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Heat and sweat licked over my body, turning parts of me crimson. “Look at you,” he whispered in wonderment, spreading my hair around my head, and fingering the blush crawling over my face.
“Cole,” I said shakily, my skin pebbling in spite of my warmth. “Do something.”
He knelt over me, salivating as he raked me with his deviant gaze, then swatted my hand away from my cock when I chose to take matters into my own hand.
I curled upward, latching my mouth onto his, and was swiftly pinned to my back by the throat for my trouble. I couldn’t swallow past the compression of his palm.
I batted him away and scurried backward, irritation graduating to fury. “I’m not a fucking toy.”
Cole’s hand locked around my ankle and tugged until my legs bracketed his kneeling form again. He was in a mood tonight. A predator playing with its meal.
My chest heaved, my balls ached for release, and I was losing my grip on my humanity.
He climbed my torso to reach for a padded cuff attached to a length of chain hooked to the bedpost. I snapped my head to the other post, breaths punching through me harder when I spotted the other manacle.When did he have time to do this?
“These are padded,” he explained, holding it up for my inspection. “They won’t leave a bruise.” Not like the three-stranded hemp rope we’d used in the past. I’d worn the marks on my wrists with pride back then, showcasing his dominance over me. I nodded, and he secured the cuff, mindfully leaving enough slack.
The other post was further away, requiring him to scoot higher, bringing his cock in close proximity to my mouth. My tongue darted out wickedly, thieving the precum drenching his extra-thick crown.
“No,” he said sharply, slamming my head to the mattress with a fist in my hair. I lapped at my lips, fucking the air.
Cole made quick work of buckling up my free wrist before retaking his position, his fingers probing along my groin area, seeking the razor thin scar tissue hidden beneath the short thatch of curls there. “Do you remember?” he asked, fondling the wound he’d tapped into so many times the lesion had become permanent.
“Yes,” I said, as he used his nose to sift through my pubes, dipping under my testicles to noisily inhale along my taint as if it were a line of coke. His middle finger voyaged inside my sticky hole.
“Mmmm,” he moaned into my skin, sniffing twice more before coming up for air. His eyes shimmered; he was high off my scent, hair disheveled. My knees dropped to the mattress as I arched my back, all while lowering my lashes in embarrassment. I could never fully kick the shame that came with being turned-on by his perversions. “You know exactly what you do to me, don’t you, angel?” he asked, caressing the heat I could feel along my neck.
He left the bed to haul my ass to the edge of it, then cuffed my ankles, looping the chain around the top of the post, where the canopy began, until my legs were spread wide and raised at a ninety-degree angle. I was strung up and at his mercy.
We’d both softened to a degree during his preparation, and he used the opportunity to fit us both with cock rings. “Cole,” I said in warning, tugging uselessly at my restraints. “I need to come.”
“And you will,” he promised. “You know what to say to make this stop, right?”
Yes,I said in my head, afraid saying it out loud would trigger his brakes. I bobbed my head once instead.
Cole inched back the bench at the bed’s footboard, giving him room to slide in and fold over me. He buried his fists into the mattress, lewdly kissing me until our erections towered at full mast again. The outward restriction of blood flow caused by the cock ring made his dick more pronounced, and I was suddenly thankful for the stretching he’d been giving me all day.
He stepped away and returned with a brand-new bottle of lube, upending it over his hardness and the fingers of his free hand, then jerking himself off while driving and scissoring wet digits inside me. My chains rattled as I tensed from the pleasure and rising swelter attacking my hole.
“Where can I hurt you tonight?” he said, eyeing me apologetically as if the need was out of his hands. “Tell me you need it, too?” He lined his cock up at my apex, breaching me with half of it, but half of him was nothing to scoff at. He gripped two handfuls of my hips, holding me down when I began to tremble with overwhelming need.
The wordsfuck yescouldn’t be used, so in place of it, I lifted my head and nudged my chin toward my straining dick. “There,” I said throatily.
“Here?” he asked to be sure, swirling the pad of a finger through the pre-ejaculate at my slit, his breath quickening at the possibility.
“There,” I confirmed, grains of perspiration spilling over my trembling ribcage. He withdrew from me, and my heavy head fell to the bed, lolling to one side. My nerves were frazzled, anticipation and lust driving me insane.
Something hit the bottom of the mattress, and I struggled to heft my head up again to get a visual.
Cole situated three dildos side by side according to their size, medium, large, and colossal, before withdrawing a custom, pearl-headed needle from its sterile sheath—one of three, I remembered, each eye thicker than the other, and he’d chosen the thinnest. So thin that under normal circumstances it wouldn’t have called blood to the surface, but with so much blood filling my dick and looking for a way out, it’d be enough to satisfy his craving, which in turn would satisfy mine. If careful, I wouldn’t scar, and any reddening would be a thing of the past by morning.
From between my spread legs, Cole licked around my cockhead, and the bedposts creaked as my body spasmed in my chains. “So sensitive,” he said.
I gritted my teeth at the first prick of his needle, my ass cheeks clenching around the medium dildo he’d simultaneously slid inside me to the hilt. He chased the sand grain-sized speck of blood, his taste buds absorbing it before it had a proper chance to breathe. “Relax,” he whispered so low it had to have been a warning for himself. His body quaked with the need to be savage.
He kept his mouth over my dick, thirsty for my blood. A string of saliva stretched from his shiny bottom lip to my glistening crown. “God, I’ve missed you,” he said to my cock, his choppy warm breaths adding fuel to the flame, and with every nick of his needle, and swipe of his tongue, he steadily fucked the dildo in and out of me.
It became a cycle of disjointed, labored ramblings, and sharp hisses as he injured me, then sucked the pain away. By the time we’d escalated to the next dildo, my sweat-slicked body had soaked through the sheets, and Cole was loosely hanging on to his control.
