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“Better hope that some of my cum is still left for extra lubrication, eh, boy?”
I knew he didn’t expect an answer, which was good, because I didn’t have enough air in my lungs to make a word. My mouth was open, though, and I was salivating on the blanket on the bunk bed. The blanket was coarse against my lips, wool I thought it was. It brushed cruelly on my lips, that were still pretty chapped from the bit being in my mouth for so long.
Everything hurt in that moment though, and my lips just jumped on the bandwagon.
It couldn’t have been more than an inch inside me, but it felt like a log was halfway up to my throat. I kept quiet, not by choice, but Noah didn’t. “Damn, baby, this is beautiful. Your hole is so wide open. All I can picture is putting my fist inside you.”
There he was again, talking about fisting me. I could see it too, and by the way my ass felt, it was like it was already happening. He pushed it up a little more, then stopped, biting on my shoulder.
By the time it was almost in, well, as far as he was going to push it, I was panting hard, whining, pulling at the ropes that held me in place, and I didn’t realize any of it until a calloused hand was petting my back. “Settle, boy. Settle. It’s okay, you’re taking it just fine.”
“So… so big, Sir. So big.”
“Yes, it is, and you’re taking it. You’re fucking amazing, boy. I’m so proud of you. Are you okay? You need me to take it out?”
I shook my head because I knew that’s not what I wanted. I wanted the damn thing, because, if for no other reason, Noah was loving it.
He fucked me with it, and as it moved in and out of me, my ass seemed adjusting, and it didn’t burn as much. I started to relax enough that my body wasn’t close to shattering, and my jaw unclenched.
It was big. The damn thing was bigger than the one we’d bought, the one he’d used on me only once. Noah was impatient with some things, as much as he was patient with so many other things.
“Why… why now?”
“Because you can take it. I know you can take what I give you, Eli. You’re a lot stronger than you think you are. It’s not all about pain for you.”
It wasn’t. I loved pain, sure, but it was about the control.
Lost in the feeling of being controlled, being pushed past limits that I knew I didn’t want… that was us. He’d always push me, and I’d always give into him.
The dildo disappeared in my ass, and my ass took it much easier, and it slid in and out of me without my feeling like I was being split in two. Noah saw this, pride flowing from him. “Good boy, Eli. You’re a good boy for me. You want to be my crawling slave, huh? You want me to dominate every second of your day and night? Well, that’s just fine by me, except I’ll be good to my slave. I’ll hold him and love him like no one else ever could.”
I started to cry, and it was a buildup of emotions that came out then. Joy, like I never thought I could feel, gratitude, repentance, love, relief. All of it came out of me, and soon, so did the dildo.
When it did, I felt like I’d dropped to my knees. It was taken, and with it, so much of what had been holding me back all the time before I’d met Noah. He pet me some more, the same motion he did with Spirit when he was settling the stallion to take the bridle.
“Good boy. Legs are shaking. Can you keep going? That flogger is gonna hurt like a motherfucker.”
“I’m good to go, Sir. I need the pain if you want me to come.”
“It’s not me, boy. If you want to come once before these two months, that’s on you to do while I’m whipping you. I could just as soon get that cage on your cock and balls.”
“No, Sir! I’ll take the whipping!”
“Okay, then. Let’s get this done with. I’m getting hungry for supper.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Thetailsoftheflogger touched my skin softly, a wisp of feeling over my fresh back, but then it was set down while Noah added wood to the fire. “Maybe I should brand you,” he said so matter-of-factly that I thought I’d heard him wrong.
I didn’t say a thing, as my mind went blank. I could only picture it being trussed in that cage in the barn while Noah brought out the branding iron…
“Oh, not now, of course. Too soon. Gotta make sure you want to stay around here with me a bit longer, but I could see it, the stamp of the Double O right on your back.”
I blinked, unable to believe what I was hearing. In one way, I was shocked he’d ever suggest it, but another part of me thought quickly, realizing how… permanent that was. What did it mean? He was as true to his word about wanting me… forever.
I got a slap to the ass right before he picked the flogger back from the bed. “What do you think of that, boy?”
What did I think of it? “I… Sir, really?”
