"No," he grunted, pushing Pete back against the bed. No, he wanted submission right now on his terms. As soon as Pete was back against the bed, Vegas' deft fingers darted over buttons and fastens. Before discarding his pants, he pulled his belt off with purpose.

They didn't keep much here for kink. That's what the loft was for. But they weren't at the loft and Vegas craved what he craved.

"Turn around."