Page 31 of Shrouded Desires
“Hell yeah.” Raine’s lids dropped to halfway cover his eyes. “If Lizzie thinks it’s too much, it’ll be right up my alley, Sir. I crave heavy impact play.”
Behind him the oven dinged. “Let’s hope so. It’s been a while since I’ve had a true work out.” Storm really wanted to take Raine downstairs to a private room and give him a good work over. Then while his boy was flying high from the endorphins, he wanted to take Raine’s slender cock deep into his mouth and make the boy scream as he came down Storm’s throat. His sub would soon realize Storm got a charge out of sucking a man’s brain out through the head of his dick. But first they needed fuel before they played.
When the stove beeped again, he turned and shut it off. “Grab us a plate, Raine, along with a pizza cutter.” Using the spatula, he pulled the pizzas off racks, then set them on the counter to cool. His boy came to stand next to him, holding the items. It didn’t take long for Storm to have the pizzas cut into bite size pieces for Raine and wedges for himself.
“Come on. Let’s go.” He carried the plate to the table in the corner of the breakfast nook. As was his way, Raine sank down to his knees, rather gingerly, with his body positioned on the outside of Storm’s right thigh. He frowned, for a second. He knew that the boy took comfort in such a position after all his time with Max, but for some reason it irked Storm tonight. He wanted to start something new with Raine, not just have his sub give him services that he’d performed in the past to Max.
“Between my legs,” he barked.
Other than a slightly bewildered look, Raine obeyed, moving to kneel between Storm’s parted thighs, his head inches away from Storm’s own erection. “Like this, Sir?”
It was almost perfect, but not quite. Hunched over to make himself fit, Raine’s torso blocked Storm’s view and he could no longer see the sexy chastity belt Raine wore. That wouldn’t do.
“No, I can’t see my cock, boy.” He waited to see how the boy would fix the situation. At times like these he liked to test the mettle of his subs. Would Raine figure out how to give him what he wanted, or would he whine or beg Storm to part his legs more?
Raine nibbled on his lower lip, then wiggled a bit exploring the amount of limited space Storm had left him. Storm wondered how long it would take him to realize he was going to have to get off his knees. Not long, he found out. Raine shifted his legs out from under him, then parted them enough that he was straddling Storm’s left calf. With a hesitant smile, he leaned back, his head resting mere inches from Storm’s groin. He turned his face inward to press a small kiss to the area where Storm’s thigh met his torso. “Will this work, Sir?”
Storm glanced down between his thighs. Raine was sprawled out between his legs, his head nestled against his leg, effectively hiding the boy’s expression, but giving Storm a bird’s eye view of the chastity belt and the sexy cock captured within its confines. “It’ll do, boy.”
“You smellsooogood, Sir.” Raine pressed a little closer and Storm was suddenly glad that he’d decided to wear jeans. If he’d been wearing his exercise shorts, he would’ve had little protection from Raine’s soft breath. “I could eat you up.”
Storm stifled his groan behind a cough, before spearing his hand through the thick hair at the back of Raine’s head. “You’ll do only what I allow.”
A soft accepting sigh escaped Raine. “Of course, Sir. I’m yours.”
“That’s right. And now it’s time to feed my subbie before we go play, so keep that mouth to yourself.”
Raine’s tongue peeked out from between his lips, a dart of pink that had Storm wanting to say screw it, clear the table and consume his boy whole right now. “Yes, Sir.”
“That’s my good boy.” He scratched his nails over Raine’s scalp before reluctantly releasing his hair. Food first, then fucking, he reminded himself, before reaching for a bite of pizza for Raine. He popped it into the boy’s mouth before grabbing a slice for himself.
Chapter Fourteen
“What level are you at, Raine?”
The heat of his dominant’s body against his bare body soothed Raine. He wanted to lean back into that strength and beg Sir to never let him go. But now wasn’t the time for those thoughts, he reminded himself.
Standing in the middle of one of the many private playrooms, Raine looked up at the cuffs attached to the rack suspended from the ceiling. Storm had adjusted the length of the chains to suit Raine’s height, but still kept them short enough Raine had to stand on his tip toes. Despite the stretch nothing ached and the only sensation running through him was anticipation. “Green, Sir.”
“Good boy. Remember your safewords if this becomes too much.” Storm backed away from him, taking the heat with him. “Let’s warm you up a bit, before we move onto the harder play.”
“Yes, Sir.” He allowed his eyes to drift shut at the first kiss of the flogger against his left lat. He shivered when it flicked against his right, before moving on to his shoulder blade. He hummed in pleasure as Sir thoroughly warmed his back, ass and thighs.Damn I love a good flogging. I could go to sleep right here.
He groaned, his head starting to sag between his outstretched arms. “You’re a master with the flogger, Sir. I could stand here all night.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying it, boy.” There was a bit of satisfaction in Storm’s voice.
The next strike to his ass landed a bit harder, bordering on the edge between a heavy massage and a true spanking. He hissed between his teeth. It would be so easy to slip away, to fly into subspace. How could Storm coax him so easily when others had to beat him for extended periods to get the same result? Even as the question crossed his mind, Raine knew the answer. Storm had spent more than fifteen minutes negotiating with him.
He’d invested the time to learn more about me than just the fact I love heavy impact play.
A tear slipped free to trail down his left cheek. He was tempted to wipe at it with his upraised arm but didn’t want to draw attention to the fact he was crying.
“Level?” The flogger stopped.
“Green, Sir.” Raine was proud that he was able to keep his tone level. With his back to Storm, the other man wouldn’t realize how much intimate this scene was becoming for Raine and would continue to flog him. In the past, his tops would stop when they saw tears at first, concerned they were hurting him beyond his limits. He understood why, but it was so jarring that he had to fight to regain the momentum they’d ruined by stopping.
“Good, boy. Now we’re going to work up from one of my lighter singletails to the new one. I won’t be checking in between them. Unless you safeword. Then I will stop immediately.” Storm’s voice deepened. “And I fully expect you to safeword if it becomes too much. Understand?”
