"That all depends on how you say no," Rhys said, and there was nothing but utter confidence in his voice. He was sure he was going to get his way. "If you climb off, put your clothes back on, and walk out the door, I won't stop you. I'm not a rapist."

Some might argue that point, but they weren't here, and the older man squeezed Cy's cock again, slow and even. "But I'm going to do you the favor of assuming whatever refusals come out of your mouth aren't things you really mean. It gives you that little out, doesn't it? 'I said no ... what else was I supposed to do?' But you still get to come harder than you ever have before."