Chapter 26
AARON
By the time he arrived at the club, Aaron had been on the verge of an orgasm for almost an hour. Every nerve ending tingled, a feverish heat blooming beneath his skin in restless waves, and he ached for the relief of Jay’s touch.
Thankfully, Jay was already on the couch, his sharp suit giving him an air of irresistible confidence. His face lit up as soon as their eyes met, and he smirked at Aaron’s slow approach.
“I wanted to have a chat, which is why I haven’t put these on yet.” Aaron dangled the cuffs from his hand, where he’d been clutching them like a lifeline. “But I can’t really think right now. So. Chat later?”
Jay licked his lips, fire dancing in his gaze. “I guess I don’t have to ask if you’re wearing everything. Go ahead and pop them on. I’ll take care of you, and we’ll make time to talk later. I promise.”
“Fuck, you put them on.” Aaron thrust the cuffs at Jay. “I’m scared of unnecessary movements. I feel like I could come just from the act of breathing.”
“Oh, I’m going to have so much fun tonight.” Jay wrapped the soft leather around Aaron’s wrist, and his voice lowered. “Ready?”
“Green. Fuck. The greenest green. Please put me out of my misery.”
Jay moved closer, the intoxicating scent of cinnamon and cloves shattering the remnants of Aaron’s self-control.
He leaned in, moaning at the touch of Jay’s hand as it ghosted across the outline of his cock.
Jay added more pressure, using his nails to scrape at the latex, and Aaron clutched onto his shoulder, knuckles turning white with the exertion of holding off his orgasm.
With a wicked smile, Jay took Aaron’s hand and led him away. As they approached the staircase, Aaron already knew their destination.
The viewing rooms.
Jay was going to edge and torture Aaron in front of anyone interested in watching. The thought made him clench around the plug, ripping another groan from his throat.
They entered one of the rooms, and Jay closed the door behind them. Anyone could watch, but no one was allowed to join in.
Aaron stood perfectly still, the cool air raising goosebumps on his arms as he waited for Jay’s instructions. The earlier desperation ebbed, replaced by calm. Nothing compared to the thrill of surrendering, the satisfaction of offering himself and being accepted.
Jay guided him to the St. Andrew’s cross attached to the wall.
“I know you have your cuffs, but I’m gonna use the built-in restraints for comfort,” Jay murmured as he positioned Aaron with his back against the wall, arms and legs spread wide.
Aaron briefly wondered whether he looked as desperate as he felt, but he found he didn’t really care.
A soft, airy haze wrapped around him in gossamer strands, blurring his thoughts.
“I noticed last time how sensitive your nipples were. You were going wild from a single touch.” Jay undid the belt going across Aaron’s pecs. “Let’s see how much you can take.”
Aaron didn’t have a chance to wonder what was coming before Jay pinched his nipples, increasing the pressure while Aaron writhed from the sharp sensation.
“I can’t wait to see you squirm. You’re not the begging type, but I have a feeling that’ll change tonight.”
Aaron didn’t doubt him for a moment, already on the verge of pleading. He was glad his arms and legs were bound to the cross, because he wouldn’t know what to do with his body otherwise. The simplest sensations quickly became overwhelming as Jay alternated using his fingers, lips, and teeth.
“Look at it. So red. So sensitive. It wouldn’t take much to make it hurt.”
Jay rubbed the engorged nub with the pad of his thumb before flicking it hard. Aaron howled and fought against his restraints, pleasure and pain colliding with each other. He didn’t know what he wanted—to get away or cry out for more.
“Mmm, poor baby. Did that hurt? Let me make it better.” Jay sucked the throbbing nipple between his lips and tongued it gently. Aaron stilled, conserving his energy for the torment he knew would come next.
Jay reached into his suit pocket and produced a clamp, attaching it right at the center of the pulsating pain. He lifted his eyes up to Aaron’s face and winked with a sly smirk before latching his mouth onto the other side. He nibbled softly before increasing the pressure with his teeth.
Pleasure zinged through Aaron’s body—small electric jolts originating in his chest, ricocheting around, and echoing through the plug that mercilessly pressed against his prostate.
Aaron struggled fruitlessly, using every bit of his energy.
He didn’t want to escape the ecstasy of this torture, but his body was overstimulated and moving on its own.
His body belonged to Jay.
“I love the way you writhe on that cross. Drowning in pleasure, unable to control yourself. And we’re just getting started.”
Jay attached the second clamp and trailed a finger down Aaron’s chest and stomach, down the obscene bulge threatening to tear through Aaron’s shorts, pausing at the tip of his aching cock.
Aaron didn’t know which sensation to focus on, wasn’t sure he still had the ability to focus on anything.
His nipples were on fire, his asshole stretched around a hard, unyielding object, his arms and legs completely immobile.
Every nerve cell was concentrated around Jay’s firm touch as he forced more desperate moans to fall from Aaron’s lips.
Suddenly, Jay let go and stepped back. Aaron needed him to return, needed those hands touching him, teasing him. He let out a whimper, and Jay chuckled.
“Don’t start begging yet. We have a long way to go.
” He crossed the room in slow, deliberate strides, stopping in front of a bag sitting on a table.
Aaron hadn’t paid attention to anything when they walked in, but as he watched Jay reach in and pull out a flogger, then looked around to see the wide selection on the wall, it hit him—Jay had brought his own.
“A lot of people think nipple clamps are simple,” Jay said conversationally as he sauntered back over.
“Put them on, feel the pinch, get off on it, done.” He released the clamps and stuck them in his pocket.
“But the real fun comes after you take them off. All that blood rushing back. You’ll never be more sensitive than right after they come off. ”
To demonstrate his point, Jay rolled one of the throbbing red nipples between his fingers, and Aaron almost bucked himself off the wall from the intensity. Gulping in air, he trembled, his mind reeling as he looked between Jay’s satisfied smile and the flogger in his hand.
He knew what was coming. A part of him wanted to thrash against the restraints and scream, while the rest of him was desperate to submit.
Most of all, he wanted to let Jay take him apart and put him back together.
There was a quick flash of uncertainty in Jay’s eyes, a barely-there crack in his confident armor. Aaron wanted to reassure him while he could still speak, letting out a low moan. “Yes, Jay. Destroy me.”
The first impact was surprisingly painless. The tails landed on his pec, caressing the skin and leaving pink prints behind. Pain came after the third lash, a searing sting that brought tears to Aaron’s eyes.
Jay worked methodically, alternating between the two sides and concentrating on the tender areas. Aaron jolted every time a tail landed on his nipples, the skin raw from abuse. He didn’t realize he was crying until Jay got to ten and paused.
“Had enough?” Jay quirked an eyebrow at him, looking calm and collected, as if he wasn’t affected by the scene one bit.
“No,” Aaron gritted out in a strangled whisper, a shiver rocking his body.
“You’re the most beautiful pain slut I’ve ever seen.” Jay moved closer, their bodies almost touching. “Your chest is a beautiful shade of red. I want to see that color all over your body.”
Aaron tensed with anticipation, his stomach somersaulting like he was about to jump off the edge of a cliff as Jay undid his restraints and led him to a yoga mat in the center of the room.
“I considered cuffing you to a bench, but I think I’d rather have you present yourself to me.
Get on your hands and knees.” Jay arranged Aaron on the mat, his harsh words in stark contrast to his gentle touch.
He massaged along Aaron’s arms to ensure proper circulation, and that little detail warmed Aaron through the fog as he settled into the demeaning position.
It didn’t escape his attention that his ass was pointed straight at the windows of the room. Anyone interested in the show would see him bent over, on display, begging and pleading for release. The thought made his cock twitch in shame.
“Just like that, my sweet little thing. You’re gonna stay still and take every lash like a good boy, aren’t you?”
Aaron moaned his assent and curved his back.
“One more thing…” Jay peeled the tight latex down Aaron’s thighs, freeing his cock and letting it fill with blood that had been trying to rush into it for hours. Aaron swayed in place, and Jay steadied him with a hand on his hip.
Aaron’s legs were now constricted by the shorts around his thighs. Without being able to spread his legs, he couldn’t maintain his balance without lowering himself to his elbows, creating an even sharper angle.
Jay’s touch traced the curve of his spine, dipping into the crease and tapping the base of the plug. Aaron no longer had the energy to react. All he could do was make desperate sounds and clench around the silicone.
“Oh, sweetheart, what a beautiful sight you are.” Jay slid his hand over the smooth skin of Aaron’s cheeks and gave him a soft slap. “Remember, I’m not going to stop until you beg.”
Unlike the fast-paced attack he delivered to Aaron’s chest, Jay took his time with Aaron’s ass. After landing six sharp stings, he paused to play with the plug, teasing it in and out in shallow thrusts. When Aaron’s whimpers reached a new peak, Jay went back to the flogger.
Aaron was losing track of reality. His world narrowed to the flames dancing across his skin and the forceful pleasure building up deep inside.
His arms trembled under him, threatening to give out.
His cock throbbed and leaked. His nipples pulsed with each heartbeat.
Every crack of the tails forced a sob of pain out of his chest, until he was making a constant stream of pleading sounds, babbling nonsense, too far gone for words.
There was a pause, a momentary reprieve, and then Jay’s hands were on him, kneading roughly.
Aaron gasped and jolted forward, trying to escape the exquisite torture, but Jay used the momentum to flip him on his back.
Through the tears filling his eyes, Aaron caught a blurry smirk, and then Jay stood up and stepped one foot over Aaron’s body, pressing his ankles against Aaron’s thighs to cage him in.
With a feral look on his face, he unbuckled his belt and dragged his zipper down, never taking his eyes off Aaron.
Aaron lay at Jay’s feet, exposed and helpless, as Jay towered over him and stroked his impressive length in a primal display of dominance. A hunter looming over his subdued prey. Smug. Cocky. In control.
This was it, the feeling Aaron had been chasing his entire life—the shame of being reduced to a whimpering mess on the floor, the safety of letting go and trusting someone to catch him.
He straddled the edge of oblivion and bliss, hard as a rock, unable to look away, his pleasure building as the seconds passed.
Jay shuddered as his orgasm hit, pearly ropes of come raining down on Aaron’s face and chest, dripping into his open mouth. Delicious humiliation burned his cheeks as his tongue darted out to lick the sticky warmth off his lips.
When he was done, Jay calmly put himself away and lowered to one knee, the fire in his eyes betraying his bored facade.
“Please,” Aaron whispered in a shaky voice.
Jay flashed a mischievous grin and trailed his hand through his release on Aaron’s chest, rubbing it in as if it were a salve. Sharp pain rained daggers everywhere he touched, twisting with the heated coil of desire in Aaron’s stomach. He was close. So close.
“Fuck,” Jay growled as he spread his come around Aaron’s pecs and neck, moving up to the face. “Not gonna let you wash it off. I want you covered in me.”
“Always,” Aaron whispered and tried to buck his hips, failing to even raise them off the ground. “Please. Make me come.”
Jay slid down between Aaron’s legs. Aaron tried to watch, but the muscles in his neck wouldn’t cooperate, so he stayed flat on his back. The lights on the ceiling shimmered and twinkled as tears streamed down his cheeks.
The plug moved, its pressure suddenly increasing. It took his foggy mind a few seconds to register Jay pushing his finger in next to the plug, stretching his rim to what felt like the limit.
“Greedy, slutty hole, sucking me in, demanding to be stuffed.”
Aaron shook his head and whined as Jay added a second finger and the stretch became unbearable.
“Fuck. No. No more. Please.” He thrashed, clamping his muscles down on the plug and Jay’s fingers.
“Unless I hear a red in there, I think I’m going to keep going. I’m having fun.” Jay punctuated his point by pulling all the way out and driving into Aaron’s hole with a force that left him sobbing.
“Please. Fuck, please.” Aaron was too drained to keep begging, and the onslaught would only keep coming, keep ramming into him, keep building the pressure until he broke.
“Mmm, you look so good for me. Your pretty face covered in tears, your skin so perfectly red. Your pathetic, desperate moans are getting me hard again.” Jay scissored his fingers, pushing Aaron past his limit.
After what felt like an eternity, Jay finally—finally—wrapped his other hand around Aaron’s dick and stroked.
Aaron’s vision went white. He may have cried or screamed, struggled or stayed still. The moment was lost as his body and mind were consumed by the singular overwhelming sensation that exploded across him, the inferno starting in his stomach and traveling through every nerve ending in his body.
He floated on air, broken apart by ecstasy, his atoms circling around a singular awareness that slowly crept back into existence.
Somewhere far away, deep inside, impossible to concentrate on, he could sense a kernel of warmth and comfort.
He wanted to reach it, to touch it, to make it his. To feel this way forever.
When he came to, Jay was hovering above, cupping his cheek tenderly. Jay’s warm, brown eyes pierced straight through to the depths of Aaron’s soul.
“Shit. That was incredible,” Aaron muttered before letting his eyes shut.