Jack shifted uncomfortably, covering his genitals up with his hand. Looking away from Declan's deep green eyes. He hated that he found him even slightly attractive. He half wanted him to hit him and give him a real reason to hate him. Declan's hands moved from the edge of the bed to rest on his bare thighs, pushing them slightly wider. Jack's whole body tensed up, but he refused to look at Declan. Declan's lips very lightly trailed up his neck, causing Jack to cringe and shiver. When his lips reached his ear, Declan calmly stated out to him in a tender tone of voice. "In my day, dogs were often passed around several Masters before they became collared. I passed through the hands of six before Melanie collared me. She had a kink for the exotic ones. I never understood what she meant until now". 

One of Declan's hands rose off his thigh to stroke Jack's neck lovingly. Jack clenched his jaw, closing his eyes and trying to resist the way Declan's fingers playfully coaxed him to look at him. When Declan realized Jack wasn't listening, he took ahold of Jack's throat and lowered him back against the mattress. Jack's eyes shot up as Declan shifted his knees up onto the edge of the bed, placing himself directly before him. Jack grabbed Declan's hand with his free hand in instinctual desperation. He didn't know what Declan was going to do, but he couldn't imagine it being good. Declan's hand loosened on his throat, then started to trail down Jack's chest as he reassured him in a soothing voice. "Relax". Jack started to close his legs, but Declan's hands simply pushed them part as he stroked up and down the length of his inner thighs.

Declan's eyes scanned over his body for a long moment, before he stated with a smirk. "Do you know your Irish national anthem, Jack"? Jack raised an eyebrow asking nervously. "Yes... What does that have to do with anything"? Declan took Jack's wrist away from his crotch as he leaned over him, pinning both Jack's wrists above him. Jack struggled beneath him until Declan calmly shushed him and answered seriously. "I'm not going to hurt you, unless you give me reason too". Jack panted shakily, mumbling out. "You don't count rape as hurting me"? Declan rolled his eyes, asking bluntly. "I have no intention of fucking you. That isn't the kind of Master I am. Hells gates... I still got my clothes on. Don't you think if I was going to rape you that I would've taken something off before now"?

Jack calmed down only a little, retorting unsettled now. "I don't understand... What do you want from me"? Declan smirked down at him, lustfully purring out to him. "I want you to start singing your national anthem". Jack was speechless as he shifted his hips more comfortably under Declan. That was a strange request at this moment. Declan chuckled so softly that it made Jack blush. This was the Declan that everyone feared? Declan's grip loosened on Jack's wrists, but still kept him pinned down as he told him innocently. "Humor me. Please"? Jack huffed nervously, mumbling out. "Why? You think I'm not Irish"? Declan shook his head, replying sweetly. "That's not it. Call it an... inherited fetish". Jack's eyes narrowed on Declan as he hesitantly muttered out. "A what? How does that even work"? Declan's smirk turned as wicked as his dark green eyes, when he answered. "Я покажу тебe. Start singing and don't stop until you reach the end".

Jack shook his head still confused, but gave in. Of all the things that he had expected Declan to make him do... Singing a national anthem was nothing. Relaxing and taking a deep breath, Jack closed his eyes and began to sing the Irish national anthem in Gaelic with a soft flowing voice. Declan stayed really quiet, listening to him. It seemed silly, until Declan released one of his wrists and reached down between them. Jack's eyes opened and his heart beat faster in his chest, but he kept his singing flaunt. Declan gave him an innocent smile, then returned his hand to pin Jack's wrist. The action confused Jack. Declan had reached between them... but didn't touch his exposed groin. Declan didn't even appear to touch himself... It made no sense why he had done that. Jack kept singing feeling very weary of Declan's soft smile.

Jack was just starting to think it was all in his head, when his voice cracked as the fucking dragon dildo began to gently vibrate. Jack's toes curled against the mattress and his legs tensed up against Declan's hips. The rubber spikes on the dildo were vibrating his insides in all the right places. It was making his eyes roll back and his voice struggle against the strain to keep going. He was only vaguely aware that his body was trying to arch back as his wrists shook in Declan's hands. Jack had to close his eyes and turn away in order to remain focused on were he was in the song. Declan stayed very still, holding him still and simply listening. Even as Jack's voice quivered, Declan didn't say anything. When the end of the song came, Jack immediately took a breath an belted out a loud moan that he had been trying so hard to suppress during the song. 

Declan released his wrist again to shut off the dildo, while Jack's free hand clutched a handful of the bedsheets. Once it was off, Jack's body melted into a puddle as he panted heavily. Declan then chuckled softly, telling him warmly. "That was just the lowest setting. Trying singing on the high setting and see how far you get". Jack shook his head afraid that Declan would do that next. Instead, Declan told him honestly. "You did really well for your first time. Melanie had me sing the Russian national anthem the same way. I didn't understand why she liked it so much. Now I do. Сексуально слышать ваш голос". Jack huffed breathlessly, rolling his eyes. He hated that Declan kept doing that. He felt like he was doing it on purpose just to get a rise out of him. As Jack turned his eyes back up on Declan, he stopped breathing. He had unknowingly turned his head into Declan's lips. Their lips brushed over each others, allowing Jack to taste the sweet taste of caramel on his lips. 

Declan pulled away shortly after, whispering to him in a collected casual voice. "Now do you feel relaxed enough to continue"? Jack licked his lips very cautiously as he stared up at Declan. He wasn't expecting Declan to act like this and that scared him a little more than thinking he was violent. Declan sat back on his legs, starting to stroke along Jack's spread inner thighs again, giving him a confident look. Jack bit his lower lip, lowering his arms and inching one of them down his stomach. He could see now why Declan was called the Master of Domination. Though Jack thought that calling him a Russian devil would be more accurate. He was acting so sweet... but Jack was waiting for his horns to sprout any minute now. He didn't understand Declan's game. What was he setting him up for?

Jack sighed, curling his fingers around his shaft again. He expected Declan's eyes to lower to watch what his hand was doing... but they didn't. They never left Jack's eyes. Jack swallowed anxiously, before turning his head away. Declan's eyes were too powerful for him to concentrate on what he was doing. The eerie silence was getting to him and he really wished Mark was here. The bedroom door then began to rattle and 'clicked', just seconds before it burst open to slam against the wall. Jack jerked upright, only to have Declan push him back down calmly with a single hand. In the doorway, Trevor growled out to Declan. "What is this I hear about you releasing Greg"! Declan rolled his eyes with a deep sigh, sternly snapping back through clenched teeth. "You WILL watch you mouth, mutt! Or I will muzzle it"! Trevor's shoulders dropped as he clearly remembered who he was talking too.

Declan looked over his shoulder, commanding Trevor in a dark voice. "Shut the fucking door". Trevor obediently closed the door gently. The second it was shut, Declan told Trevor casually. "Greg was ready to leave. He finished his training. I can't say the same for you". Jack's heart was thundering around in his chest. Of all the people he didn't want to see right now; it was Trevor. Trevor's eyes fell on the bed, clearly seeing him for the first time. A growl left Trevor, but it was quickly silenced when Declan snapped his fingers. Trevor immediately lowered his eyes to the floor as Declan commanded him bluntly. "One more fucking sound from you, Trevor, and I'll give you a reason to make them! Now sit your ass down"! Trevor dropped into his waiting position and Declan sighed heavily in frustration. Jack laid there very still. That was the Declan he was afraid of.

Declan's hand suddenly began to caress Jack's chest, making him flinch a little. He was sure that Declan could feel his heart pounding wildly. When Declan turned his eyes back on Jack, they were back to being... softer? His voice was definitely calmer as he told him. "Ignore him. Он не будет вмешиваться". Jack's eyes drifted to Trevor, who was staring back at him with a heated expression. Declan leaned over Jack again, drawing Jack's attention back up to Declan. Declan touched Jack's jaw tenderly, whispering to him sweetly. "Не позволяйте ему разрушать наше хорошее время". Jack took a short shaky breath. Declan was a smooth talking devil... and if he had to choose the lesser of two evils... He'd rather chose the one that kept Trevor under control. To Be Continued... 

Translations in order :  "Я покажу тебe" (Russian) = I will show you.  "Сексуально слышать ваш голос" (Russian) = Sexy to hear your voice.  "Он не будет вмешиваться" (Russian) = He will not interfere.  "Не позволяйте ему разрушать наше хорошее время" (Russian) = Do not let him destroy our good time.