Chapter 11

He ran a hand along Samuel’s thigh. “I want to fuck you.”

“No.”

The word caught Flynn by surprise, actually made him falter. No one, not even his beloved angel, had ever denied him a request before. Of course, most of them were too caught up in the spell he wove that they weren’t entirely sure what was going on, their bodies ravaged with lust and pleasure. How often he forgot that Samuel was different, so strong willed despite a desire to be dominated by another. Something must have registered on his face because Samuel sat up, kissing him.

“Not yet,” he said, looking into Flynn’s eyes. “You said it yourself, save the best for last.” He dragged Flynn down, chest to chest. “Now are you going to make Santa happy or not?”

They lay there a moment, pressed together. Flynn could feel Samuel’s firmness against his own. He thrust, rubbing his shaft along Samuel’s, quivering. “Always.”