Page 13 of Hurting Hunter
Hunter considered his words. “There’s no monitoring here?”
“Staff will roam the hallways and check the room at intervals but there’s no constant supervision like in the Dungeon.” Ethan stroked down Hunter’s arm, took his hand, and played with his fingers as he continued, “We take security seriously but also privacy. It’s a bit of challenge to balance them both, but I’m happy to say haven’t had any major incidents to date.”
Hunter nodded. “That’s good to hear. And no reservations whatsoever.”
Ethan used Hunter’s arm as a leash to pull him closer and cupped his crotch with the other hand. Gliding his hand up and down over the stiff bulge, he squeezed and massaged the ridged flesh.
Hunter moaned, and his legs trembled. If he wasn’t careful, he would embarrass himself by coming in his pants. After moments of torturous pleasure, Ethan’s hands gripped the hem of Hunter’s shirt and pulled it up and over his head.
Skimming his gaze over the revealed flesh, Ethan’s hands fell to Hunter’s waist and tackled his fly. The tight-fitting denim caught on Hunter’s erection before Ethan shoved the material down Hunters legs, trapping his feet with the jeans.
“May… erm… can… can I touch you, Sir?”
“You may take of my shirt and jacket, but not my pants.”
Hunter licked his lips. Almost reverently, he raised his arms and brushed Ethan’s jacket from his shoulders. Beneath his hands, the body was hard and soft at the same time and deviously warm. With glee, he unbuttoned Ethan’s dress shirt, revealing tantalizing patches of smooth, inked skin. As the fabric fell away, Hunter almost swallowed his tongue. Ethan’s body was a work of art, both in the metaphysical and the literal sense. Ripped in all the right places and perfectly sculpted for pleasure, the man’s skin had been a canvas for an amazingly skilled artist. Hunter wanted to explore each tattoo with his eyes, fingers, and tongue. He wanted to discover them all and learn the meaning behind them.
However, before he could act on his desire and indulge himself, Ethan grabbed both of his hands, brought them behind his back, and began to push him toward the bed with slow but determined steps. Hindered by his jeans, Hunter scuffled back clumsily until his back hit the cross. Despite the discomfort, Hunter delighted in the assertive attitude.
It was a total relief to hand over the reins to someone as strong and capable as Ethan. The fact that the man looked like a wet dream was just a bonus—albeit a pleasant one.
Goosebumps rose on Hunter’s flesh, sending tingles over his entire body as he lost himself in the rhythm of their embrace. Like the last time, Ethan buckled black leather cuffs around Hunter’s wrists and secured his arms above his head. There was something intoxicating about the helplessness. Being in a private room gave a dangerous edge to their play. Hunter loved every aspect of it.
Ethan leaned in. His lips traced a path down Hunter’s jaw and neck, across his collarbone and over his chest, gently teasing his nipples with his tongue. Hunter’s breath caught in his throat, and his body arched toward the pleasure of Ethan’s touch as much as the bindings allowed him.
“Nuh-uh,” Ethan admonished. “You take what you get, not what you want.” He spanked Hunter’s crotch.
Jesus!
Pain lashed through his groin and up his spine like a lightning bolt.
Hunter moaned and Ethan laughed. “Liked that, huh, boy?”
To Hunter’s sheer surprise, Ethan slapped his cock several times, each hit a little bit harder than the last one.
“Fuucckk!” he roared.
“That’s it.” Ethan pinched Hunter’s nipples with a punishing grip. “Let me hear you.”
“Yes, Sir!” Hunter shouted like he was some damn army recruit.
Almost an hour later, Ethan staggered under the weight of Hunter’s body as he released the submissive from his binds and helped him onto the mattrass. Hunter slowly blinked as Ethan held a bottle of Gatorade to his mouth.
Grinning, Ethan urged, “Drink, subbie.”
Hunter blinked again, before obeying.
Ethan settled beside him on the bed, as he helped support his weight and made sure the man rehydrated.
“You’ve been such a good boy for me. Just perfect.” Ethan pressed Hunter’s head against his shoulder as he whispered words of praise, letting the man come back from subspace.
Inside his pants, Ethan’s cock lay heavy against his belly, but the fucker had to be patient for a little while longer before Ethan could whip it out. Hunter needed to have his wits about him for what was coming next.
Feeding Hunter a square of dark chocolate, Ethan watched as his movements became less sluggish and his eyes became more alert. The gorgeous hazel pools were now an almost evergreen tint with barely any hints of brown and grey. Ethan found it fascinating how they kept changing and seemed to reflect Hunter’s every mood.
“Sir?”
Ethan’s lips quirked. “Back with me?”
