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riddled stranger?” I demand, throwing my hands up in exasperation.
He scowls at me and picks theCorn Flakesback up, pouring some into a bowl. “No.”
“Okay, good. So that’s settled. Now, back to the fisting.”
“YOU’RE REALLYsure you want to do this?” Alastor asks me for about the eightieth time.
I roll my eyes. “Yes, I’m really sure.”
“We don’t have to do it just because it’s on the list. I mean—”
“Alastor.” I cut him off, staring intently into his sky-blue gaze. “I want this. And not just because of the list. Not because I’m trying to prove something or whatever. Iwantit.” I lift my hands to run over the hard ridges and planes of his torso, savouring the feel of his warm skin under my fingers. “I can’t explain it, exactly, but Ineedit.”
If it were anyone else, I might felt self-conscious about my admission, but Lester’s heard me beg for way more embarrassing things than a fist in my arse. Besides, I know if there’s anyone who’d never judge me for this it’s Alastor.
The corner of his mouth quirks up, eyes flaring with desire. “Okay, then.” He climbs off me and I let out a little whimper at the loss of him, but as I watch his naked form stalk across the bedroom, I realise he’s merely retrieving some supplies. A brand-new bottle of lube, and...other things.
He climbs back onto the bed, tossing everything to one side. “Remember you can use your safe word at any time. Kebab,” he reminds me, as though he’s worried the reason I haven’t used it to this point is that I’ve forgotten what it is.
I offer a soft smile. “I know.” I don’t offer him any other assurances because I know he won’t want to hear them.Iknow I won’t be using my safe word, because I know Alastor’s not going to push me beyond where I want to go. But if the reminder makes him more comfortable, so be it.
The second the cuffs close around my wrist, a familiar thrill rushes through me. My hands aren’t connected this time, instead Alastor uses long chains attached to either wrist to spread my arms wide and secure me to either side of the bed. I can only assume he’s hooking the other ends of the chains to bed legs or something because the head- board is one solid piece that doesn’t have any bars or anything to link to.
Once Alastor’s happy with the way I’m secured, he produces the blindfold and places it over my eyes. Every- thing is heightened now. Every touch. Every breath. Every whisper .
I feel his lips brush against my jaw and it makes me shiver .
“Still good?” he murmurs. “Yeah.”
“Ready for the next bit?” “Shit, yeah.”
I’m not sure exactly what order Alastor plans to do everything in tonight, but I’ll take anything at any time.
I feel him shuffling down my body, and then he takes my dick in hand and gives it a gentle stroke, prompting me to let out a soft groan. The gentleness doesn’t last t long, however. A moment later I feel a sharp sting. For a second I think he’s using the nipple clamps again, but then I register that this feels different to that. Still an exhilarating kind of pain, but different.
It’s a rubber band, I realise after a few more bites of pain. It’s such a simple option, but it’s the perfect way to deliver a quick, sharp sting to my most sensitive area. And he can do it, over, and over, and over. Until I’m writhing around on the bed, tears streaming down my face, my dick throbbing in pain from the relentless attack. And still, it’s not enough. Not nearly enough.
Alastor finally stops, even though I beg him not to, and when he closes his mouth over me the torture is a million times worse. My dick is so fucking sensitive from the relent- less attack with the rubber band, so this new sensation is sending me to overload.
“No. No. Can’t,” I babble, thrashing my head from side to side, even as my body instinctively thrusts up to push deeper into Alastor’s mouth. “Too much.”
He ignores me, of course; if I really want him to stop, I’m going to have to use the safe word. But as over- whelmed as I am right now, of course I don’t actually want to end this.
Reading my mind—or, more likely, my body—Alastor takes my deeper, sucking down harder. At the same time, he reaches between my legs and squeezes my balls, sending a burst of pain shooting through me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He does it again and all I can do is writhe and buck around on the bed, my mind completely scrambled from all the warring sensations I’m currently experiencing.
Finally, Alastor removes his mouth from my dick. And then the rubber band is back. Except this time he doesn’t seem to be just randomly flicking it at me, he’s...tying it around me dick. And not being remotely gentle as he snaps it into place.
The makeshift cock ring isn’t ridiculously tight; just tight enough to be uncomfortable, which is nice. My dick is still throbbing with both pain and intense, overwhelming arousal, and with the circulation restricted like this every- thing feels...more.
I take this moment of peace Alastor’s giving me to try to regain some of my equilibrium before the next onslaught begins. Because that’s definitely what it feels like. An onslaught. An attack. Death by edging.
What a way to go.
Before I can get too carried away by my random thoughts, I feel Alastor manoeuvring my legs back and shifting my hips forward a little. And then I feel slick fingers breaching my hole, reminding me what tonight’s main course is supposed to be.
