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he’s lost. Which is a win in and of itself.”
Yeah, you would say that.
Was Nikolai mindfucking Dougie this way, too? God, at least Dougie was smart enough—had the background, too— to see what this was and withstand it. Mat was doomed. If he ever got out, he’d be a fucking mental patient. Irreparable. Beyond recognition.
No.
Stronger. Smarter. Tougher.
“Do you truly think I’m trying to . . . to what, Mathias? Con you? What could I possibly have to gain from teaching you to undermine my own authority? Think about it. What do I want here? Right now, in this moment. Why am I here?”
“ To fuck with me?” And yeah, he could take that however he wanted because it’d probably be right.
Nikolai sighed, took a single step back, and let Mat have it with the belt again. Five, six, maybe seven strikes, impossible to tell—just one giant knot of heat and pain and noise. “Try again,” he said when he’d finished. “Do mind the consequences of mocking my efforts.”
What did he fucking want? “I don’t know, okay? I don’t know!”
“You do.” Stern now, like a disappointed father. Mat was halfway to begging him not to hit him again before he caught himself and shoved that bullshit down deep. He hurt so much. He was so fucking tired of hurting.
Nikolai touched gentle fingers to his burning ass again. “What are we doing now?”
“Talking?”
“Yes!” Now the pleased father. “About what?”
Winning. Dougie. Your property. It hit him then, clear as the belt. “The list,” he said, and his relief was so huge he nearly choked on it. “My list. Things to live for.”
“Very good,” Nikolai said. Practically crooned. “So I’m here to understand you, yes? And perhaps to help you understand yourself ? So we might both learn what motivates you?”
“Sure, why not.”
Nikolai hit him again. He supposed he’d seen that coming.
“So how can you give me that without it costing you anything? Or not give me that without me knowing?”
Lie. I can lie. But Jesus, no way could he say that out loud. Nikolai wouldn’t like it . . . would he?
Nikolai stepped into Mat’s field of vision, squatted until they were face to face. “I see the answer in your eyes, Mathias. Don’t be afraid. Carry it with you, and hold it close, and when you’re gone from here, use it when you can.” He stood, patted Mat’s shoulder. “Never with me, of course. I can’t help you if you lie to me. And if I catch you . . .” He shook his head. Tsked.
“Consequences?” Mat said.
“What do you know,” Nikolai said with a grin. “The boy learns.” He circled back to the foot of the bed, out of Mat’s eyesight, skimmed fingertips over the throbbing skin of his ass. “And what if I wanted to fuck you now, Mathias? How would you give me that without losing?”
Shit. Of course. Of course it was going to lead to that. “I guess it’d depend why you wanted to fuck me,” he said. “Hurt me? Humiliate me? Put me in my place?”
“Because I’m sexually frustrated, frankly,” Nikolai replied, cheerfully candid.
Because you can’t fuck my brother? Please please please be for that reason.
“I think it’s safe to say that most of the time, your master will simply wish to see his own desires satisfied. Sometimes he may wish to entertain guests, or his own cruelty. It’s not as if you can ask him, though. You must learn to gauge this on your own. But seeing as I’m enjoying our new honesty with each other, this time you know. So what will you do with that knowledge?”
“Suck you,” Mat said, like some fucking epiphany, and in truth, it kind of was. He risked a tiny movement—turned his head to look toward Nikolai. When this didn’t result in consequences, he grew bolder, dragged himself onto his hands and knees on the mattress and turned around, parted his lips and licked them as seductively as he knew how. “I want to suck you. I want to taste your cock on my tongue. I want to feel you come down my throat. Please, let me.