Something in his tone made Eric freeze, the frisson of that growl making him shiver. He lay back against the sofa, his nipples and his cock, both red and hard, obscenely exposed to the air. Ix walked out of sight; Eric wanted to turn to see but made himself stay still. The anticipation, the uncertainty, gave him a lurch in his stomach he didn’t know how to describe.
Ix reappeared with some rope. “I think you’ll find that you don’t get to make demands.”
I wasn’t.The words of protests died on Eric’s lips as Ix wound the rope around his wrists. Eric watched in a half-daze as Ix jerked one length of rope tight, yanking his wrists together and sending a jolt of heat through his body. Eric’s cock twitched in response.
Ix hauled him upright by the rope. Stumbling over his breeches and pants caught around his ankles, Eric kicked themoff unceremoniously, staggering across the room as Ix led him to the desk. Ix pressed him face down on the desk, securing the rope to the desk so his arms were stretched over his head and then circled out of Eric’s sight.
Eric felt Ix pull his legs further apart, using the other ropes to tie his ankles to opposite desk legs and hissed as his still sensitive nipples rubbed against the cold polished wood. He tugged his hands experimentally. There was no give, the rope was too tight and the desk too heavy. He didn’t have any time to try anything else before Ix hit him, an open-handed blow against the meat of his left asscheek.
“Fuck!” Eric gasped as pain flared through his body.
Ix did it again, this time the right asscheek. Eric’s body automatically tried to pull away, but he was caught.
“Look at this,” crooned Ix, reaching under to cradle Eric’s cock. It was so hard that it hurt and even the light pressure of Ix’s fingers grazing felt like fire against his skin. “You could come untouched at this rate.”
“I won’t,” panted Eric, just to be contrary.
“Is that so.” Ix hummed ominously and let go. His hand pressed down heavy on Eric’s lower back, keeping him still. Eric tried to brace himself for impact but it didn’t work. Ix hit him again, heavier than the first time, faster as he built up pace. Eric lost count as Ix spanked him, each blow sending him further into a haze.
Eric could only feel each blow, the impact of Ix’s hand against his ass, the snap as his hip hit the edge of the desk, the sharp yank at his wrists and his ankles, the desperate gasp for air as Ix’s other hand pressed down, forcing the air from his lungs. And the whole time, the swelling wet ache of humiliation that swamped his entire body, feeding the aching bob of his untouched cock.
“Shh, quiet,” said Ix, his breath a tickle against Eric’s ear that made him whimper. It wasn’t until then that Eric realized he’d been moaning open-mouthed with each blow the whole time, louder and louder until he was shouting.
He tried. He could feel the drool gathering in his mouth but it was as if each blow forced the sound out of him.
“Are you disobeying your prince?” asked Ix softly, dangerously.
He didn’t give Eric a chance to answer, not that Eric could have, before raking his fingernails down the length of Eric’s back, the lines of pain a sharp contrast to the smarting ache of his ass. Eric screamed, his entire body spasming and arching as much as the rope would allow him to. He couldn’t help it; he came. He felt the release in his gut, a sudden spurt and then another, his hips stuttering as he desperately craved some friction and found none.
Ix just let him, left him writhing on the desk.
Eric wasn’t sure how long it took for him to calm, his breath shaky as he came back to himself. He fought to get himself under control, swallowing down the involuntary whimpers and muffling himself against the desk.
Ix reached out, smoothed the sweat-dampened curls out of Eric’s face. And then he grabbed Eric’s hips, repositioned him back in place face down on the desk.
“Ix,” begged Eric, and didn’t even know what he was begging for. Ix walked around the desk, kicking the chair out of the way, so Eric could see him if he rolled his eyes up. At some point, he’d taken his own clothes off. Eric hadn’t even noticed it happening. His dark body hair gathered into a trail that led down to his groin, framing his cock.
His eyes fixed on Ix’s cock, thick and curved slightly to one side, gloriously erect and so close to Eric’s face. Even knowingnow it wasn’t Ix’s usual, it made Eric’s mouth water. He pressed forward onto his toes but couldn’t get any closer and whined.
“So eager,” growled Ix, pressing Eric’s mouth open with his thumb. Eric sucked on it desperately, as Ix stroked himself right in front of Eric’s face, goading him.
“Please,” murmured Eric around Ix’s thumb. “Please, let me suck you.”
“No,” said Ix, and the denial sent a hopeless course of desperation through Eric. “But. I’ll use your wet mouth if you stop talking.”
Eric stopped talking.
Ix laughed. He pulled his thumb out and pressed his tip against Eric’s lips, slowly sliding himself in. He savored the glide of Ix’s cock against his cheek, the weight of it in his mouth and the salt of it on his tongue as Ix rocked back and forth, gently at first and then picking up speed.
When Eric had imagined this, perhaps he’d imagined himself more experienced. But the way Ix fisted his hand tightly in Eric’s hair, holding him and using him… he could have never imagined it like this. He felt his mouth water when Ix thrust so deep Eric almost choked before pulling out and that wet, desperate keening noise was coming from him. He gasped for breath in the briefest of moments when Ix allowed him to, desperate both for air and for Ix to fill him up again immediately. All of it ignited something low in Eric’s belly, primal instinct he hadn’t even known he would enjoy.
Suddenly, Ix slowed right down; Eric whined, but Ix didn’t pick back up again. Instead, he pressed his cock in achingly slowly, forcing his length down as Eric felt his throat muscles convulse and tears prickle in the corner of his eyes. He felt Ix’s other hand wrap around the outside of his throat, not quite squeezing but heavy, the combined pressure from outside and inside overwhelming.
“It’s a shame, isn’t it? That you can only fit half my cock. I suppose you’ll need much more practice,” said Ix from somewhere above Eric’s head. His tone was derisive, patronizing.
Eric lost his mind.
Whether it was a course of rage and competitiveness or whether it was the way Ix’s hand on his throat made his bones melt or that he’d been gasping for air, he didn’t know. He felt as though he’d been struck by lightning, arching his back as pleasure coursed through his body from just that small touch.
