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“Tres.Good boy.”
This time it was two fingers, and the soreness of my body both protested against and craved the thicker intrusion. I tossed my head back, pulling against the ropes that bound me, and Ren laughed in my ear as I chased his departing fingers.
The next blow drew another scream from my already chafed throat. It was too much,too fucking much, and it hurt but it also sang with such beautiful pleasure, and it didn’t make sense why I wanted the touch of both his fingers and the cane, not when all it was capable of was delivering agony.
But this wasblissfulagony, all strangeness and sensation that rode the limit of my tolerance in an exquisite balance of pain and pleasure.
“Cuatro,”he said.Four.
“You respond so well,” Ren purred as he fucked me with his fingers some more. “It’s almost a shame I have to keep pulling out.”
“So don’t,” I pleaded, but he just hummed contemplatively against my neck.
“I can’t hit you if my hand is in the way,” he pointed out, quite reasonably and ever so unreasonably too, because I wanted his fingers and I wanted the cane and why couldn’t I have both?
Wait. What did I want?
I didn’t know and I didn’t care. I justwanted.
“I know,mi cielo,” Ren murmured, and fuck me, had I said that out loud?
“Next time we do this,” he added, “I’ll put something in here that you can keep in while I hit you, okay?”
I had no idea what the hell that meant, but the blissed-out fog he’d put me in meant it didn’t really matter.
“Won’t be a next time,” I slurred, to remind him that even if he had me at his mercy now, he’d have to fight me all over again to make it happen a second time.
Maybe. Or I could give him the win for once, if he promised to make it feel likethis.
Pleasure spiked, and it was only Ren’s whispered‘cinco’that made me realise he must have pulled out and delivered the final strike. That time, when the cane fell, I’d fallen with it, sinking into a fuzzy mindspace of no worry and no badness and no…thoughts at all.
I couldn’t tell what was happening or when, and everything merged until pain and pleasure felt the same and fuck, if this is what my lover had been aiming to give me the whole time, then he really knew his shit.
Up became down and sideways became reality as the pressure on my wrists eased. Ren laid me on the bed, the blankets soft against my skin and yet excruciating where they rubbed against the welts he’d gifted me with, but when I thought about moving I found everything was far too floaty and happy to bother.
“Your skin is such a pretty red for me,” Ren whispered reverently, running his fingertips along the lines he’d made on it. “So beautiful, Mathias.”
A thick piece of hair had fallen free and framed one side of my king’s face, the rest of it held back in a messy bun. He looked dishevelled and wild, but happy.
I reached for him, needing him closer. Closer thantouching,closer thanclose,and he let out a soft little exhale in my ear as he settled himself between my legs and began to massage out the indentations the rope had left on my wrists.
When he reached down to take himself in hand, I expected to revert to our usual roughness. For him to impale me on his cock and fuck me hard, but when he slid himself home it was with those same slow, deliberate movements, accompanied by gentle neck kisses and affectionate murmurs.
Ren’s gaze was unfocused and soft, and the feeling of him beginning to move against me was sweet perfection. I nuzzled my face into his.
Our hands met, fingers entwining as we sought solace in what we’d built together in a world that would have seen us ripped apart long ago. His foot traced along my bare leg. This was a leisurely indulgence, bringing pleasure to the act itself, and the sensation across my raw skin amplified every sensation.
And when our climaxes found both of us at once and I arched my back with a cry that was echoed by his, I finally let myself surrender, wholly and unequivocally, to King Renato Aratorre.
*
Chapter Fifty-Six
It was late afternoon by the time Mathias roused back to fretfulness from the mellow, contented state our play had put him into, recommencing the chewing of fingernails that were already bitten down to the quick. After I’d admonished him for ruining things that belonged to me, earning myself a disdainful eye roll that would have resulted in him going right back into my ropes if I hadn’t been in such a light mood myself, I let him drag us back up to the top of the eastern tower.
We ascended quite a bit slower than we’d raced down the stairs hours before, Mat wincing with each movement, but the stubborn asshole predictably refused to concede defeat. Hearing his ragged little exhales with every step we took turned me on, knowing that hidden beneath his clothes was the unmistakeable evidence of what we’d done.
And what we’d done had been absolutely fucking fantastic. He’d never gone under as deeply before when we were playing, letting me bathe and feed and hold him forhoursbefore his docile sweetness began to wear off, and even now, amidst the scowls, were soft little half-smiles sent my way that hinted at his happiness.
