit.

Tyler narrowed his eyes, and swallowed. He couldn't believe that he thought he was involved in this. It hurt. It hurt a lot. "I know we don't know each other well, Bryce but..." he began.

"We don't know each other at all," Bryce replied coldly, meeting his eyes. "And that's the way it's going to stay."

Tyler lowered his head.

Abruptly Bryce reached up and released his wrists, than he bent down and undid the holds from his ankles.

Tyler stretched out his arms and rubbed his wrists. "So now what happens?"

Bryce shrugged. "You stay here until I come and get you. We need to talk. Either you're involved with Modem, or he decided to leave his precious cargo with you for some reason. Either way, he was here in this room."

Tyler bit his lip.

Bryce opened the phone. "I want you to make doubly sure that all exits are blocked. If someone got out of here tonight, there's going to be h.e.l.l to pay," he growled. He closed the phone now and issued Tyler a dirty look. "Don't go anywhere. You stay right here."

"I'll be here," Tyler told him miserably.

After he'd left the room, Tyler closed his eyes. d.a.m.n. How close they'd come. d.a.m.n this Modem guy. He had just put a serious damper on things, whoever he was.