The reprieve is a short one, because the second I release my grip on the back of their neck, they try to fight me. And as lithe as they are, they put up a good fight as I scoop them up before swinging one leg over the wooden horse.
They shout as their cunt grinds against the point of the wooden triangle. The stand it’s mounted on is just tall enough that they can’tput their feet flat on either side of it. It leaves them with two options - stand on their tiptoes to relieve some of the pressure on their cunt or sink down on the point of the horse to give their legs a break.
But I intend to take those choices away.
Cancassi fights me as I retie them, binding them wrist to ankle. It takes three times as long as it would with a cooperative conduit, but I enjoy the fight. Overpowering them, forcing them into the position I want, helps me forget how powerless I am outside of this room.
Once I’m done, they’re left hunched on the horse, their cock standing up hard and weeping even as their cunt grinds against the merciless point. There’s no escaping it now, no way to relieve the pain of that edge, yet even as their chest heaves, their body shuddering, they still glare at me defiantly through a few wayward strands of white hair.
I grab the nipple clamps from my pocket, but I have to scruff Cancassi like an unruly cat to be able to put them on. The chain connecting them is a quick and easy way to control them though, and I use it to my advantage as I tug up. With their wrists bound to their ankles, they can’t straighten all the way, leaving them to war between the two different agonies I’m inflicting on them.
“Not so fiery now, are you?” I say.
Cancassi lets out a quiet whimper before quickly stifling it, but I can tell they’re getting close. Yet as cruel as I’m being, I think kindness is what will finally do them in. I give it to them as I lean down and wrap my lips around their cock.
Their breath leaves them in a whoosh of air. I tug the chain on their nipples even harder, pulling the pink points away from their chest even as I swallow them to the root.
“Oh fuck,fuck,” they gasp, and the mix of agony and bliss in their voice makes a shiver race down my spine.
I torture them slowly, bobbing my head as I suck, tongue lapping every last drop of precum from their skin. Even with my eyes closed,I can feel them tremble, feel the gentle tug and give of the chain as they squirm helplessly on the horse. Quiet sounds of bliss and pain break past their lips even as they try to stop them.
It’s all part of the game. They’re doing everything in their power not to give in, and I’m doing everything in mine to make them. It’s a heady sort of play, and as Cancassi’s little sounds of pleasure get more frequent, I pull my mouth away.
“You bastard,” they gasp, voice ragged with need. “You absolute fuckingbastard.”
I press a gentle kiss to the tip of their cock, even as a part of me wishes that insult was true. If I were a bastard, I wouldn’t be going home tomorrow. I force the thought away as I say, “Do you want me to fuck you,a’lynn?”
They moan helplessly, but it changes to a gasp as I tug the clamps, pulling them down so their face is close to mine. “I didn’t quite get that.”
Their lids are heavy over their copper eyes, the anger and defiance faded to a comfortable sort of resignation. They know they’ve lost, just as they asked to.
“Please, Olbric,” they say breathlessly. “Please fuck me.”
I let the chain drop against their chest before I kiss them hard. Carefully, I lift them from the wooden horse, seeing how red and swollen the lips of their cunt have gotten. They moan in pure relief as I carry them over to the bed before I set them down.
I’m gentle as I untie them, and when I remove the clamps from their nipples, I soothe the angry skin with my mouth. Cancassi’s long fingers tangle in my hair, breathy little sounds of need escaping them as they squirm in my grip. I lay them back on the bed, kissing down their chest, tasting the salt of sweat on their skin.
I draw back only for a moment to shed the rest of my clothes before I lean down and capture their lips softly. Cancassi returns the kiss, one leg hooking around my waist in a wordless demand. I obey as I rest against them, my cock sliding against their wet and ready slit.
Their moan is pure bliss as I sink into them, thrusting slow and deep. After all the fire and anger, all I want is to savor them, to soak in every breathy gasp, every mewl of pleasure. I want to remember the feel of their heat wrapped around me, the way their long fingers tangle in my hair.
The thought that this may be the last time between us is like a knife through my ribs.
I force it aside, stealing their moan away with another kiss. My hand reaches down to grab their hard length, and I stroke in time with every slow thrust, thumb brushing over their leaking tip. They jerk underneath me, lithe body quivering as another orgasm washes through them. Their walls tighten around me, but I manage to hold off my end by a hair.
“I’m going to miss you so fucking much,” I whisper.
Cancassi clings to me like they don’t want to let go. “You’ll come back. I know you’ll come back.”
I wish I could believe them. Instead, I bury my face against their neck before nipping gently. I leave little marks behind as I speed my pace up, wanting to give them a kinder thing than the welts I left to remember me by.
Their moan of appreciation sounds right next to my ear, and it’s what I need to tip me over the edge. I cum with a groan, my hand speeding over their length.
It doesn’t take long for Cancassi to follow me one last time. They arch under me with a choked sound of pleasure, their arms wrapped tight around my back.
Even once the pleasure abates, neither of us move. Like we’re trying to stretch the moment out, savor it. Cancassi’s fingers stroke through my hair, making me sigh with pleasure.
“I meant what I said, Olbric,” they say quietly. “You’ll come back.”
