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He made a small, disbelieving sound against my skin, like he couldn’t quite accept the praise yet. I tightened my grip, one hand cupping the back of his neck possessively while the other gently pressed on the base of the plug, making him feel the heavy reality of his submission.

“I’m not weak?” he whispered hoarsely, testing the boundary.

“You say that word again and I’ll flip you over and start this entire scene all over,” I warned, but there was no real bite left in my tone. I kissed the shell of his ear. “You’re brave. You came back to my boat. You took every single strike. You let me lock you and use you completely. That’s strength, Sig. Real strength.”

I felt him shudder, and then he slowly melted completely deep into my chest. Good. He was finally coming down from subspace.

I spent the next twenty minutes taking care of him properly, keeping the plug in place while I cleaned the fresh sweat around it, checking the fit of the steel cage, and applying arnica cream to the worst of the blooming bruises on his ass. When I was finished, I wrapped his pale frame in a soft blanket and carried him out to the main cabin's couch.

I made him drink water slowly, holding the glass to his lips myself. Then I fed him a few pieces of dark chocolate, letting the sugar ground his senses while I kept one arm wrapped tightly around his waist, my palm resting possessively over the cold steel of his cage.

“You still with me?” I asked quietly.

“Green, Sir,” he rasped, his voice completely wrecked. A tiny, shy smile tugged at the corners of his swollen lips.

I chuckled and pulled him closer, letting him curl into my mass like he belonged there. Because he did.

SUNLIGHT FILTERED SOFTLY through the cabin blinds when Sig stirred against me in the berth. His back was pressed flush to my chest, my heavy arm draped possessively over his narrow waist. Even now, I could feel the residual heat radiating off his punished cheeks.

He tried to shift his weight to get comfortable and winced out loud. The quiet, pained sound went straight to my cock.

“Morning,” I said, my voice rough and gravelly with sleep. I pressed a warm kiss to the back of his neck, right above the leather strap. “How do you feel?”

“Like I got hit by a truck... in the best way possible.” He paused, his chest rising and falling beneath my arm, before he added quietly, “George... I still feel like I’m—”

I flipped him onto his back before he could finish the sentence, pinning both his wrists above his head with one hand. The dark sheets bunched beneath us as his golden eyes widened in a sudden flash of panic.

“Careful,” I growled, hovering entirely over him. “You were about to call yourself weak again. I thought I punished that lie out of your head last night.”

Sig’s breath hitched instantly. His caged cock twitched hard against my thigh, already interested despite how incredibly sore he had to be.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

I leaned down and bit his swollen lower lip, then soothed the sting with a lazy stroke of my tongue. “You don’t have to understand it yet. You just have to trust that I do. And tonight, when you come back to this boat, I’m going to push you even harder. And there won’t be any escape. You’re going to take it, and you’re going to say thank you like the brave boy you are.”

His pupils blew wide, his pulse thrumming frantically against my fingers. “Yes, Sir.”

Chapter Fourteen

Santiago

The next night, I showed up like an addict, begging to be whipped.

I didn’t even get the chance to speak. The moment the yacht's hatch door clicked shut behind me, George shoved my body hard against the wood paneling. His mouth came down on mine, brutally kissing me while his massive hands stripped the clothes off my frame with rough, undeniable efficiency. Once I was completely naked and shivering, he dragged me back to the bedroom berth where he’d already prepared the space.

My eyes darted over the mattress. The heavy leather cuffs were waiting. So was the steel spreader bar, the weighted clover clamps with the thin silver chain, the thick steel cock cage, and the heavy black silicone plug I knew he intended to make me wear while he worked me over.

“On the bed. All fours.”

I obeyed immediately, but I could feel the familiar, defensive shame flickering across my face as I got into position on the dark sheets. George climbed onto the mattress behind me. His large hand fisted into my hair, yanking my head back until I was forced to look up.

“Why are you here, Santiago?”

My voice was barely a whisper, trembling in the quiet cabin. “Because I’m weak... I can’t stop wanting this. Wanting you to hurt me. I deserve—”

His hand gripped my ass, running his finger down, pushing in slightly, my cock jerked. A hard, ringing slap to my already tender ass cut me off entirely. I cried out, my fingers digging desperately into the pillows.

“Wrong answer.” George's voice was dark, calm, and full of absolute promise against my skin. “Every time you call yourself weak tonight, I’m going to make it hurt worse. You want to be punished? Fine. But you’re going to learn what you actually are while I break you open.”