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She whimpered, looking from Rodrigo, to Severin, who was coming back with a bit of cord or something in his hand.
“Master, may I take the dogs out for a walk? They look antsy.”
Severin’s gaze lingered on the pile of snoring dogs.
“Are you trying to avoid something, Miss Korsgaard?”
“I don’t want to do this, Master.”
“Are you safewording?”
“Well...no.”
He kissed her and palmed her breast, as though he couldn’t help himself. “Then shut the fuck up. Don’t do anything other than what I order you to do. I’m sure he won’t blame you for following orders.” Severin grabbed the back of his T-shirt collar and yanked it off, leaving Rodrigo to admire the glorious body he’d been decorating for years. Muscle and art and piercings. The man wasn’t making it easy for Rodrigo to talk down his erection.
It was hard to believe he was the only person who’d seen adult Severin naked back before he’d inked him up and laced him with stainless steel. He’d been ridiculously hot then too – a hulking, brooding brute, but he was even hotter now.
Severin trailed his coarse fingers over the length of Rodrigo’s cock, making him hiss as his dick jerked in surprise.
“You’re not supposed to be looking forward to this,” Severin growled.
Horrified at his inability to control his responses, Rodrigo winced as his cock bobbed expectantly.
“I’m sorry, Severin.”
With a flick, the lace in Severin’s hand sliced through the air, connecting with his belly, not far above the head of his dick. He swore at the sting of it, always amazed at what such a small implement could do. The next strike was closer, the third closer still, burning a stinging path down to a cock that wasn’t really big on pain.
He tensed, knowing he shouldn’t, but not being able to stop himself. In the pattern, the next blow would land on the head of his cock.
It landed beside it.
Rodrigo almost laughed in relief, but then Severin kept going, hitting him on either side of his still straining dick, then down to his balls. He brushed the cord against his testicles, and a humiliating whimper of anticipation sounded low in his throat.
“What’s wrong, little bitch?” Severin wrapped a hand around Rodrigo’s throat and forced Ro’s gaze up to meet his own. “Am I making you nervous?”
Rodrigo felt his face heating. “Yes.”
“Good.” He brushed his fingertips over Rodrigo’s balls.
It was hard to get past the novelty and disproportionate arousal of having Severin touch him sexually after wanting him for so many years. Then, just as he relaxed into what Severin was doing, a lick of fire traced a line across his balls. He yelped, flinching back hard enough that Severin put a steadying hand on the back of the chair.
“Ffffuck!”
He landed a second blow. The third was white-hot streak.
“I won’t tolerate you lying.”
Thwack.
Fire licked through him. Dread grew in his stomach as he wished men had never been designed with such a terrible vulnerability.
“I won’t tolerate you trying to trick me.”
Snap.
He hissed, trying not to fight his bindings. Rope burn on his wrists would be a bitch to hide.
“I’m sorry, Severin!” He hated the way his voice broke.
