Chapter 49 Oh. He burst out in shock #2
Cullen opened his mouth to tell him to take him home–and Leviathan grabbed him by the shoulder, spinning him around and slamming him back into the cold brick wall of the nearest building.
A startled cry escaped Cullen, but Leviathan was already kissing him, cutting off the sound.
Cullen made a soft, needy noise, and Leviathan growled low in his chest, his hand coming up to curl tight around the back of his neck.
He yanked him in closer by the lapels of his jacket and Leviathan pressed hard against him, his leg slipping between his as the kiss grew and deepened, his tongue moving hard against his while his leg rubbed against his growing erection.
“S-stop.” Cullen gasped, grabbing at his thigh even as the little space they’d made for themselves grew hot and close. “There’s too many people…”
“I see no one but you, pet.”
His eyes flicked open at the words, a soft gasp leaving his lips when he saw that they stood in his bedroom now, the tall slate walls surrounding them, the firelight low, and Cullen’s back now pressed against a very smooth, warm wall.
“I didn’t even notice you do it that time.” He laughed, curling his arms up around his neck.
“Good.” Leviathan murmured, wrapping his hands around his hips. “You’re used to it now.”
Cullen smiled into the next kiss, slipping his fingers into his hair to draw him closer.
The fire lit again as they kissed, burning hotter and hotter as their hands moved over each other, gentle brushes here and there, a light touch between the legs, a brush of the fingers against his cheek.
Their coats and shirts were tugged away, and then Leviathan had spun him around, his hands sliding around him to tug open his pants.
Cullen sucked in a breath as they were shoved down, slow trembling beginning to rock through him as he stepped out of them.
A soft brush of fabric told him Leviathan had undressed as well.
Cullen let his head rest against the wall for a few moments, catching his breath while Leviathan kissed gently at his shoulder, his throat.
I’m scared. The thought pulsed through him. I’m scared of what he will do.
“That’s okay.” Leviathan whispered against his neck, his hand sliding around to brush against his stomach.
It dipped lower; Cullen arched back against him with a gasp, his head falling to his shoulder.
Leviathan stroked him leisurely, his lips coming down softly on his cheek.
“You like being scared.” He whimpered softly and Leviathan smiled.
“I can hear your heartbeat, Cullen. It races so fast when you’re afraid.” He stroked him faster and Cullen groaned, his hand dropping to clutch at his arm.
“Levi…”
“What do you want me to do to you, Cullen?”
His face went red, his grip tightening on his arm. The words floated to the surface, threatened to escape, but he didn’t let them. Didn’t want the embarrassment.
“Go on…” Leviathan murmured, kissing his ear. “You’ll find no judgment from me.”
He swallowed hard, twisting his head to the side to avoid his gaze. “Whatever you want.” He whispered. “Th-that’s what I…” His blush burned hotter, gagging him. “I want you to…do what you want.”
“What I want…” He took his hand from him, ignoring the soft sound of objection Cullen let out.
His hands brushed over his stomach before sliding back to his hips, teasing him there until Cullen gasped.
“I don’t think you’re ready for that, pet.
” He kissed the back of his neck, lingered there. “I’ll find a healthy middle ground.”
“Okay.” He breathed, the trembling in his legs growing worse.
Another soft kiss against his ear. “Don’t heal yourself tonight. I want to see you covered in bruises.”
“Okay.” He repeated weakly, the terror gripping him again.
Leviathan gave his hips another slow stroke and then whispered, “Give me your hands.”
Slowly, Cullen slid his hands behind his back, tensing at the soft clink of metal against metal.
Heavy chains wound around his wrists, binding them together.
Over and over, twining between them so that Cullen could not move his hands at all.
He exhaled shakily and a soft, pleased sound left Leviathan.
“Good boy.” He whispered, brushing his hands along his arms. “Now what would you like me to do?”
“I…” His voice caught. “I want you to tell me what to do.”
“You’re sure?” The dark excitement in his voice made him shiver even harder.
“Yes.” He whispered.
Leviathan grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked his head back, making him yelp. “Yes, what?”
His voice got stuck in his throat, a new fear racing through him as he looked up into Leviathan’s burning eyes. The humanity there had vanished, leaving only that death-promising darkness. “I…I don’t…”
Leviathan smiled. There was nothing kind in it. “You want me to control you, to force you to do what I say, but you can’t guess what to call me?”
Heat slowly flooded his face. It took him too long to force the word out.
“Master?” He hazarded.
Another slow smile. “Good. Now say it right.”
His cock gave a throb at the order. “Yes…master.” Fuck.
Leviathan sucked in a breath, leaning in to nip at his shoulder as he curled an arm around his waist, drawing his body back against his. Cullen shivered at the heat coming off him, at the feel of his cock against his ass, and tensed as Leviathan let him go and murmured, “Turn around.”
Cullen did as he was told, tugging at the chain curiously. It didn’t yield an inch. His cock gave another hard throb at the realization. He kept his eyes down, focused on Leviathan’s chest, nerves bursting in his stomach.
“Kneel.” The word came out a bit breathless.
Cullen went down clumsily, his legs trembling even more when his knees hit the hard floor. He raised his gaze an inch, exhaling slowly at the sight of Leviathan’s erection just inches away.
“Something’s missing.” Leviathan murmured, running a gentle hand through his hair. When Cullen risked a nervous glance up, Leviathan smirked. “You can see too much.”
His fingers gave a small twitch–and a long strip of black silk appeared in his hand. “Oh.” Cullen breathed, his eyes going wide. “I…”
“Hush.” Leviathan’s hands swept forward, securing the blindfold into place. It tied together tightly behind his head, knotting against his hair. He couldn’t see a thing through the thick fabric, couldn’t even see light around the edges. His throat gave a hard bob in response.
“Perfect.” Leviathan whispered, letting go of him.
The seconds passing felt like hours as he knelt there, his face burning while Leviathan’s gaze drilled into him from above.
He was so worked up by the intensity that he jumped when Leviathan’s thumb came down on his bottom lip, pulling a chuckle from the other man.
“This is my favorite part of you, you know.” He murmured.
“It gives me your smart ass comments and your delicious moans. Your soft kisses and…” His thumb pushed into his mouth, pressing down against his tongue.
Cullen murmured in surprise, but didn’t pull away. “It looks so pretty with a cock in it.”
He gasped softly, shifting uncomfortably on the hard stone.
Leviathan pressed against his tongue for another moment and then drew away from his mouth, his hand slipping up to his hair.
Cullen gasped as he yanked his head back, tugging against his restraints for a few heartbeats until he felt the tip of Leviathan’s cock press against his lips.
“Open.”
A brief flicker of that old memory, of that demanded open that was followed by the sharp snap of bone struck him. But he pushed it away, opening his mouth for him again.
His cock pushed into it and Cullen found himself moaning at the taste of him, at the bead of precum at his slit.
Leviathan’s hand tightened in his hair, pushing him further onto him.
Cullen moaned again, relaxing his throat as he edged himself deeper.
He tugged against his restraints once more and Leviathan snarled, tightening his grip in his hair as he buried himself in his throat.
Cullen tensed and gagged and Leviathan groaned, his hips giving a small pump forward.
“Stay still.” He hissed, keeping himself there.
Cullen waited, trembling as tears pricked his eyes and his throat started to ache.
“Good.” Leviathan breathed, pulling himself back out.
Cullen had just enough time to catch a breath before Leviathan pumped forward, burying himself again.
It was easier to take him this time, though he still gagged a bit.
Leviathan let out a harsh breath and thrusted into him again, his hand yanking at his hair.
They both moaned and when Leviathan moved again, he didn’t stop, his hips pumping forward again and again until Cullen could barely breathe, his mouth and throat aching while Leviathan fucked into them.
He strained against his restraints and Leviathan blew out a harsh breath, his other hand slipping into his hair to hold him in place as he sped his pace.
Cullen could feel him growing harder, could tell by the urgency in his touch that he was growing close.
He flicked his tongue against him as best he could, leaning into him with a soft moan–and Leviathan tensed, pulling out of his mouth, though he kept one hand tight in his hair.
“Open your mouth.” He snapped.
Cullen did, gasping quietly when his tip hit his tongue again.
He heard the slick sound of Leviathan touching himself and moaned softly, curling his tongue around the tip just as Leviathan emptied himself onto it.
A sharp curse popped from Leviathan’s mouth, his hand fisting in his hair; Cullen moaned softly and licked at his tip, smiling wickedly when Leviathan let out a hiss of reproach.
“Swallow it.”