Chapter 19 #2
Ray moaned. Fucking hot, hearing that from Zavier’s mouth. A fleeting thought ran through his head. This is a little more than benefits. He quashed that. Later. Maybe he’d bring it up later.
Zavier fell silent as he worked. The bed frame creaked. “There,” he said. “Ties to bind.” Fingers brushed Ray’s hair. “Sit up. Slowly.”
He did, and blinked. Everything was brighter. Heady. “How do you do that? Make me feel so—” He shook his head.
“Out of it? I don’t, exactly. That’s you reacting to me. Look up subspace sometime.” Zavier held a pair of cuffs in his hand. “Your wrists, Ray.”
He offered them over and groaned when Zavier buckled the cuffs on tight. “Shit. I—fuck, this is hot.”
A chuckle. “Wait until I have you spread-eagle on the bed.”
That didn’t take too long. Zavier had him stand, then lie down on the comforter—and the next thing Ray knew, his arms were tied down, one to each corner.
The cuffs weren’t too tight, and while his arms were extended and there wasn’t much room to move, there was some. He rocked his cock into the bed.
Zavier swatted his ass. “I didn’t say you could get yourself off.”
“This whole thing is getting me off.”
Another blow to his behind. It stung, but there wasn’t enough force to even call it punishment. “If you come, I’m still gonna fuck you.”
Yeah, Ray figured. “Might get me off twice.”
A grunt. “Some night, when we have time, I’ll see just how many times I can.”
That would be fun and torture all rolled into one. “Okay.”
Zavier cuffed Ray’s ankle, then tied it down. “You really are magnificent.”
Embarrassment crept up Ray’s spine. “Just horny. That’s all.”
“No, that’s not all.” Zavier kissed his ass, then cuffed and tied the other leg.
He had no idea what Zavier meant, and the impulse to ask fled as soon as Zavier caressed his back and sides. He wiggled, but nope. He really was tied down to the bed. A spike of panic, followed by delight ran up to his head and pinpricks rose on his arms.
“Mmm.” Zavier patted his ass. “I could drink you down when you move like that.”
“This is intense.”
Soft leather trailed against Ray’s right arm. He turned his head and watched the end of the flogger slide over his skin. Zavier smiled at him. “It’s only going to get more so.”
God. He shivered at the words, at the leather slipping over his heated skin. Zavier moved out of his line of sight. “I’ll start slow.”
That was all the warning Ray had before those leather strips fell on his ass.
He jumped, even though it didn’t hurt. Not one bit. Just a thud of softness on one cheek. Then repeated on the other. He pulled at his bindings and settled into the mattress. No way it would stay that painless.
It didn’t. Each blow came harder and a little faster and warmth radiated up from his ass—then pain. Sharp stings as the leather hit the same spots over and over and over.
“Fuck.” His whole body tensed.
“Let go, Ray.”
He couldn’t. Not right away. It wasn’t until the pain made him cry out that he hit that amazing spot where the heat and the sharpness slid into pleasure and light.
“There you go.” Pure joy in Zavier’s voice. “Dance for me, Ray.”
The blows became harder, and Ray moaned and swayed as much as he could with the rhythm Zavier had laid down. Each time, agony blended to heat into warmth that radiated up his bones and made him fly. He didn’t know where he started or ended, only that he was.
When Zavier stopped, Ray groaned—and fell a little out of that high. But Zavier’s hands were on him, smoothing, calming, and inflaming. God. He’d never really thought about liking pain before, and he wondered if it was that or Zav or the surrender.
“Want to feel the difference between that and a spanking?”
Yes. No. Shit. “Yellow.”
Zavier trailed fingers over Ray’s burning ass. “That’s fine. It’s a lot to take in at once, I know. Being bound. Being flogged. I’m grateful that you’ve allowed me this much.”
Tears leaked out of Ray’s eyes. He wasn’t crying. Not really. It was relief and joy and fear and...love. He was in love with Zavier—with his patience and his voice and his kindness. With the kink and the admiration. His snarky replies to Carl. Everything.
Fuck. He wasn’t supposed to fall in love.
“Shh. We can stop. I’ll untie you.”
“No,” he rasped. “I—give me a minute. I’m okay. It’s just overwhelming.” And it was. The pain and the ecstasy. The way he loved being held down. Zavier’s ministration. “You can spank me.” He wanted to give Zavier that—whatever it was that he got out of this—Ray wanted him to have all of it.
Zavier took a breath and blew it over the heated skin of Ray’s ass.
Ray squirmed. The coolness hurt and soothed and made him want to fuck the bedspread until he spent himself. He was already hovering in that perfect buzz of pleasure.
“Four blows, then. And I want you to count them.” There was an edge to Zavier’s voice. Not anger, but something hard and hot. Lust?
“Okay.”
The first took his breath away, and he barely got “one” out before the second landed. Oh fuck, they burned. More than the flogging, More than before. Needles up his back. The third put tears back into his eyes and the fourth had him screaming the number out.
In the silence that followed, Zavier appeared in his vision. He’d stripped off his shirt somewhere along the line and his ink-covered chest was ruddy with exertion.
Zavier brushed some tears from Ray’s face. “Thank you for letting me do that.” More than lust in his voice, but Ray couldn’t say what. “Thank you for trusting me—though I don’t think you enjoyed it. Not like the flogging.”
Ray closed his eyes. “I—maybe. I don’t know. It hurt, but now...’s not too bad.” It wasn’t. With the sharpness and immediacy gone, the ache that spread out was delightful and calming. He relaxed into the bed. “Feels like you should fuck me.”
A finger brushed his lips. “I will. But I want to plug you first. Stretch you. Watch you. Can I do that?”
Warmth in Zavier’s voice. Ray flicked his eyes open, his cock suddenly very eager about all those things. “Yeah. Green, Zav.”
His heart melted when Zavier smiled. He wanted to see that expression every day. That joy.
He closed his eyes again. The bed dipped slightly, and this time it was Zavier’s lips that brushed his. He opened and gave himself over to Zavier’s kiss, those fingers in his hair. When Zavier pulled back, he kissed Ray’s cheek. “Promise I’ll make it good for you.”
Understatement of the year, mostly because Zavier started by rimming him again, to the same effect as before—Ray went out of his mind.
Might as well have scooped out his brains because he couldn’t think beyond what Zavier’s mouth and fingers were doing to open him and pleasure him.
He thrust against the mattress, too aware of how close he was.
Every limb tingled, and doubly so because they were bound down and stretched and he was entirely Zavier’s.
Lube followed, then the cool, hard tip of the plug. He thrust back on it, taking it, even as it burned and stretched his ass. When he’d seen it on the bed, the plug hadn’t looked any larger in girth than Zavier’s dick. In practice, though, it was larger—harder—and oh god, did it feel good.
And yeah, after it was seated he squirmed and squirmed and thrust and moved. Couldn’t help it. Every shift rubbed the damn thing against his prostate, and pleasure exploded in his body. He was going to come like this, bound and flogged and plugged.
He pushed his cock against the roughness of the comforter and panted. “Fuck, Zav...”
“Oh, Ray.” Zavier’s words were a sigh and a caress all rolled into one. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Ray moaned and searched for him, but wherever Zavier was, it was out of his line of sight. Turning this way or that only stretched his arms and legs and shifted the plug more. Lightning shot up his veins, and he shuddered.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” A rustle of clothing, then a sound he knew very well—Zavier was jacking off. “On edge without me even touching you.”
The thought of Zavier watching him, of masturbating to his bound form, only made Ray thrust harder against the bed.
“Yeah, that’s it, Ray. Show me how much you enjoy being tied down, being plugged for me. I want to hear it. See it.”
He moaned and squirmed and gasped. So close. “Zav. Fuck, Zav. I don’t know what to do.”
A chuckle. “Fuck yourself, Ray. Nice and hard. Pound that bed until you come all over it.”
Fuck. Ray pulled at the binding, let go, and did exactly what Zavier said.
It hurt a little—the fabric was rough and not slick, but the friction was incredible.
Thrusting as Zavier had ordered drove the plug against his sweet spot over and over until the bursts of lights in his vision turned too bright.
He groaned out as his orgasm overtook his body.
“Fuck, yeah, Ray. Keep going.” Gravel in Zavier’s words. The bed dipped.
Ray shuddered and twisted because the plug wouldn’t stop shifting, wouldn’t stop driving him high even when his balls emptied. Too much, not enough.
Then Zavier’s hand was on his back, stilling him. “I’m taking it out,” he whispered.
The loss was both relief and agony. Ray missed being full. “Don’t—no. Need...”
“Mmm. I’m not finished with you yet.” Pressure against his ass again—then Zavier’s dick was sliding in, replacing the plug.
Lights and sparks and heat. Wasn’t going to come again, and everything ached as Zavier thrust in and out, but he was there inside him, on him. Weighing him down. Zavier felt like nothing else in the world. “Fuck—yes.”
A sigh, and maybe it was the yes that did it, because Zavier was ramming into him. As if their bodies needed to be one, as if this was the last thing they’d ever do together. Felt so fucking good, Ray couldn’t help the moans or the shouts or babbling Zav’s name over and over.
Somehow Zavier found that spot on his shoulder and bit it again before he groaned and pumped hard into Ray, chasing his own pleasure until neither of them was moving.