Page 99 of Bottoms Up
Julian does this, sometimes. Gives me something to dread, a big painfulthingcoming the following day. I thought we were finished after the blowjob, and then thought I’d earned a reprieve when he’d let me finally stop orgasming, but I should’ve known better.
“Handjob, Silver,” he said, that high-pitched voice I’ve come to love deceptively soft. “Abuse your dick again.”
I was still bent over the bed, recovering, but I immediately sat up and fisted my cock, yelping a little because it was sofuckingtender.
He walked to Atlas and unfastened his cuffs. Helped him stand. “Bend over the bed, and give Silver a blowjob when she moves under you. She likes heat and friction, but wrap your lips around your teeth. Her dick’s a little raw.”
“Not as raw as his,” I muttered, my voice hoarse.
Atlas obeyed, I moved under him, andfuck, he’s good with his mouth. Too good. I was already overstimulated, and he brought a level of frantic energy like he needed to prove something with every suck. I yanked on the nipple clamps Julian had clipped to him earlier—both to keep control and to ground myself. I still didn’t come.
Not until Julian leaned over Atlas’s back and bit me.
It hit like lightning — the first time I’d had a penile orgasm since… Vegas?Fuck.
Release.Relief. The flood of whatever chemicals my body manufactured left me shaking, my legs weak, eyes stinging. Even after it’d felt like I’d orgasmed all the way down to my motherfucking toenails, my cock pulsed, still flushed and aching.
And Atlas drank down every drop of me.
Part of Marco’s deal with Atlas is that he gets to play with him once a quarter, or anytime he needs powering up to defend the coterie or Homewood.
I didn’t know it until we got back to Homewood around three in the morning, but Marco had seen what we’d planned for Atlas, and he wanted to play with him while he was circumcised. He hadn’t fed that day, so he could partake of our pain-toy.
Atlas had onlythoughthis ordeal was over.
Julian rose four hours earlier than expected the next afternoon. Playing with Atlas really powers him up.
This meant my date with the silicone whip came earlier than expected, anddamn, it was hell.
My dick already felt like hamburger meat on the inside, and yeah, that’s an exaggeration, butfuck, I didn’t want another twenty-four strikes.
Julian bound me to the cross in the downstairs playroom, and I tried to negotiate while he fastened my wrists and ankles.
“Is there something else we can do, Sir? A whip to my back? Or maybe one of the canes to the backs of my legs and my ass?”
“We’re going to do everything you suggest, once I finish with your dick, so keep negotiating, little Silver.”
My heart stalled in my chest. “Please don’t, Sir! I take it all back!”
He laughed at me.Laughed.
Two steps closer, his hand cradling my cheek, gaze holding me hostage. “Oh, my littlestellina.I do love playing with all your fun parts.”
He looked down, dragged a finger along my shaft from root to tip. Featherlight. “Tell me, how many times is your dick going to feel the evil silicone whip today?”
“Twenty-four, Sir.”
“That’s right. Three groups of eight. It’s going to be hell,mon trésor.”
I was already hard — ofcourseI was — but he bit me anyway, just to be sure. The cocktail slammed through me like a shot of lightning, and suddenly my cock was the center of the universe, too big for my skin, every throb a fucking shout-from-the-rooftops in my bloodstream.
The first eight felt like a hundred strikes, as if they would never end — slow and measured, and yet, each followed to soon after the one before.
The harsh silicone lands like a fucking cane, so you feel it twice, the initial sharp, blazing insult to the surface, but then the secondary insult, the fire and compression under the skin. Pain that blooms in the meat of your dick.
I sobbed after the first three. By the eighth, my knees buckled against the restraints.
Julian leaned over and took my dick in his mouth, and I gasped like I’d been dunked in spring water. Cool lips on overheated skin, and every nerve ending lit up at once. I’d expected comfort and been jolted by the opposite of mercy.
