Cassian wasn't a man who waited. But tonight, he watched.
Riven lounged on a velvet chaise in Cassian's private room at Club Lux, lit only by crimson lamps and flickering candles. The collar Cassian had given him—a deep red leather with a single silver ring—rested snug against his throat.
"Put on a show," Cassian said from the armchair, legs crossed, bourbon in hand.
Riven arched an eyebrow. "You really think I'll dance for you like a pet?"
Cassian smirked. "No, Riven. I think you want to."
Challenge accepted.
Riven stood slowly, peeled off his jacket, then the sheer black shirt beneath. His lean body glistened under the soft lights. He moved with liquid grace, hips swaying to a rhythm only he could hear. Every step closer made Cassian's pupils dilate.
He slid one hand over his chest, down to the waistband of his pants, teasing the edge before spinning and pressing his ass against the mirrored wall. His fingers traced the inside of his thigh—so close, but never touching.
"Enjoying yourself?" he purred.
Cassian growled. "On your knees."
Riven dropped, smug and slow, between Cassian's legs. He undid Cassian's belt with his teeth.
Cassian's hand tangled in his hair. "You know what to do."
Riven did. He took him deep, no hesitation. His mouth was hot, wet, relentless. Cassian's groans echoed in the room.
"You look filthy with my cock down your throat," he hissed.
Riven sucked harder, bobbing, swirling his tongue.
Cassian pulled back just before release. "Not yet. I want to play."
He dragged Riven to the bed and shoved him face down. "Hands behind your back."
Leather cuffs snapped around his wrists.
Cassian blindfolded him next.
"You're not in control anymore," he whispered into Riven's ear.
Then came the toys—cold lube, a thick plug, buzzing vibrations. Riven gasped, helpless to stop the moans. Cassian watched him writhe, tied and blind, legs spread wide.
"Touch yourself," Cassian ordered.
"I can't," Riven panted.
"Exactly."
Cassian teased him for what felt like hours—tongue, toys, fingertips brushing over his leaking cock. Riven begged.
"Please… please let me come."
Cassian leaned in. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"
He thrust in, slow and merciless. Riven cried out—every sense heightened by the blindfold and restraint. The bed rocked. Their skin slapped in rhythm.
"Say it again," Cassian growled.
"Please—fuck—please!"
Cassian slammed deeper, harder. Riven's whole body shook as orgasm overtook him, blinding and savage.
Cassian followed with a groan, collapsing on top of him, spent and satisfied.
He undid the cuffs, peeled off the blindfold, kissed the sweat from Riven's jaw.
"I could destroy you," he whispered.
Riven smirked, breathless. "Try me."
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