Page 100 of Crossed Sticks

He bounced his eyebrows before crawling up the bed to open the nightstand drawer. “Let’s see what we’ve got here. We’ll need this.” He tossed a bottle of lube over beside me, and after rummaging around, he gave a cry of victory. “Aha! Here we go.” The drawer slammed shut, and he shimmied back down beside me. “Just what the doctor ordered,” he said, holding up his find—a set of nipple clamps on a long chain.

“Damn.” We’d used them before, and to say I loved them was an understatement. “You want to use those?” I asked. “Don’t know if I can take it.”

He planted a kiss on the corner of my mouth. “Do I hear ‘plastic,’ or just my baby getting worked up?”

“Definitelynotplastic.” There was no point in denying I was thrilled, since my throbbing cock had already given it away.

Lying down beside me, Luca pushed up on an elbow and rubbed a palm over my abs. “Timeout. Iloveyou, Harper. You’re the most important thing in my life. I’d do anything to please you, but I never want you feeling pressured to say yes unless it’s something you want.”

“I know. I want this, and I’d tell you if I didn’t. You know how much I’ve loved it before.”

He nodded and pressed a kiss to my lips. “Okay, then. Timeout over?”

“Fuck yeah. Use me, Luca.”

He gave me a cross look. “What’ve you been up to, straight guy? Were you fucking your girlfriend again?”

I scratched my belly. “What can I say? I get horny.”

“You also get fucking punished. Turn over.”

I’d barely flipped onto my stomach when he slapped my ass. “You’ve been goddamn naughty, and your ass is mine.”

He started in, slapping both cheeks repeatedly, the sharp cracks echoing off the brick walls. I arched my back and grunted at the sting, but when he picked up speed, my grunts turned into a string of curses. He still didn’t stop, breaking into a frenzy of spanks so hard and fast that my curses morphed into cries. It was hard to breathe between yells because my ass was on fire. When he finally stopped, I collapsed onto the bed, struggling for air. My eyes were teary, and I’d broken a sweat. “Shit,” I choked out. “That fucking hurt.”

“Maybe you learned your lesson, then.”

I’d never be able to explain how much I loved Luca’s spankings, but they liberated a part of me that getting fucked didn’t. I could probably add a bright red ass to the hickey my buddies would see at the rink, but to hell with it. One day, Mason came into the shower with what were clearly paddle marks onhis ass, and nobody said a word. That’s one of the unwritten rules—what happens in your bedroom stays in your bedroom.

After licking the sore spots on my butt cheeks, Luca told me to turn onto my back. Smirking, he ghosted the fingertips of both hands across my chest before he struck like lightning, latching on to my nipples and twisting them viciously. After I cursed again, he said, “Look at these fucking nipples, standing up like bullets.” He picked up the clamps, a chain with a pincer on either side, and dangled them over me. “Ready for this, straight guy?”

“No, please don’t.” I didn’t sound at all convincing, but things changed when he snapped the first clamp into place. “Fuck, Luca. Goddammit.” I was being dramatic, but that was part of the game.

He tugged on the chain hard enough to make me flinch, then imprisoned the other nipple with its clamp.

“Please take them off. I promise to break up with my girlfriend.”

“We have to make real sure you remember this time. Spread your legs.”

I moved them apart, and he crawled in between, tracing a finger around the head of my cock and then sucking the precum off. Smacking his lips, he settled down and took me in his mouth all at once.

He set a medium pace, and I settled into the exquisite pleasure of getting my dick sucked. Without warning, he tugged the chain holding the clamps in place. It pinched, but along with the sting, there was a thrill. He kept it up, suck and tug, making me dizzy with the cascade of sensations. Soon, the feelings collided—desire and dread, pleasure and burn. They spiraled into a breathtaking whirlwind that gripped me from the inside out.

I threw my head back and groaned, but instead of enjoying the ecstasy, I gasped when he pulled off my cock.

“The fuck? Please don’t stop.”

He got into a sitting position and motioned for me to do the same.

“No. Suck me more.”

“Sit. Now.”

After I used a hand to push myself up, he pulled the long chain downward until it was under my dick. When he tugged my cock down, the clips bit into my nipples, making me groan. He held my dick in place while the burn radiated through my chest. Finally, he let go and my cock bounced up, releasing the tension and easing the bite.

“Fuck!” The sharp ache in my nipples made my dick harder, and I couldn’t suppress a whine.

He licked my lower lip and then kissed me while he repeated the motions. I moaned through the discomfort.

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