Page 35 of Autumn of the Witch

“What does this have to do with sexy books?”

Sasha laughed again. “She thought maybe you’d settle me down a bit.”

Micah stared at him. Sasha stared back.

“How?” Micah asked, finally.

“I mean, whatever you like, I guess. You’re into that, right? I mean, the whole dom thing.”

“Is it— How could I not be?” Micah waved a hand. “I don’t know what you mean. I need you to say it.”

“Sure. Maybe, I dunno, wanna scratch my back?”

Micah blinked. He looked momentarily disappointed, but then he shrugged, though his face was red. “Okay.”

“Yeah?” Sasha beamed. “Great. I’ll just lie down on that rug, you climb up and scratch my back.” Excellent. This would be a great start. It would help settle him, and probably Micah, too. Viv was smart, even when she was sweating out a fever. Brilliant woman, his wife.

He lay on the furs in front of the fire, head pillowed on his arms, and waited. As he figured, it took Micah a bit to get with the action, but eventually he climbed onto Sasha’s back and settled over his hips. He put his hands on Sasha’s skin, and as Sasha braced himself…

Micah scratched his back.

Gently. As if ititched.

Sasha laughed. “Boss, I didn’t mean— I meantscratchit, yeah? Like, fuck meup.”

Micah was so still that, if not for his weight, Sasha would think he’d vanished. “I don’t know if I can do that.”

Sasha was pretty sure Micah could, or at leastwantedto, because something was getting hard against his ass and that, yeah, that was a good sign. “I bet you can. Try it. Look, if you’re worried, this was Viv’s idea. You can go ask her, but she’ll get pissy if you wake her up.”

“I wouldn’t,” Micah whispered. “Will you tell me if it’s too much?”

“If you make it too much, I’ll kiss your fucking feet,” Sasha said cheerfully. “Go on, please, make me bleed. I could really use it.”

Micah’s hands were warm on his shoulders, and when he dragged his nails down… it was good—it was great—but it could bebetter.

“Boss, c’mon, give it to me harder. I can take it. You know how hard Viv does this?”

“Shh,” Micah commanded, and ah, there it was. It was like a warm blanket, like being pinned in the ring. Micah scratched Sasha’s back again, and it felt good, but it still wasn’tenough. “Harder?”

“Oh, hell yeah,” Sasha mumbled into his arm. “I don’t know if Viv mentioned, but I fucking love pain. Make me bleed and I’ll, uh. Do something nice for you.”

Micah made a sound like a laugh and put his hands at the top of Sasha’s back again, and this time, hescratched.Then he did it again, and again, and Sasha started to really feel it the fourth time, the sting and drag of Micah’s nails making him shiver with want.

“Oh, fuck,thank you,” Sasha gasped as the pain sparked through him, making him hard and sending all the dark, panicky thoughts to the back of his mind. “Yeah,yeah,that’s so good, boss.”

“Fuck,” Micah whispered, “I can’tstop.”

“Don’t stop,” Sasha said, as turned on by the pain as he was by feeling Micah’s cock hardening against his ass. “Seriously, I can take it. I love this shit.”

“You do,” Micah said softly. “You do, don’t you.”

“I do, yeah, fuck—” He moaned as Micah went at him, over and over, nails raking his back until it felt like it was on fire. He realized, belatedly, that he was humping the floor, so turned on by the pain he couldn’t help himself.

“I’ve never—” Micah didn’t finish that, simply went back to scratching, and Sasha could feel it when the skin tore—and Micah said, in a voice that sounded halfway between arousal and panic, “You’re bleeding.”

“Thank you,” Sasha moaned, pressing against the floor again. He turned his head, and the sight of Micah—fuck.

Micah’s eyes were bright, his hair wild around his flushed face. He was breathing fast, but he had this look, a feral grin, and he was staring at Sasha’s back, rocking his hips and rubbing his cock against Sasha’s ass. “It feels so good. How does it feel so good to hurt you?”

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