27. Roman #3
He ramps up how fast he’s striking Ignacio, and I watch carefully as it seems Ignacio is going to fold under the force of the hits.
Only my love proves just how fucking strong he is as he cries, whines, and curses Jayden out, but he stays upright.
His fists are bunched in the covers, and his head is bowed, so I can’t see his face, but he doesn’t move an inch as Jayden begins bringing him down.
I can barely catch my breath, and all I’ve done is watch and slowly stroke my leaking cock while my love, part of my soul, gets fucking belted by a damn sadist. But…
the way Ignacio fucking melts when Jayden drops the belt and takes two handfuls of his ass cheeks…
Fuck, there are no words, except exquisite, to describe how it looks and feels.
Is this what Lio experiences? Does he feel this…cathartic when he’s with his Master? Is the…pleasure, relief, and love I see between them normal in all Dom/sub relationships?
My thoughts are spiraling, and if it wasn’t for Ignacio looking up at me, with need in his eyes, I probably would have drifted off into my own head. But I force myself to stay present as Jayden stands behind Ignacio.
“I am not going to fuck you today, Princess. You have to earn that, but since you took your belting so well, I’m going to reward you. How does that sound?”
“Y—yes, Sir. Thank you.”
“So polite… I can’t wait until I get to know you better and learn why Il Padrone called you Chaos.”
Ignacio laughs. “You like chaos, Sir.”
Jayden leans over Ignacio, planting his hands on the bed to hold himself up.
Given how Ignacio winces, I am guessing he pushes against what I’m sure are welts on Ignacio’s ass.
“You have no idea, Princess. Now, I’m going to get myself off, and I expect you to do the same…
But make sure you come before I do, or you won’t be coming at all. ”
Ignacio whimpers, but shifts his weight to one arm so he can snake the other underneath him.
Jayden veers himself back up and holds Ignacio’s hip with one hand, the other reaching for his cock.
I can’t help but join in on the stroke fest, my orgasm pulsing through me after watching the show for so long.
Ignacio and I lock eyes, and seeing him tear-streaked, cheeks flushed, mouth swollen from Jayden’s cock…it’s too much.
I cry out as I come, covering my hand and cock as the force of it knocks the air out of me. Ignacio lets out a long moan, and I assume he comes as well, as I hear Jayden say, “Good Princess.”
The physical therapist thrusts his hips against Ignacio, and though I can’t see it from this angle, I imagine him pushing his rigid cock between Ignacio’s ass cheeks.
I watch as his eyes flutter closed and his face turns bright red as he comes.
Fuck… for a moment, I forget he’s a scary as fuck sadist, and instead, I see the beautiful man beneath the terrifying exterior.
The three of us are suspended in pleasure for a long while, before Jayden finally seems to get his wits about him.
“Stay there,” he orders Ignacio, before striding into the bathroom.
“Are you okay?” I whisper.
Ignacio smiles, a light, peaceful look on his face as he nods. “Never better.” I can see the truth in his eyes, and all I can do is smile as well.
Jayden comes back with the first aid kit and a few washcloths. First, he leans over the bed and surprises me by wiping me clean. His touch makes me gasp, but he doesn’t pay me any mind. When he’s done, he gently cleans Ignacio’s ass, before opening the first aid kit and grabbing a tube.
“This is arnica cream,” he tells me, showing me the label. “I’ll come by to check on him tomorrow, but should he need soothing before then, you can rub this on his ass; it’ll help with the swelling and bruising—though I quite like the bruising, but maybe my Princess doesn’t?”
“I…want to wear your marks, Sir.”
Jayden grins. “Very well. Only on the most prominent welts, to help ease the pain a little. Though I’m sure a masochist such as the Princess enjoys that too.”
Ignacio lets out a needy moan, and he fucking blushes as Jayden talks about him and his desires like we’re all sitting around having fucking tea, and not…whatever the hell that was.
Jayden turns Ignacio over and cleans his hand and cock with the other washcloth before returning everything to the bathroom. “Okay,” he says when he returns. “Bed. All of us.”
Jayden grabs Ignacio and maneuvers him where he wants him, into the middle of the bed.
“Maybe I should—”
“No,” Jayden tells me firmly, his eyes meeting mine. “You were part of the scene, Roman, which means you also get aftercare. Under the covers.”
Knowing better than to argue, I curl up against Ignacio’s side, relaxing when he wraps an arm around me.
Jayden picks up his phone and types on it for a few minutes before sliding into bed on Ignacio’s other side, throwing an arm around him.
Pressing my face against my lover’s chest, I find it hard to keep my eyes open. The endorphins working their way through my system begin to dissipate, and everything I learned in the meeting, and just now, crowd my mind.
The quiet, soft breathing from both men helps ease me further, and I don’t fight it when I finally close my eyes. My last thought as I begin to drift to sleep is: I should probably talk to fucking Ian.