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That earned him a smack on the ass which made Jackson yelp in surprise.
“I’m going to enjoy this,” Corbin whispered in his ear. He walked back to the tree and an innocuous pile of branches he was pretty sure Jackson hadn’t paid any attention to. With deliberate slowness, Corbin drew a thin willow branch he’d cut and stripped earlier that day. He ran the thicker end along the inside of the arm that was already stretched out by the rope. Jackson shivered. “Anything off limits? Anything sore or sensitive.” Jackson shook his head, which earned him a quick rap on the inside of his wrist from the willow branch. “Use your words,” Corbin commanded, adding another stroke from the willow.
Jackson gasped. “No. Nothing off limits,” he said. He looked Corbin in the eye, pupils already blown wide and a desperate sheen to his gaze. “I trust you.”
For a moment, Corbin softened, a heated rush of energy surging through his body. He took hold of Jackson’s jaw and kissed him. Jackson opened to him immediately, allowed Corbin to plunder his mouth. God. He was perfect.
Corbin hadn’t been sure Jackson was into impact play or any kind of BDSM. He’d had inklings — that fucking corset he’d worn the night of his going away party had been a big one, but there had been others. The hitch in Jackson’s breathing when Corbin’s voice dipped low, the shiver that went through his body whenever Corbin needed to deal with unruly customers or vendors who didn’t honor their commitments to Prowl.
Making short work of the other restraint, Corbin pulled a third bandana out of the small nylon bag he’d attached to one of the trees.
He stood in front of Jackson. “Open.” As soon as Jackson complied, Corbin placed the bandana between his teeth. “This is to keep you quiet. I’m not tying it, so if you need me to stop, open your mouth and let it fall to the ground. Use your safe word. Understood?”
Jackson nodded and a muffled yes came through the makeshift gag. Corbin smiled, gave him another kiss, then stepped behind him.
“So gorgeous,” he said as he ran a hand down the expanse of Jackson’s back. The man’s muscles rippled as he adjusted to the restraints and the sensation of Corbin touching his skin. “So responsive.”
Corbin traced the deep groove of Jackson’s backbone with the thick end of the willow, smiling at his shivers and moans. He moved closer, plastered himself to Jackson’s back and ran his fingers from throat to cock. If he had any doubts about Jackson’s enthusiasm, they were put to rest at the slick liquid he found dripping from Jackson’s slit. He gathered it with his fingers, brought them to his mouth and sucked, humming as the taste hit his tongue.
“Hm…almost forgot…” he whispered as he stepped away. Jackson whimpered, and Corbin smiled. “I’m not going far.” He dug into the nylon bag and pulled out the plug, held it out for Jackson to see. “Okay?”
Jackson’s quick nod was all Corbin needed. Moving quickly, he located a small packet of lube and coated the plug, then moved back into position behind Jackson.
“Spread your legs and lean forward. The ropes can take your weight. That’s it.”
As soon as Jackson did as he’d been told, Corbin knelt behind him, tongue seeking out that ridge of muscle hidden between Jackson’s cheeks. He licked and sucked until Jackson was moaning and slick, then brought the tip of the plug to his hole. And stopped.
“Rock back,” Corbin commanded, his voice dipping into the low register that allowed no room for refusal. He watched as Jackson pushed back, working the plug into his own ass. It wasn’t a thick plug, but the base was wide enough to make Jackson gasp and pant.
Once his ass was filled, Jackson shivered. He shifted in the restraints, no doubt trying to get the plug to rub over his prostrate, but Corbin stopped him.
“Patience.”
When Corbin used the willow switch again, it was the thin end that came down on Jackson’s shoulders. Just a kiss, a small bite like from a single tail, followed by quick flicks to warm up Jackson’s skin. The man moaned, stretched, arched his back, moved back into the willow’s touches. God, he’d love to get Jackson on a cross and send him flying. He’d be beautiful stretched out, taking Corbin’s whip.
He built up a steady rhythm, then eased off, ran his hand over Jackson’s back to make sure he hadn’t broken skin, and hummed at the warmth beneath his hand. Picking up a second switch, Corbin gave Jackson a quick kiss just below his left ear.
“Ready?” he whispered.
Jackson nodded, a muffled yes escaping from the cloth in his mouth, and then, “Please.”
“As you wish.”
The willow switches didn’t have quite the flexibility, and Corbin couldn’t get the same precision that he could with his single tail, but Jackson moaned and gasped just the same. Corbin worked back and forth over Jackson’s shoulder, his ass, the backs of his thighs, his calves; down his body then back up, both switches landing touches on his left side then his right. Jackson moaned, swayed in the restraints, trying to guess where the blows were going to land next and moving into them, trying to get more.
“Everyone’s going to see you tomorrow, see my marks on your back and know who you belong to,” Corbin growled and got a satisfying whimper in return. He moved close to Jackson, brough his chest to Jackson’s back, tapped the thick end of one willow switch again the flared base of the plug.
Jackson slumped against him, his head thrown back to rest on Corbin’s shoulder. He moaned. Corbin reached up and pulled the bandana from his mouth, turned Jackson’s face to the side and plundered his mouth, tongue diving deep into that warm space while he continued to tap at the plug.
“Do you want me?” he asked.
The desperate groan, almost a wail, that came from Jackson’s throat had Corbin shuddering. He pulled away from Jackson long enough to fish the condom from his pocket.
“Hold this for me,” Corbin said, placing the wrapper in front of Jackson. Without hesitation, the man opened his mouth, closed his lips over the foil packet while Corbin took care of getting himself as naked as the man in front of him. He retrieved the condom, opened it, sheathed himself, then knelt.
Running a finger along the base of the plug, he breathed against Jackson’s heated skin, then bit down lightly on one ass cheek. Jackson yelped, and Corbin chuckled as he withdrew the plug, then stood. He was so fucking hard, he almost ached.
“Do you want me to go slow, or…”
