Page 63 of Rock Bottom
Then Silver moved. Swift and sure, he pierced my left tit, through the meat of it, with a thick hook, already attached to the chain running to the floor anchor. I howled, still not recovered from the skewers, and then the other side of my chest was hooked just as fast. I cried out again. I wasn’t going anywhere.
Silver stood over me, assessing me, or maybe admiring his work.
“I couldn’t put you like this if you were human. I couldn’t have done that to your back, either, or your chest. What is it, Julian? What is it about pain?”
I looked up at him, so beautiful, standing over me. “Affection, Sir.” My voice broke a little, and I swallowed to try to fix it before I continued. “Pain equals affection. I love you.”
Silver placed a heavy stool over my groin, guiding my dick up through a hole in the seat. Five inches stuck out past the wood — perfect height.
She’d be able to ride me without hurting herself.
“I’m here for my Sir’s pleasure.”
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Silver
My orgasm at the end was as much about power as it was about lust. I had a vaginal orgasm with his cock, and then I fucked his mouth with my dick and came all over his face.
And he wasn’t allowed release. Not today, for our first session. At the end, there was no doubt about the dynamic, no confusion. Next time, I’d give him a way to earn an orgasm by following orders, by obeying commands.
Marco telepathed instructions for where and how he wanted Julian to sit, and told me I only needed to release him, and Julian would go there on his own.
No sooner was Julian in place, and Marco brought the little deer shifter to us, blindfolded. He talked her through walking with him, then guided her to sit in Julian’s lap and angle her neck. His quiet voice reminded her to relax and be still while Julian drank deeply from her.
Marco squatted in front of them in his suit, one hand braced on her thigh, the other anchoring him to Julian’s knee.
Marco left without speaking to either me or Julian, murmuring to the deer shifter about how helpful she was, how much he valued her contributions to his people.
Julian’s back looked noticeably better already, as did his chest. I couldn’t get a good look at his balls, but I assumed they were beginning to heal, too.
Overall, maybe only fifteen percent better, but still, I was impressed.
I took Julian’s hand and walked him to one of the many hot tubs at Homewood, and I let him hold me.
“Power exchange is over,” I told him. “When you’re ready, I’d like some feedback. Doesn’t have to be tonight if you need time to process.”
“No, I can talk about it tonight. Everything worked for me. I was afraid you’d…” He sighed. “I don’t know, treat me human? No one’s worried about my general health for centuries. I haven’t been tortured carefully, as one must with a human, in so long…” A shrug and then a micro-wince. Clearly, his back hurt worse than he was letting on. “Doing so couldn’t possibly be enough.”
I nodded and ran my hand along his chest, a feather touch over the deep bruising from the hooks. “I have a serious question, and I think you need to consider it at least a week or two before you answer.”
He blinked at me, wary.
“Do you think reenacting the procedure to destroy your balls would be a positive or a negative torture scene?”
He went silent.
Which I took as a good sign, since he seemed to be considering it, rather than just sayingnoright off the bat. The levels of pain when I’d skewered his balls seemed exponentially more than any other body part. I doubted his former masters had taken it easy on them just because of any emotional issues around them, and that meant I couldn’t, either, but if I could help him move beyond the trauma and emotional baggage, I would.
I’d put the necklace back in its box before setting up in the playroom, and it chose that moment to appear around my neck again, and it did so with a vibration. It wasn’t just back, it wasactive. Trying to tell me something.
A black bird landed on the railing of the deck we were on, and Julian pushed me behind him at the same time a man came tearing out of the door and onto the deck. He threw something over the bird mid-shift, trapping it as itchangedto a man. A hawk landed on the railing,changedto human, and he helped the other security guy manhandle the intruder into the house.
I was still a little stunned from the necklace, the activity, and then three naked men. I was still in the hot tub, but I was naked, too.
Julian turned to me, glanced at the necklace, and met my gaze.
“Before we get pulled into whatever drama this intruder brings, I will answer your question. I believe such a scene between the two of us could pull us even closer together. I don’t believe it would be a positive torture experience with anyone except you, my dear Silver.”
