by Lyra Evans
“Hungry cockslut,” Cobalt told him, his voice a low growl, and Niko nearly came from the sound. “You’re mine, little Pet. My cockslut, desperate for it.”
Niko moaned against Cobalt’s cock, his throat vibrating as he sucked and massaged Cobalt’s shaft with his tongue. He had no concept of how long it lasted, lost in the sensations and filthy words Cobalt was speaking to him. But when Cobalt shuddered, going still and tense, his cock jerking in Niko’s mouth, Niko took a sharp, quick breath before his mouth and throat were flooded with salty, slightly sweet liquid.
Niko swallowed quickly as Cobalt pulled out. The taste on his tongue was different than he had ever experienced, even from the time before Sade. At one time, Niko had loved giving blowjobs. Uri had certainly never complained about Niko’s affinity for it, but even he, who tasted better than Sade, hadn’t tasted like this.
Mulling over the flavour, Niko almost forgot where they were. Suddenly Cobalt’s mouth was close to his ear, his warm breath ghosting over Niko’s skin.
“Good Pet,” he said. “You’ve earned quite the reward when we’re somewhere more private. Until then, you get no release.”
Niko shivered again, his body wrung out, exhausted, but somehow exhilarated. Cobalt slowly unhooked his arms releasing them with gentle but firm motions meant to massage the sore muscles. Then he removed the anal hook, thrusting it in once or twice to torture Niko before pulling it out. As a final gesture, he switched Niko’s visor back so he could see. Niko was momentarily bewildered, disoriented from the sudden assault on his vision. As Cobalt helped him to his feet, he saw the gathered group engaged in various forms of pleasuring themselves and each other. Juniper and Goshawk were deeply engaged in a frotting session, hands everywhere. Goshawk’s breasts were exposed now. Starla was on her knees, providing Redwood with a blowjob of his own. Niko was sure she had secured payment for that, but the sight still struck him. And on the end, Preston jerked himself steadily.
Niko supposed that was a good sign, but he could barely muster the energy to care much. He was light-headed and dehydrated. He swayed slightly as Cobalt guided him to the stairs down, and Cobalt seemed to catch it. He wrapped the leash around his arm and pulled Niko close, supporting him with both muscle and body heat as they descended. When they reached the bottom, they found Preston cleaning himself up and Starla wiping her mouth and getting to her feet. The two other women were still wrapped up in one another.
“Quite entertaining,” Preston said. “For a vanilla scene, of course.” Cobalt nodded to him once. “Your Pet certainly is talented.” His eyes lingered on Niko’s mouth, and Niko felt his stomach clench very slightly. Cobalt brushed a thumb over Niko’s lips, as though smoothing away something that wasn’t there.
“He is unique,” Cobalt answered. “And I’m afraid rather wrung out from the day. I think I’ll see him back to the hotel for his nighttime tasks.” He looked back to the gathered group. “It was certainly a pleasure to meet you all,” he said, nodding respectfully. “I look forward to hearing from you about our shared interest.” He plucked a card from his pocket and handed it to Preston, who took it with a similar respectful nod.
“Indeed,” he said. “It’s always thrilling to meet likeminded individuals. And I think our relationship will prove very fruitful to you.”
“But the night’s just getting started,” Redwood moaned. He pulled Starla back from her standing position into his lap. “I’ve got lots more use for you, if you’re up for it.”
Starla considered him, and Niko tried to telepathically urge her not to agree. “Sorry, Ambert, love, but I’m working on his dime tonight,” she said, gesturing to Cobalt. Pulling her own card out of nowhere, she slipped it into his shirt pocket. “But feel free to call me another time.”
Getting to her feet, she squeaked a laugh when he reached out and slapped her ass, but the look in her eyes was one Niko recognized. It was the dead-eyed expression she’d had back under Sade’s control. His stomach churned, and his exhaustion coupled with his submissive role just barely stopped him from reaching out and showing Redwood just what pain really felt like.
“Goodnight,” Cobalt said to them, urging Niko and Starla away with a simple gesture. As they passed through the rest of the club and toward the front doors, Niko had the distinct impression they were being watched the whole way. Some unseen eyes were trailing them, and Niko decided that was a positive result for the evening.
They emerged out into the cool night, the lineup to get in still wrapping around the building. And as they waited for the valet to bring the car back around, Niko found himself leaning more and more into Cobalt. Cobalt took the keys from the valet, ushering Niko into the backseat, and Niko realized that every undercover job took a toll. Feeling a kind of soft haze in his chest, Niko wondered if he was really going to be able to bear the toll of this one.
Chapter 24
The drive back was a blur. Niko felt caught in this state of enhanced experience. Almost like being drunk, though he was certain the drink he’d had was magical, not alcoholic. Was that it? Did the drink put him in this position?
A smug voice at the back of his head reminded him that, no, it wasn’t the drink. It was Cobalt. The ache across his ass, the hardness of his cock, and the taste at the back of his throat was all Cobalt. Niko licked his lips, trying to centre himself, to find his control, but every time he thought he found an edge to pull, to unravel the veil hanging over him, he heard Cobalt’s voice calling him names and whispering dirty things in his ear.
He felt the leash pull and realized belatedly he was to get out of the car. They’d arrived at the Lotus, leaving Starla in the lobby. Cobalt paid for her cab home, thanking her for her help. Niko said nothing to her, and though this was in keeping with his undercover character, he didn’t think he could have said two words to her anyway. All he could focus on was Cobalt, the way he pulled the leash and guided Niko to the elevators, and the distant awareness that they were still being watched.
There was an attendant in the elevator, which set Niko on edge. He tried to focus on the young man, a Fae with purple hair and a Red Lotus uniform, but nothing else was making it through to him. Cobalt dimly acknowledged the attendant, giving their floor number, and the ride up was silent.
The heavily filtered air pumped through all the hotel’s main areas made it slightly easier for Niko to breathe, Cobalt’s scent effectively dispersed, but even that didn’t cut through the haze. He was horny and desperate and every one of his senses was on overdrive. The leather collar chafed slightly at his neck as Cobalt tugged him out of the elevator at their floor, leading him toward their room without so much as a glance back at him.
He swiped their access key over the door and pushed Niko in first, closing it behind him. Niko turned to argue, but the moment the door closed he found himself yanked downward by the neck. Falling to his knees, Niko felt the leash jerk back up, knocking his head back. Cobalt stood before him, gazing down on him with a light in his eyes that left Niko breathless.
“You’ve been such a good Pet,” Cobalt said, running a thumb over Niko’s jaw and lower lip. A sudden urge to flick out his tongue and lick Cobalt’s thumb struck Niko, but he denied it. He had to regain control of the situation. “Doing as you were told. Taking the punishment, and putting on a show. Maybe you do deserve a reward.” Cobalt considered, and Niko’s eyes flickered to Cobalt’s cock, already tenting his trousers. The moment of weakness passed unnoticed, though, as Cobalt couldn’t see Niko’s eyes behind the blindfold. He seemed to realize this and pulled it off. “Oh, that’s much better.” Niko caught the barest glimpse of himself in his reflection on the glass wall of the bathroom. Even in the poor image, it was clear his pupils were blown.
Without a word, Cobalt unhooked the leash from Niko’s collar, then undid the collar and tossed them aside. With precision and care, he removed the industrial earring that was recording everything from Niko’s ear and placed it carefully on the table. Then, he stepped back, taking in the si
ght of Niko on his knees, and for some reason, even without the leash holding him in place, Niko stayed kneeling.
“Strip,” Cobalt ordered.
At once Niko was at war inside himself. A part of him—an admittedly large part—sought to obey. But another part of him was defiant, angry, determined. If Cobalt wanted to dominate him, he’d have to earn it now that there were no eyes on them. A tiny tickle at the back of Niko’s mind wasn’t entirely sure that was true, but Niko’s jaw was set, and he remained firmly planted on the ground.
Cobalt raised an eyebrow. Again, without speaking, he undid the buckle of his belt, slipping it free of the loops of his pants. Folding the leather over in his hands, he snapped the band together. The sound struck down to Niko’s spine, and his eyes glittered.
“You might be a glutton for punishment, but I’m in no mood to play,” Cobalt said, his voice vibrating with thinly veiled anger. As the tide of Cobalt’s anger rose and receded, Niko felt his cock twitch.
Licking his lips, Niko felt himself get to his feet slowly, pulling at the fastenings on one arm cuff, then the other, tossing them to the sofa when he was done. His hands moved to the harness, undoing the buckles where he could, his eyes on Cobalt as Cobalt watched him. The harness off, Niko had only the ankle cuffs and the shorts left. Deciding the ankle cuffs should come off first, he made to bend down, but Cobalt stopped him.
“Turn around,” he said, “and do it standing.”
Heat emanated out from his core, his entire body sparking to a blaze, and Niko did as he was told. His back to Cobalt, he bent over, his bare ass on display now, and undid the ankle cuffs. When he was done with those, he straightened gradually, his hands sliding up to hook into the waistband of the tight-fitting shorts. With agonising slowness, Niko pulled down the shorts. Stepping out of them, he kicked them to the side and stood at his full height. His cock, finally freed, bobbed before him, hard and dripping.
“Face me,” Cobalt said, and Niko did. Cobalt studied him without hurry, leaving Niko bare and vulnerable. After a moment, he gestured toward the bedroom with his head. “In there. Now.” Taking care to make his movements smooth and deliberate, refusing to rush to obey, Niko entered the bedroom. He started toward the bed, but Cobalt followed him and said, “Open the drapes.”
A flicker of excitement shot through Niko as he moved to the walls, pulling back the heavy drapes to reveal the full-length windows that made up the outer-perimeter of the bedroom. Lights from outside reflected against the building, blinding Niko and setting the view of the ocean and the night to an opaque black.
Suddenly Cobalt was behind him, his naked body pressing against Niko’s, and Niko inhaled sharply. Hands on Niko’s hips, Cobalt pushed him against the cold glass, his tongue flicking to Niko’s ear. Pulling the lobe between his teeth, Cobalt nibbled at the skin, and Niko tried to swallow his moan. A hand disappeared from his hip and slapped at his ass. The raw skin there stung sharply from the hit, and Niko couldn’t hold back his reaction. He moaned out loud, unable to stop it, and Cobalt hummed his approval.
“Tell me you want my cock,” Cobalt said. “Beg me to fuck you and let you come.” Niko opened his mouth to answer, but before he could, Cobalt added, “No colours this time. You say the words, or you get nothing.”
A shudder assaulted Niko’s body, breaking forth from somewhere deep in his core. He shut his eyes, his jaw tight. But his erection was growing painful, his hunger mounting with every passing moment. Breathing Cobalt in, feeling his body against Niko’s skin—it was all too much to deny. Cobalt’s cock brushed between Niko’s cheeks, and Niko’s resolve crumbled.
“Fuck me,” he said, the last barrier breaking. “Please, fuck me. I want your cock in me. Need it. Fuck me, Cobalt, please.”
His words were strained, possibly garbled, but Cobalt seemed to understand. He wasted no time, pushing the head of his cock into Niko’s already stretched and still slick hole. The anal hook hadn’t quite stretched him enough, though, and the burn that followed as Cobalt sheathed himself into Niko made Niko cry out.
There was a second of stillness when Cobalt was all the way in, his body fitted against Niko’s, his arms pressed over Niko’s against the glass of the window. Cobalt inhaled slow, strained breaths, and Niko shook with every slight movement of Cobalt’s body. As though Cobalt was inside him entirely, beneath his skin and enveloping his soul, Niko felt more vulnerable than he ever had in Sade’s hands. Terrified, Niko forced the thought aside as Cobalt began to move.
And the movement, once it began, was rough and heady and punishing. Cobalt thrust hard and fast into Niko, his hands moving up and down Niko’s body. From palms against his chest, Cobalt’s hands slid down to an iron grip at his waist. The pressure of each fingertip into his hips was intense enough Niko was sure there would be bruises in the morning, and he shuddered with pleasure at the thought.
They rutted together like that, against the window, on full display, for some time, Niko moaning openly and loudly like he never allowed himself to do. But every pump hit him deep, perfect, and Niko felt his orgasm building early on. A rising crescendo of ecstasy speared him, but Cobalt’s lips were on his neck, sucking at the tender flesh there, and he caught Niko. One hand wrapping around Niko’s cock, he squeezed tight at the base, and a strangled sound escaped Niko.
“You don’t come until I let you,” Cobalt said into his neck, and Niko thought he might pass out from the sheer intensity of what he was experiencing.
The pace ramped up after that, though Niko hadn’t thought it possible. Palms thudding hard against the glass with every thrust, Niko spread his legs wider to give himself more stability, but Cobalt reached down and grabbed his thigh, lifting it up and wrapping it around him. The angle of his thrusts changed, and Niko dropped his head against the cool glass briefly, blinded by the sensations. He pulled back as his forehead struck the window with another thrust.
The haze in Niko’s mind had faded, everything around him crystallizing in the clarity of his hunger. He was hyper aware of Cobalt inside him, of Cobalt’s lips on his skin, of his hands on his body, of the window before him, and the thousands of feet below him to the ground, and all Niko wanted in that moment was for Cobalt to tear through him entirely, ruining him with his orgasm.
“Now,” Cobalt growled, his hand wrapping around Niko’s cock again, this time pumping it smoothly in time with the thrusts.
Barely a moment later Niko’s felt his climax hit him like a felled log hits the water. He sank fast and deep, his cock spurting out jets of thick liquid against the window. But he was lost in it, the rush of bubbles under his skin, the oncoming darkness in his mind, the cry tearing out of his throat. Within seconds, Cobalt came too, filling Niko’s ravaged body and spurring on an extended spiral of pleasure.
Head pressed hard to the glass, leaving wet marks behind as he slid down the surface, Niko blinked lazily at nothing. He wanted to fall unconscious, to disappear into sleep, but he was dimly aware he was still standing. Cobalt held him against the window for a few moments, his forehead pressed to the curve of Niko’s neck, still inside Niko. Then, very carefully, he slid out and lifted away. Almost immediately, Niko’s knees gave out, but Cobalt caught him round the middle, gathering him in close again.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered, and he half-carried Niko to the bed. With one hand, Cobalt stripped back the comforter and sheets, laying Niko out on the mattress.
Confused, Niko tried to push himself up, mumbling, “Your bed. I sleep couch.”
Cobalt pushed him back down gently. “You’ll sleep with me,” he said, allowing no room for argument. A scratching at the back of Niko’s mind told him to be annoyed by this, but he couldn’t quite muster it. While he struggled with his feelings, Cobalt went to the bathroom, gathered towels to clean him up, and set about the job. Niko tried to swat him away, to push himself up with vague claims about doing it himself, but again, Cobalt shushed him and set him back down.
Niko simply didn’t understand. He didn’
t understand when Cobalt cleaned him and smoothed over his skin with soft fingers. He didn’t understand when Cobalt pressed gentle kisses to the angriest red marks on his skin from the paddle. He definitely didn’t understand when Cobalt climbed in to bed next to him and gathered him in.
It was warm in his arms, comfortable, safe. And none of those things were thoughts that had ever crossed Niko’s mind about being cuddled before. And there was no other word for it. Cobalt was cuddling him. None of Niko’s previous partners had ever really tried cuddling him. Uri was the only one who may have ever wanted to, but Niko always pulled away immediately after sex. And Sade…well.
“Are you all right?” Cobalt asked, his voice deep with the timbre of sleep. “Did I push too far on anything?”
Niko blinked through the post-coital daze, confused. “I gave you permission to do whatever was needed.”
A silence followed that, and Niko thought the matter done, but then Cobalt said, “You gave me that permission in regards to what happened at the club.”
“Yeah. And?”
A heavy sigh came from Cobalt. “We are no longer at the club, in case it escaped your notice.”
Niko frowned. “It was a general permission for anything required tonight.”
Cobalt ran his fingertips in light tracks up Niko’s stomach. “And fucking you against the window was a requirement for the ruse, was it?”
“If someone is watching us, yes,” Niko breathed, almost motionless in his position in Cobalt’s arms. Cobalt’s fingers flitted up to Niko’s nipples, flicking them lightly in a very distracting way.
“Then why did you call me Cobalt?”
Niko froze. He didn’t remember doing that. He only vaguely remembered begging at all, so lost in the need was he.
“I—that was a mistake,” he said, stilted.
Cobalt sighed again. “I’d hoped it was a choice,” he whispered. Then, turning Niko’s head with his hands, he leaned down and pressed a kiss to Niko’s mouth. It took barely a heartbeat for Niko to respond, lips parting to let Cobalt’s tongue in. Just like at the prison, Niko felt himself dissolve into the embrace, drowning in it and finding water was easier to breathe than air. When Cobalt pulled away, he held their faces close, a hair’s breadth apart. “And was that necessary?” he asked. Niko stared back into Cobalt’s crystal eyes, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. Cobalt shook his head gently. Placing a small kiss to Niko’s forehead, he whispered, “Goodnight, Niko. Happy birthday.”