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“You could have died, Pony,” Alex said in a quiet voice as he crawled onto the mattress next to Lindsay. His warm lips suddenly found their way onto Lindsay’s chest, opposite his bad shoulder. They wandered across his chest, toward the bullet wound, causing Lindsay to tense slightly. “For a moment, I thought you did.”

Then, he lifted his head and stroked Lindsay’s hair back while they stared at each other. The moment was so pregnant with vulnerability that Lindsaynearly covered his face. In spite of the levels of physical intimacy they had experienced together, moments like this were rare.

Alex smiled in a way that made him shiver. He dipped his head and ran his tongue along the bruised flesh on Lindsay’s shoulder before he bit into the flesh just beside the bandage. Lindsay flinched and let out a puff of air.

“I will remove every single digit of every finger and then then both hands at the wrist on Walter Stanley’s bastard hands,” Alex whispered between bites and kisses that wandered back over Lindsay’s chest. He paused to give keen attention to each of Lindsay’s nipples, licking them and sucking them until Lindsay cried out in pain.

“Yes, Pony.” Alex’s hand glided over the fly of his trousers and gripped his cock, already half hard. “Give me all of it.”

His mouth traveled further down, every inch pumping more and more blood into Lindsay’s cock until it was stiff as marble. He shifted, but stopped at the flare of pain in his shoulder. Then, he laid back and gave himself over totally to Alex’s keen, practiced hands as they undid each button until he had Lindsay’s fly open. Without wasting a moment, Alex’s hand slipped inside and grasped Lindsay’s cock, dragging a moan from him.

“You’ve been such a good boy.” Alex’s hot breath, soft as feathers, sent a surge of blood into his cock. “I’m glad to see your injury has not interfered with your ability to get this gorgeous cock hard.”

He lifted his head just slightly to get a better look at the business Alex was attending to.

“And you’ve been suffering terribly,” Alex went on, hand stroking Lindsay’s cock slowly and carefully, squeezing at the base before traveling back up. “Allow me to help alleviate some of your troubles.”

“Yes,” Lindsay breathed. He held perfectly still while he watched the head of his cock disappear into Alex’s mouth, beautiful lips closing around the shaft and swallowing it down. Lindsay moaned and reached out to touch Alex’s hair. He liked running his fingers through Alex’s soft white hair, rubbing his scalp so that his blue eyes fluttered closed while his head rose and fell gently, and his hand followed his mouth up and down the base of Lindsay’s cock in an earth-shaking rhythm that drew ragged breaths of Lindsay’s body.

An orgasm was starting to build, a sensation that made Lindsay’s weak body begin to tremble. His breaths came faster, sharper. Alex kept his eyes on Lindsay’s, never slowing down or losing his rhythm. Lindsay’s breaths came faster and faster–

Until Alex swallowed his cock all the way and bit down on the shaft so hard it ripped a gravelly noise of pain out of Lindsay’s throat through his gritted teeth. The pain went through him, a horrible shock that quickly turned into a luscious, floating warmth of pleasure.

Alex pulled his mouth off and murmured, “That’s my good Pony.”

“God,” Lindsay choked, shaking from exertion. Sweat was quickly beginning to soak his body. Thirst still burned at the back of his throat, but he shoved the drive forwater aside. “More,” he whispered, watching Alex watching him like a predator watches a soft woodland creature. The pain in his shoulder had faded to background noise, eclipsed by the rush of pleasure that was blocking out anything but the beautiful red of Alex’s mouth engulfing the length of him.

“If that’s what Pony wishes,” Alex said. He gave Lindsay’s cock a squeeze and ghosted his lips down the shaft, sending thrills of pleasure down the shaft and straight up into his balls, causing them to draw up even tighter against his cock. Then, he swallowed him down again, working up to a gorgeous fever pitch of pleasure until Lindsay was once again on the verge, gasping and clutching at Alex’s hair. He turned his head into the pillow, moaning with despair because he was so close and the uncertainty and anticipation of what Alex might do was driving him insane.

Without warning, Alex bit down again, causing Lindsay to smother a cry. Adrenaline surged through him, threatening to draw him up at the cost of great pain in his wounded shoulder. He forced himself to lay back and relax while Alex laughed softly and licked his balls, taking care to suck each one into his mouth and massage them with his tongue until Lindsay half sobbed.

“That’s a good Pony,” Alex murmured. He took Lindsay into his mouth again and began to work his shaft with his hand and his tongue with such precision and skill that Lindsay was back at the brink again, teetering dangerously on the edge. The thrill of terror that Alex was onceagain going to snatch his orgasm from him kept drawing him back from his release, but Alex showed no sign of stopping.

Finally, in a surge of desperation, he threw himself toward the finish. He gasped once, twice, held his breath and then exploded in Alex’s mouth, letting his release go in several huge spurts.

“Christ,” he said, laying back, panting. He was completely unable to move, though he was soaked in sweat and so thirsty he thought he might faint.

“Did you enjoy that, Pony?” Alex said, softly. Lindsay heard a rustling and opened his eyes to see Alex collecting a towel from a stack that had been brought in the night before in case Evelyn needed more. He brought it over and gently cleaned the sticky mixture of spit and come from Lindsay’s cock and the pool that settled around the base and dripped down his balls.

“Oh yes.” Lindsay sighed, watching Alex through half closed lids. “Your mouth. Christ.” Sleep was threatening to take him again. But first… “Could I have some water?”

“Anything for you, Pony,” Alex said in his pleasant, silky voice. He walked to the door. “I’ll be away for most of the day, but I’ll send Nurse Dolly in. She’s got to earn her keep, now that Ryan wants to make her his pet.”

“Pet?” Lindsay said faintly. “Did the Crystal burn to the ground?”

“Don’t trouble yourself yet.” Alex paused in the doorway. “Rest.”

And he disappeared through the doorway.

Ryan wanted to make her his pet? What the hell did that mean?

Lindsay let out a big breath and settled deeper into his pillows. Alex did not spare a single expense for anything in his house. Each of the beds was the softest, most delicious, most heavenly clouds that Lindsay had ever laid his poor body down on. The pillows were exquisite. The bedding was equally so. The walls were papered with the most tasteful, fashionable designs, and the carpets that sat on top of the gleaming wood floors were rich and plush. The servants were discreet and unobtrusive, but unfailingly attentive.

He loved being here. Though he had his own room at the house that he had shared with Ryan and Tommy, he spent more nights here than he did there. It was comfortable. He could give himself over completely to Alex’s care and his cruelty.

With a slight smile on his face, he began to drift off. But the sound of bare feet whispering across the wood floor and then the carpet woke him.

A beautiful woman in a simple green shift dress with a V neck tapering down her beautiful decolletage, holding a pitcher of water and a glass in her hand, was standing at his bedside.

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