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I make a snap decision. “Come with me.” Blaze hears the command in my voice and carefully moves out from underneath Jaxon. I take a second to kiss his soft lips, amazed at how well he took Blaze tonight. Blaze reaches for his boxers, and I grab his arm. “You won’t be needing those.”
Realization dawns on Blaze, and his back snaps ramrod straight. “You don’t have to do this now.”
“No, I don’t,” I agree. “But I want to. Go downstairs and wait for me.” With a jerky nod, Blaze leaves the bedroom. I sit on the side of the bed and watch Jaxon sleep. He has a frown line between his brows and his hand searches for Blaze. I pull out my phone to send a text, and minutes later, Eli walks into the room. Without a word, he slides onto the bed and wraps himself around Jaxon. Jaxon’s face smooths out, and he snuggles closer. “Thank you,Dragotsennyy.”
“Take care of him, Kane. He needs you now more than ever.”
“I know.” I kiss Eli slowly, making him whimper into my mouth. “Take care of our boy.”
I get up from the bed and start going down the stairs, unbuttoning my shirt as I go. I know exactly what Blaze needs, and I’m more than ready to give it to him. I push the playroom door open, and Blaze is already leaning over the tall bench with his ass out. I go to him, fastening his arms to the wall in front of him and his legs to the table. I’m the only one Blaze will ever let do this to him, and I’ll make sure he realizes how much I appreciate that trust.
I slide my shirt off and throw it onto the bench in front of him. My pants go next, leaving me in nothing but my boxer briefs. I go to the armoire and pull out everything that I’m going to need. I line it up in front of Blaze so he can see what I’m going to do. “Today wasn’t your fault.”
“I should have been able to read him better.”
I grab the paddle and, without a word, slap Blaze’s ass hard. He jerks against the bench, but he doesn’t make a sound. “You can’t read everything all the time. He used his safeword, and you stopped. That’s all that matters.”
“It never should have gotten to that point!” Blaze yells, jerking against the binds. “I fucked up.”Smack. Smack. Smack.
“No, you didn’t. Even in sleep, Jaxon searched for you when you left the room. Do you really think if he blamed you, that would have been the case?”Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.“None of us knew what he went through as a child, but now we do. This is how you find limits,Moya lyubov’.” I smooth a hand over Blaze’s red ass, and he finally lets a moan slip free. “You should have told me how loud the voices were.” Blaze’s entire body tenses at the switch in topic.Smack. Smack. Smack. Smack.I get harder with each smack of the paddle, making his hips grind into the bench. Blaze gets off on the pain, so I know he won’t argue. He doesn’t reply, so I throw the paddle on the table and grab the lube along with a thick butt plug.
Blaze’s eyes try to track my movement, but I move out of his line of sight. I rip the packaging for the plug open and squirt a generous amount of lube on it. Tossing the lube back onto the bench, I position the plug at his hole. I push forward and feel him baring down, accepting it inside his body. I watch him stretch to accommodate the thick plug and kiss each cheek when it’s seated entirely inside him. “Holy shit,” Blaze moans, trying to wiggle his hips to get friction. “That thing is fucking big, Kane.” I smack Blaze’s ass. “Sorry, Boss.”
I step up behind Blaze and line my cock that’s bulging against my boxers with the end of the plug. I start thrusting into it like I’m fucking him, pushing the plug even deeper, and he starts making those moans that drive me insane. “That’s it,Moya lyubov’.Let me fucking hear you.”
“Boss,” he moans. “It feels so fucking good.”
“You like having your asshole stretched for me? When I’m done, you’re going to be begging me to fuck that pretty hole.”
“Goddamn. I missed you, Boss.”
“I’m always here.” I rub my hands up his back, watching goosebumps pop up on his skin. “I’m not going anywhere.” I pull back abruptly, making Blaze whimper. I grab the flogger from in front of him, and he’s already pushing his ass out as much as he can. I step back and let it fly, letting it fall on his back. I hit him four times in rapid succession, and he cries out. This is not even close to the space I need to take him to shut the voices up, and he’s never used his safeword with me. I usually have to stop it when I feel I’ve pushed him too far.
I keep hitting him with the flogger on the back, ass, and thighs. Hitting the lever on the table, I kick his legs further apart, making his ass drop and exposing him further. I lock it back and let the tip of the leather straps of the flogger flick against his balls. Blaze jerks, and he’s making noises each time they land. “The next time you need me, you’ll come to me. Do you understand?”
“Yes! Fuck yes. Don’t stop.” I keep going, flipping the flogger back and forth over his skin until sweat is beading on my forehead. I can’t even describe the noises that are leaving Blaze’s mouth. He’s muttering under his breath, babbling incoherently, and moaning so fucking loud that it vibrates through me. Blaze’s body starts shaking, and I step back, making him jerk against the bench. “NO! Please! Boss, please! Make them stop!” I can hear the sheer panic in his voice and weigh my options. His skin is a bright cherry red, with some welts starting to pop up from the flogger. I’m not close to breaking the skin, but I don’t know how much more he can take. “Boss,” Blaze cries, and it’s my undoing. “Make them shut up.”
I reach down, untie his ankles, then his arms. I grab his bicep to stand him and drag him to the middle of the room. “Arms up,” I bark. Blaze's pupils are huge; he’s panting with each breath. He stretches his arms over his head, and I strap his wrists. When I walk away, Blaze starts calling out for me. “Shhh. I’m just grabbing something.” Blaze has always had some sort of separation anxiety from me unless he has Eli and now Jaxon. But when I get him in the space, I can barely move without him freaking out. I grab the spreader bar, lube, walk back to him, and kneel to strap it to his ankles. I move it apart until he’s in a half-split and lock it into place. I take a second to appreciate his strong body strapped in front of me with his colorful tattoos swirling all over his skin. He started getting them when he realized pain shut the voices up. Even when that stopped helping, he still continued getting them, turning his body into a beautiful canvas. Moving back behind him, I squirt lube onto my hand and wrap it around his cock.
I start stroking him hard and fast, bringing him to the edge and then stopping. “Oh fuck,” Blaze gasps. I start the process all over again, making sure I’m keeping pressure on the plug with my still-covered cock. When I stop this time, he starts jerking his hips, trying to fuck my fist. I smack the top of it, making it bounce like crazy. Blaze cries out, grinding against me. I grab the flogger again and walk to stand in front of him. His eyes are wild when they lock with mine, and I see the crazy right on the surface.
I pull back and flick my wrist, letting the leather straps hit his pecs. Blaze’s head drops back on his shoulders, whining under his breath. I follow a path down his chest and abs, stop, and slap the top of his dick again. It’s rock hard, pointing at me with pre-cum leaking from the tip. I reach up and undo one wrist. “Stroke your cock but stop when I tell you.”
Blaze locks a hand around himself and starts jacking his cock brutally. His hand is so tight that the veins in his forearms are standing out, and when he gets to the head, he squeezes. I shove my boxers off, kick them away, and wrap a hand around my own cock. With one hand, I start stroking, and with the other, I flick my wrist and keep turning Blaze’s chest red. Blaze’s abs start bunching. “Stop,” I demand, and with a shaky hand, he drops his cock.
I smack it hard three times, and Blaze yells. “Yes! That’s it!”
“Again,” I demand. He wraps his hand around his cock again. We start stroking until our strokes line up. I keep the flogger going, turning his chest as red as his back. When his abs start bunching this time, I wait until his mouth drops open. “Stop.” I smack his hand away and wrap my hand around his balls, squeezing. “Is this what you want,Moya lyubov’?”
“Yes,” Blaze hisses.
“Is what happened with Jaxon your fault?”
“No, Boss.”
“Will you come to me when they get bad again?”
“Yes, Boss. I promise.”
