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I stepped back into range and tried to turn him around with a hand on his bitten shoulder. The man resisted,of fucking course, so I let the crop fall lightly across his half hard cock.
That earned me a yelp, a snarled Mazekhstani curse, and a very promptly turned back.
I tried to hide my laugh at the clear indignance in his stance. If he let himself relax, he might find he enjoyed this to no end, but that wasn’t the Nathanael Velichkov way. No, my wildcat would fight even blissful pleasure to his last breath.
“Mathias,” I purred, pressing my mouth to the back of his neck and reaching around to give his cock two long, deep strokes. It came alive in my hand and Mat shuddered again as I trailed the crop across his stomach, letting him familiarise himself with its shape and texture.
“I promise I’ll make this as good for you as it will be for me,” I swore to the perfect, quivering northerner bound naked in front of me, and then added, “eventually.”
Because Mat’s inherent determination to resist meant it wouldn’t be anything but painful in the beginning. There was nothing I could do about that but help him through it.
“Ren?”
“Yes,mi cielo?”
“Will you stop if I ask you to?” My lover’s voice was quiet, trembling, but the way his cock stood hard and throbbing under my fingers told me that I wasn’t imagining the slight note of excitement I could also detect.
I thought about his words, turning them over in my mind and dissecting the tone.
“No,” I said, knowing I’d got it right when Mathias let out a soft little moan. Fuck, the man really was perfect. He was terrified of what was going to happen, but he also craved it, and I couldn’t ask for more.
A good thing too, as I wasn’t going to be able to hold out for much longer. I wanted my brat screaming, and I wanted itnow.
I leaned in and caught Mat’s chin, jerking his face towards me so I could be sure he’d register my next words. “Not unless you use your safe word,” I said meaningfully, and he nodded.
I knew he would say it if he needed to, as he had two weeks ago when in the heat of the moment my taunting had drawn uncomfortably close to degradation. I’d spent the next couple of hours whispering reassurances and praise into his ear as I reminded him of everything I loved about him, delighted when we discovered that him exercising that trust had only heightened the enjoyment we took in our subsequent play.
“Please go slow-”
I cracked the crop hard across his ass before he could finish the ridiculous request. This wasn’t like learning to ride a fucking horse. There was noslow, unless he wanted to be tickled with the damn thing.
Also a thought.
But not one I was in the mood for just now. I was all pent-up energy and ferocious cruelty, and the sound of Mathias’ surprised yelp soothed everything that was loudly raging inside me.
Without another word, I delivered three more quick strikes to his thighs, ass, and back, causing Mat to twitch in the ropes as he cried out with each one. I ran a hand over the marks, gratified by the heat beneath my fingers, and even more so when he didn’t tell me to stop.
His cock was already dripping, soaking in the pain and pleasure of the hits. I dragged my finger over the top of his alert, leaking crown, gathering the pre-cum and then feeding it to him. He sucked my finger greedily, making such gorgeous noises as he did so.
Fuck. I found it so hard to hold back with this man, escalating things that I should have properly taken years to introduce him to, considering he’d never even been up close and personal with a cock until mine. From the occasional comments Mathias had made about his lovers back in Stavroyarsk, it was clear he’d never done anything beyond the plainest vanilla acts, and I was starting to discover the reasons why.
One, Mat was not bisexual. He’d slept with Zovisasha and Lilia because that was expected of him in the north and because he’d needed to find his release somehow, but pussies and tits were clearly not what he was interested in. Whenever we walked past couples in various states of undress around the palace, it was only the men who turned his head.
And two, he could endure anything, but only if he was pushed to do so. On his own initiative, he’d never dip a damn toe over the line, and that was a Blessed shame.
Which is why it was such a good thing that I had claim on him now. I wouldn’t let Mathias settle for mediocrity when I could drag him, preferably kicking and screaming, to the heights of pleasure and beyond the limits of his imagination and any sense of decency. Pain brought him to life, spurring him into a vibrant, desperate,beautifulmess.
I rolled my shoulders and flicked the crop below the base of his spine several times in quick succession, landing the blows hard enough to draw more pained cries from his lips. On the fifth strike to the same place, Mat twisted in the ropes to prevent me from hurting him there further, just as I had expected him to do, and I offered a darkly delighted laugh as I took advantage of the new position to rain down hits across his chest, making sure to catch the leather against both of his nipples.
“Blyat,Ren!”Mat snarled, trying to pull away, but the rope wasn’t long enough for him to escape. My – what was the word he’d used earlier? – myplaythinghad to remain where I’d put him, a toy all trussed up for me to torment, and my cock liked that. A lot.
I leant down and took one of his nipples into my mouth, grazing my teeth against the sensitised bud. My lover bucked against me but I held him in place, licking and biting and tugging it between my teeth. I knew the skin would be burning from the crop, agonising in its tenderness, and my rough, unceasing attentions to that same spot finally drew the anticipated scream from my boy’s mouth.
But there were so many other delicious parts of him that I wanted to hurt, and seeing as Mat wasn’t smart enough to turn back around when I finally, reluctantly, pulled my teeth away, I directed the crop across his still hard cock and underneath to his balls.
He danced backwards as far as the rope would let him, hissing out his indignation. I took pity on him and directed the next strikes across his inner thighs instead.
“Fuck off with that shit!” my brat yelled, and I grinned, giving him another hard swat.
