Page 6 of Hurting Hunter
Keeping an eye on Hunter’s balance, Ethan watched as the man complied. The muscles of his thighs and back bunched and flexed but Hunter didn’t seem to have any problem holding the position. From his back pocket, Ethan pulled a disposable glove and smeared a dollop of lube on it. Holding Hunter’s hip with the opposite hand, Ethan used his gloved fingers to rim Hunter’s ass. Adding more lube each time, he inserted first one, then two and finally three fingers, pumping and scissoring them. His eyes almost crossed at the strong squeeze around the digits. Smacking Hunter on his ass cheek, he pulled out. Just because he liked the pink hue his handprint left; he repeated the move on the other side. “Must make sure you’re symmetrical, eh?” Delving his hand between Hunter’s legs with the ungloved hand, he played with the man’s ball sack and testicles until his legs began to tremble. “Hang on for a moment.” Ethan walked away to dispose of his glove.
Using the rest from the lube package, he prepared the plug before working it carefully into Hunter’s ass.
“How are you doing, boy?”
Hunter wiggled as much as the floor chains allowed him. “Green, Sir.”
“Now that’s nice to hear.” Ethan landed four hard spanks in quick succession on Hunter’s buttocks, before helping him straighten. When Hunter was upright, Ethan tightened the chains, until the biker was standing with his arms in the air in a V.
“Tug on the chains.”
Hunter did as ordered.
“Still green?”
“Yes, Sir.”
Gliding his eyes over Hunter’s body, checking for color and unnatural tension, Ethan told him, “Let me know if anything changes for you or if you feel any tingling or numbness.”
“I will, Sir.”
His legs trembling, Hunter used the chains to help support his weight. His dick throbbed like a motherfucker and his nipples burned with the aftereffects of Ethan’s ruthless, but skillful handling. The man was mastering his body like nobody else had ever done.
His asshole burned around the base of the plug, but the heavy weight of the foreign object inside wasn’t unpleasant.
Ethan moved behind him. Time seemed suspended, before the first hits landed on his shoulders. A multitude of strands thudded against his flesh with a force just shy of pain. Hunter dropped his head as he tried to process the sensation. Avoiding his spine and kidneys, Ethan worked down his back, ending with some serious hard slaps to his ass and upper legs.
Then… nothing…
Breathing hard, Hunter tried to lift his head and look behind him. His brain was sluggish, and his body didn’t want to obey his mental order.
Ethan appeared in front of him. A gorgeous sight of rolled-up sleeves, pumped forearms, and a heavy flogger. “How are we doing, boy?”
Boy… Hunter’s lips curved. With his fucked-up background and childhood, he had to be a man at the age of three. But he didn’t mind the nickname.
His mouth curved into what had to be a dopey smile. “Green, Sir.”
A masculine hand wrapped around the base of his cock and slid to the tip and back, using a bit of his precum as lubrication. “Fuck!” he garbled.
“Be. Silent.”
Ethan stepped back and worked the flogger over the front of his body. Hunter bit back a curse when the tip of a strand wickedly struck his left nipple. As if to show it hadn’t been an accidental touch, the flogger stung his other nipple in exactly the same way. It was too much, and it wasn’t enough.
He almost jumped out of his skin when the thing in his back hole started to vibrate. His eyes snapped open and collided with Ethan’s midnight-blue gaze. Why the man preferred to cover those gorgeous orbs with sunglasses was beyond him.
With a grin, the detective Dom held up a small device and punched a button. The vibrations in his ass changed its rhythm—it was a fucking remote control.
Keeping their gazes locked, Ethan switched the pattern a few times, until settling on a deep buzzing that seemed to reverberate through Hunter’s lower body as if it encased his entire groin. More precum leaked from the head of his cock and trickled warmly down the inside of his leg.
“Remember not to come.”
Hunter curled his hands into fists and fought back his primal urges.
“Such a good little biker boy.”
Unclipping something that looked like a rounded paintbrush from his belt, Ethan gripped the base of Hunter’s cock with his left hand and ran the tips of the brush over Hunter’s shaft.
“Oh. My. God!” Hunter shouted.
