Chapter 49 Oh. He burst out in shock #3
He did that as well, swallowing twice before letting his tongue run over the tip of his cock again, a shiver running down his spine at the taste of him. Leviathan made another soft noise and Cullen suddenly wished he didn’t have the blindfold on, that he could see his expression.
There was a soft clink off to his side that he couldn’t place.
“What was–”
“Silence, slave!”
Cullen jumped in surprise at the sharp words, his smile dying away. Leviathan ran another gentle hand through his hair and then let go of him, stepping around him to grab the chain that dangled from his wrists.
He gave it a strong yank, forcing Cullen to his feet with a gasp, and began to drag him backwards across the room.
Cullen tensed when he was spun around and shoved face down onto the bed, flinching away from him.
Leviathan only grabbed his hips firmly and pulled him back again, planting his feet against the ground, his hand coming down gently on the middle of his back.
Cullen exhaled harshly, turning his face to the side in an attempt to see him.
But there was still nothing but that darkness, the edge it brought with it making him jump when Leviathan’s hand swept down to his ass. Leviathan chuckled–and smacked him hard, dragging a sharp cry from him. He gasped against the mattress, his eyes wide under the blindfold.
“I…I’m not sure I–”
Leviathan smacked him again, harder than before, and a sound somewhere between a cry of pain and a groan left him, his body jerking forward before it pressed back against his hand.
Leviathan exhaled harshly and pushed two fingers inside of him, edging them deeper and deeper until they were hitting that spot and Cullen was gasping and moaning, his body tensing as an orgasm approached.
“Levi…”
The pumps of his fingers grew quicker, harder, curling up into that spot again and again until Cullen was seeing stars and his body felt like it was electrified. He whimpered and groaned, biting down on the blanket that had bunched up under his face.
Heat curled in his belly and then burst out of him, sending a shuddering groan tearing from his throat as he came apart, Leviathan’s hand still working deep inside of him. The moment he stilled, Leviathan pulled away from him, his breathing harsh as he whispered, “Turn and sit.”
Slowly, Cullen did as he was told, panting softly as he moved to face him again.
Leviathan’s hands came up to cup his face, his lips coming down softly on his.
Behind his back, the chains around his wrists loosened and then vanished as if they’d never existed at all.
Cullen pulled his hands forward, rubbing gently at his wrists to get the blood flowing again.
To his surprise, Leviathan let him have a few moments, his hands gentle as they pushed sweaty hair back from his face, his lips spreading light kisses along his cheeks and mouth.
There was another soft clink, like ice against a glass, but this time Leviathan curled a tight hand around his throat before he could ask, forcing his head to tip just as something cool came down against his lips.
“Drink.” He murmured.
He hesitated, pulling back as much as he could. “What is it?”
“Spirits.” He answered softly. “Liquor. But our kind. You’ve already had it. And I quite liked how you acted when you were on it. So drink.”
He hesitated again, his heart racing faster. “Why do I need to be drunk? What are you going to do?”
“Nothing too dramatic.” He chuckled. “I only wanted us to have a little fun together.” The bottle vanished from his lips. “You don’t need to, though.”
After another long moment, Cullen parted his lips expectantly.
He could feel Leviathan’s smile as he pressed the bottle to his lips again.
He took one mouthful of the sweet drink, then another.
One more–and then coughed as Leviathan pulled the bottle away.
The edges of his mind instantly grew dull, his head starting to spin a bit as his senses grew weaker and a slow heat began to spread through his body.
Leviathan touched his face, tilted his head back again, further this time. Cullen opened his mouth wider, readying himself.
The drink poured in slowly. When he swallowed some of it spilled out of his mouth and ran down his neck, making him sticky. Leviathan drew it away again, his breathing a bit uneven as he murmured, “Keep your mouth open.”
He did as he was told, waiting for more of the sweet drink.
A murmur of surprise escaped him when Leviathan’s lips replaced it instead, the liquid pouring from his mouth into Cullen’s.
He swallowed, gasping softly as Leviathan pulled away again.
Seconds later, Leviathan’s mouth came down again, with another mouthful of liquor.
Cullen moaned and slid a hand up into his hair this time, holding him still while he kissed them both breathless.
Leviathan moaned into the kiss, his hand dropping to brush against Cullen’s growing erection before he drew away again, dropping his forehead to his. “It tastes much better when we share it. Don’t you think?”
“Yeah.” He breathed, brushing his fingers down his chest. Leviathan stepped back before they could move lower.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
He shivered. “Yes, master.”
Another harsh exhale. “Open.”
He parted his lips, tensing in surprise when Leviathan gripped him by the throat.
His mouth came down again, pouring in the drink, and Cullen moaned, swallowing it greedily before opening his mouth again.
Another quick mouthful and then Leviathan’s mouth was on his, hard and unyielding.
Cullen wrapped his arms around his neck as he laid back, drawing him down on top of him.
Everything was feeling very dream-like now, the world around him dull and quiet, nothing but the soft sound of their kissing, their ragged breathing and their racing heartbeats.
He drew away first, groaning softly as he dropped his head back against the bed. “I’m dizzy.”
Leviathan chuckled and pressed a light kiss to his jaw. “Do you want to stop?”
“Fuck, no.” He breathed, turning so that their lips brushed. There was the briefest moment of hesitation before he added, “I want you to fuck me until I pass out.”
The idea of it had always intrigued him.
That it could be so good, could last so long that his body just couldn’t take it anymore.
Walker never could have done it–even if Cullen had had the nerve to ask–but Leviathan certainly had the libido.
And the way his lips curled at the corners told Cullen he liked the idea just as much.
“Yeah?” He murmured against his throat. “You want me to chain you to the bed, too?”
His wrists ached at the words, as if remembering the weight of the chain. Slowly, he nodded, his heart slamming even harder as Leviathan sat up and looked down at him.
“Move back.”
Cullen scooted himself up the bed, resting his head back against a pillow as he raised his hands in front of him again.
Leviathan followed him, grabbing the chain from where it sat and leaning over him to secure it around the headboard and his wrists.
Cullen leaned in as he moved, letting his tongue move across his chest. He moaned softly at the sweat he could taste there, lowering his mouth to his nipple.
He flicked his tongue against it–and Leviathan drew away, disapproval in his gaze as he grabbed his hips and yanked, forcing him down so that he couldn’t move much at all, the chain tugging at his arms painfully and dragging a gasp from him.
That clink came again and now he could distinctly smell ice in the air, and hear a soft slosh, as if something had been plucked from water.
“What is–?”
Leviathan was over him a moment later, pressing a cold kiss to his neck. On the other side of his neck, something cold was pressed to his skin, making him jump.
“Is…is that ice?” He hissed, wincing away from the bite of it.
Leviathan ignored him, spreading slow kisses along his collarbone, the ice following the same path on his other side. A shiver rocked through him as the cold spread, his hips bucking up as his stomach clenched.
“Stop squirming.” Leviathan demanded softly, dipping even lower. “I thought you liked the cold.”
“I-I do!” He snapped, squirming again. “But this is diff–” He broke off with a sharp gasp as Leviathan brought the ice down on his nipple. A surprising burst of pleasure shot through him, making him gasp again, his hips rocking against Leviathan’s as he took his nipple into his mouth.
He teased him for what might have been minutes or hours; he couldn’t be sure, only knew that by the time he finally moved away the ice had melted and he was panting.
There was another soft clink and then Leviathan was trailing ice down his stomach with his mouth, his hands stroking lightly along his chest and hips before he lowered and nestled the ice into his belly button.
“Fuck.” Cullen hissed, wincing at the burn. “It’s cold.”
“Well, it’s supposed to be.” He could hear the amusement in Leviathan’s voice as he took another ice cube and knelt above him. He trailed the new one just under his belly, making him gasp and writhe, his arms tugging at the tight chains again.
“Levi!” He objected as he dipped it lower. “I don’t want–” He sucked in a harsh breath as he ran it along the tip of his erection, his body tensing and squirming until Leviathan locked a hand down on his thigh, holding him still. “Stop–”
It trailed down his length, sending shivers rocking through him as it melted against his burning skin. He hissed furiously and Leviathan chuckled.
“No more!” He gasped as Leviathan reached for a new cube. “I don’t like it!”
“You realize I can see how much you do like it, right?” He ran the new cube down his cock again. Cullen flinched and shivered again. “I wonder where else you’d like something like this.”