Chapter 9 Tears #2
My head spinning, I forced my legs to move and left him in the bathroom.
I closed the door and leaned on it with my forehead.
With my eyes closed, I inhaled and exhaled a few times, trying to anchor myself in reality.
It’d been only one day. Worry and protectiveness warred with desire and my need to control him.
The mess of emotions was making me dizzy.
I wanted to wrap him up in blankets and hide him away so nothing and no one could ever hurt him, while a part of me craved to tie him up and hurt him myself—in all the best ways my kinky little mate craved.
But trying to read Leo was giving me a headache. One moment, he was clearly afraid of me, and the next second, he was asking me to spank him with blatant lust in his eyes, his slender cock so hard it curved upward.
I pushed off the door and undressed. To hell with it. He wanted a spanking, he’d get a spanking. Sooner or later, the bonding would progress enough for him to stop fearing me so damn much.
When he appeared in the door to the bathroom a few minutes later, hair damp from the shower, I sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned him to me.
He came to stand between my knees, offering me his chest. His moans resonated in the quiet bedroom, and he combed his fingers through my beard and hair as I pulled on his nipples, emptying first one then the other enlarged pec.
His nipples were big, looking used, and when I grazed them with my teeth, Leo shuddered.
I flicked the piercing at the tip of his hard cock, and he gasped.
Unable to resist, I bent lower and sucked his erection into my mouth.
I teased around the jewel with my tongue, making him groan.
When I brushed my palms over his ass cheeks, he whined.
“Please, Davidson.”
“Bend over here.”
I moved him by his hips until he stood with his hands braced on the high mattress. The position would be more difficult for him to hold, but something told me he didn’t mind a challenge.
“Spread your legs and stay still.”
He didn’t move a muscle when I walked around him, appraising him. His crease glistened with slick already.
The first smack of my palm on his ass cheek made him yelp. He grunted with the second. When I gave him a quick succession of hits on both cheeks, he groaned from deep in his belly. One especially hard spank sent him forward, but he immediately corrected his stand.
“Good boy.”
Fifteen more. One, two, three, four…
“Such a nice obedient boy.”
Five, six…
“Will you kiss my hand after I’m done spanking you?”
Seven, eight, nine, ten…
“Uh-huh. Yes.”
Eleven, twelve…
“Aaah! Yes, Master.”
I held back, going for maximum sensation and minimum pain, and Leo sounded ecstatic.
When his ass bloomed with red, I watched him for a while longer.
The tremors in his muscles, the wet smears between his ass cheeks, the marks on his pale skin, and the flush of arousal that reached to his shoulders and down his back…
Beautiful.
I checked his expression, and he looked serene. I’d had a clear image of Leo’s kinks and desires the evening I met him, but I’d underestimated just how much surrender calmed him.
“Kneel on the floor, facing me.”
He moved slowly, sluggishly, all of him relaxed. When he knelt, he let out a small sigh.
I offered him my right hand, my stinging palm up, and Leo cradled it in both of his. He covered my palm with kisses, his tongue peeking out. So eager to please.
“Look at me.”
He raised his eyes, mouth parted.
“Earlier today you asked if you could suck me. Do you still want it?”
“Please, Master,” he breathed. “Let me suck your cock.”
Master. That word. Like a small miracle on my mate’s lips.
I stepped closer and tapped his lips with my cockhead.
The novelty that I could now have a man do this for me, and not any man, my mate, wouldn’t wear off anytime soon.
Leo’s pupils flared with arousal. When I gripped his jaw, opening his mouth forcefully, he moaned.
His eyelids drooped, and his tongue flicked out.
“I want you to eat my cum.”
He couldn’t reply with how I held his mouth open, but he blinked and grunted in assent.
“You look hungry for it.”
He blinked again.
“Suck, darling. Do your best, and I’ll reward you.”
His arms hanging by his sides, Leo mouthed my cockhead. His eyes rolled into his head, and he sucked, humming.
Holding his head between my hands, I tried fucking his mouth.
He strained to meet me, sucking hungrily, so I thrust just a little deeper.
With his lips stretched obscenely, saliva dripping down his chin, he looked utterly debauched.
Cupping his nape, I held his head at a better angle and thrust in past the ridges.
Leo took it, making noises of approval. The longer I fucked his mouth, the deeper I could go, and he seemed to lose himself in the act.
He looked drugged, gazing at me with half-lidded eyes, his irises only thin bands around his pupils.
“You like my dick in your mouth, hm?”
Leo tightened his lips, his tongue working vigorously. He gagged when I thrust harder but moaned on the retreat.
I recalled all the things he’d told me at the club. “Call me names. I want to feel like a thing.” I tightened my fist in his hair.
“My beautiful fuckhole.”
Another moan. He shuddered, chasing after my cock when I retreated. I rewarded him with another deep thrust, and he gagged again.
“Good little cocksucker. That’s it. Such a pretty hole for my dick.”
Suddenly, he surged forward and stiffened, his throat squeezing my cock. He convulsed, clearly unable to breathe. I stared, open-mouthed, at how he stained my feet with his release as he came untouched.
Incredible.
Seeing him come just from the throat-fucking, I felt pleasure burst from somewhere around my knot. I pulled back so I wouldn’t drown him, and he sucked greedily while my pulsating cock spurted cum onto his tongue. He twitched as if he were still coming.
“You can use your hands, darling,” I murmured, dazed from my climax.
Leo hummed, caressing my thighs, and licked and kissed my cock. I let him clean it and play with it until he rested his face at the base with his eyes closed and inhaled deeply.
“Thank you so much,” he whispered.
He looked relaxed but tired. I craved to fuck him again.
I could bend him over the bed and shove my dick so deep he’d sob from pleasure and pain.
Seeing him so drained, I couldn’t do it.
When he’d smelled of fresh slick, all my instincts had urged me to make my mate come.
But now when he was satisfied, a fuck would only be for me.
And that was how I used to fuck all those escorts—for my pleasure first.
The thought of treating Leo the same way cooled down my libido more effectively than an ice bath.
I lifted him off the floor, holding him under his arms, and deposited him onto the bed.
“Wait here.”
In the bathroom, I rinsed his seed from the hair on my shins and filled two glasses with water.
When I came back to the bedroom, Leo watched me with sleepy eyes.
“Are you sated, darling?”
He nodded, gaze pinned on me. He looked apprehensive, but not outright afraid.
I gathered him into my arms and kissed the top of his head.
“Will you be able to fall asleep?”
“I think so.”
“Good. Are you warm enough?”
“I’m perfectly comfortable, Davidson.” There was a slight edge to his voice. Not quite annoyance, but a little bit of frustration. “Thank you,” he said again, gentler.
The small wobble in his tone cemented my belief that he was holding back, trying to behave in a certain way because he thought I expected it. Should I push it? Demand he be open with me? Or should I give it time?
Patience. All mated couples faced such challenges. I only needed to be patient.
Something woke me up, not a sound or a movement, but more like a sense of wrongness. It took me a while to open my eyes. When I did, I frowned with apprehension.
“Leo?”
He sat with his back to me, silent. His silhouette looked almost creepy in its stillness.
“What’s going on?”
No reply.
I sat up and shuffled over to him. He averted his face, but I wasn’t having it. When I cupped his jaw to turn his head, he shivered. Finally, I got him to meet my gaze. His cheeks were wet.
For the love of the universe, this was torture!
“Oh darling. What is it?”
He shook his head, squeezing his eyes shut.
“Darling, please, tell me.”
I hugged him to me, and he went willingly, laying his head on my shoulder.
“I’m just overwhelmed, I think.” His words were muffled against my skin, barely audible.
“I keep hurting you, don’t I?”
“You do not.”
“Why were you sitting in the dark, crying?”
No response.
“Why Leo?”
“I…tried to get up.”
Shit.
“Did you try to leave again?”
Silence.
“Leo, did you try to leave?” My voice came out sharper than intended. What if he’d succeeded? What if they took him from me?
“I want to stay. I want to be good, I swear. But a part of me…wanted to know if I could do it. Sorry. I’m so sorry. I can’t move anyway. Whenever I think about leaving, I can’t move.” He sounded so anguished. “What’s the point, Davidson? Why does a stupid slut like me have free will at all?”
His words were a gut punch. Literally. My stomach clenched, and for a few seconds, I couldn’t breathe, let alone say something.
“I don’t want to think. Make my brain shut up, please, Davidson.”
I opened my mouth and closed it. Then opened it again… Out of the two of us, he obviously wasn’t the stupid one.
“I disobeyed you,” he cried. “Will you punish me?”
That I could do. Was it what he needed?
But I squeezed him to me, a surge of protectiveness locking my muscles in place. “No.”
“Punish me, please,” he said with a sob.
All the demons in hell, I had no idea what I was doing. He begged me, but both my heart and reason screamed no.
“Master, I need you to punish me.” He was gasping the words out.
“No, darling. Not like this.”