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“Go ahead.” Sir nudges Carter’s hand. “Take it.”
Carter takes the moose with his trembling hand, pulling it close to his chest right away. He blinks rapidly so he doesn’t start to cry again. “Thank you, sir. I – thank you.”
Sir inhales deeply through his nose, his eyes going dark enough for his pupils to blend in. Emotions seem to battle their way through his expression. Rage. Grief. Lust. Something… else. Something Carter can’t quite place. Or, maybe, something Carter’s too afraid to place.
He realizes what’s going on in sir’s head when the man’s eyes slide closed and he rasps, “I don’t want you in that cage tonight.” He opens his eyes, a sudden desperation in his gaze. “I fuckinghatethe thought of you in that cage.”
Carter nibbles on his lip, looking down at his moose.Is this a test?“I… deserve it, sir. I was bad.”
“You were.” Sir curls a finger beneath Carter’s chin, gently lifting until their eyes are locked. “But I think you’ve learned your lesson. Haven’t you sweetheart?”
“Ihave, sir.” Carter nods rapidly. “I have. Never again. I’ll never run from you again. And I’ll try so hard to not break any other rules, sir. Really hard.”
Unless he’s going fucking crazy, Carter swears he sees relief in sir’s expression. “Then, no point in the cage, wouldn’t you say?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.” Sir cups Carter’s face with his big hands again, looking at Carter like… like Carter doesn’t evenknow. Not like a monster, that’s for sure. “You’ll sleep in my bed tonight. Right beside me. Where you belong. How does that sound?”
Carter doesn’t bother to bite his smile back. “So good, sir. Thank you.”
“Mmm.” Sir runs his thumb along the curve of Carter’s mouth before standing up. “Climb up on the bed. Lay on your stomach in the center. I’ll be right back.”
Carter’s stomach swoops, but he obeys without hesitation. Honestly, there’s a part of him – a shamefully large part – that would be okay if sir wants him to do this so he can fuck him. It’ll hurt his sore hole, and probably the abused skin of his backside, but he’s desperate to be touched, desperate for sir to pay attention to him, desperate to be forgiven.
By the time sir returns, Carter has himself hyped up for sex. To be used by sir. Maybe even hurt by him some more.
Instead, sir urges him to prop himself up on his elbows and hands him a water with a straw. He tells Carter to take slow sips before moving toward Carter’s ass, beginning to apply a cool gel over his skin in slow strokes. Carter drops his head between his shoulders, humming in pleasure at the heavenly relief on his injured bottom. Sir chuckles, the sound almost…fond. It does strange things to Carter’s mind. In fact, everything regarding sir seems to be doing that tonight.
“Sir?” Carter gets the courage to ask, praying he’s not about to fuck everything up.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Are you going to… use me?”
Sir’s hand pauses in the center of Carter’s left ass cheek, a heavy silence falling around them. Carter squeezes his eyes shut.Idiot, idiot, idiot.
“Do you want me to use you?”
“I-” Carter stops himself, unsure of what he wants. He knows one thing at least. “I just want to be better for you, sir. I want you to forgive me.”
A soft hum comes from sir. Then his hand returns to smoothing the gel over Carter’s hot skin. Carter assumes the subject is dropped. That’s why he’s surprised when sir gently parts his ass cheeks and touches a wet thumb to Carter’s hole. “You’re too sore for me to use you tonight, sweetheart. I didn’t prep you well enough in the dungeon, and that plug is shit. You’re all red back here.”
Just days ago, Carter would have felt a deep, burning humiliation at a man talking about his hole like that. It barely even registers now. “I can take it, sir. I can be strong for you.”
Sir’s sigh is almost wistful. “I have no doubt that you can. But you don’t need to. Now hold still. I’m going to put some gel on your pretty hole to make it feel better.”
Carter shivers, cheeks burning at the words of… praise? It sounds like praise. Dirty praise, but praise nonetheless.Having a pretty hole as a pleasure slave is surely a good thing, right?
The gel feels strange on his hole. Soothing, but also a tiny bit stingy as it starts to dry. When he whimpers, sir hushes him softly, peppering soft kisses to his abused ass cheeks until he’s melting into the mattress.
“You’re so good for me, sweetheart,” sir mumbles as he shifts over Carter’s body to kiss the dimples above his ass. “You’re so good.” He kisses up the curve of Carter’s spine. “That’s why I was so shocked this morning.” He takes the water from Carter, placing it on the table beside the bed. “I was afraid I lost you.” He settles his weight against Carter, his erection hot and heavy against Carter’s abused ass cheeks. His lips skate along his shoulder blades. First the left. Then the right. “No doing that again, okay, sweetheart?” He kisses the nape of Carter’s neck. The side of his throat. “Be a good boy for me.” He kisses below Carter’s right ear. Behind it. The shell of it. The lobe. “You can do that, can’t you, sweetheart? Hmmm?” He kisses Carter’s temple, his hips rolling, Carter gasping as he feels precum spread across his burning skin. “Can you be my good boy?”
“Yes,” Carter gasps, over and over, moaning and trembling beneath him. “Yes, yes, yes. Sir, sir, please.Please.”
“Please?” sir rasps, his voice hoarse for some reason.
“Let me make you feel good. Please. Please sir, can I make you feel good?”
