Page 32 of Shrouded Desires
“Yes, Sir.” He hid the side of his face against his arm, more than eager to experience the heavier toys.
The next few minutes were a blur as Raine drifted along a sea of pained pleasure. Each swing of Storm’s arm, every lash that landed with superb accuracy, and each streak of resulting fire sent Raine flying. It didn’t’ matter that the continued blows hardened his cock to the point, he should have worried about bursting free of his chastity belt. He just needed more. “Please.”
He arched, then swayed toward Sir. He craved more than another round with the singletail Sir wielded so masterfully. God it was enough to make him come, if his dick hadn’t been trusted up like a Thanksgiving turkey.
“You’ll take what I give, boy.” The end of the singletail popped against the skin on Raine’s inner thigh, its sweet sting making more slick leak out of his bound cock.
God, it’s going to be so wet that Sir isn’t going to be able to open it.
“Look at all those beautiful lines.” Storm stepped closer, his fingernails raking over the welts on his back, intensifying the need for more pain, more pleasure, even as his ass clenched hard around the plug. He groaned as the ache continued to build. It had felt wonderful at first, but now it tormented him. To feel it there, stretching him, prepping him for Sir had been a thoughtful action on Sir’s part, but now he longed for friction, the movement as it sought out that small gland inside of him.
“Fuck, this is sexy. Knowing that you’ve given me everything, Raine.” Sir tugged on the strip of leather between his cheeks, jarring the plug. “Trusting me to bind not just your limbs but your cock as well…” He bit the outer tip of Raine’s ear.
Raine whimpered at the new sting. It wasn’t enough. No, what he needed was a heavy pounding, and not just with the flogger or singletail. He needed Sir to fuck him hard and fast. He wouldn’t even need his cock to be released. He’d come on command, hell probably before Storm even sank all the way in.
“Sir, please!” He wasn’t above begging. If that’s what his dom wanted, he’d drop to his knees and beg for the release he wanted more than his next breath. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been this desperate to feel a cock stretching his ass wide, while its owner ground against the welts he’d given Raine.
“Not yet.” Storm ran his fingers down and over the curve of his ass. “I’m not done playing yet, boy.” He licked the top of Raine’s ear in apology before sucking it into his mouth.
A jolt of pure pleasure denotated inside of Raine’s brain. He began to shake uncontrollably in his bounds, his body swaying toward its owner. Storm owned him in this moment, maybe beyond. But the sharp nip of teeth sent him orbiting out of his body as subspace beckoned then consumed him to the point he would have stood there for eternity and basked in the feeling. Sir could do what ever he wanted to him, and Raine would allow it. Later he might be frightened by what that meant, but at the moment he was too busy experiencing what it meant to belong to Storm Parkers.
* * *
Storm groaned deep in his throat as he traced the pink welts on Raine’s back. The boy hadn’t lied when he’d said that heavy impact play was right up his alley. And while it wasn’t the first time that he’d seen welts - Mistress Nadine had left plenty - this was different. This time they were there becauseheplaced them there. It shouldn’t have mattered, but it did. It spoke to a part of Storm that he’d thought had died long ago. It wasn’t just possessiveness, it was...ownership? He’d have to fathom it out later though, because right now his cock was threatening to bust out of his jeans. He needed inside that tight ass.
Or maybe he didn’t, he realized as he circled in front of the man and noticed how lost to subspace Raine was. Wrenching open his jeans, he jerked his cock out and fisted it. His own pre-cum was leaking down the shaft. “Fuck.”
“Mmmmm.” The nonsensical sound would’ve made Storm smile under other circumstances, but he now found that he wanted to kick his own ass for sending his sub so high that the boy’s brains were scrambled from the endorphins their scene had given.
“Raine?” The name came out so hoarse, he almost didn’t recognize it coming from his own throat.
At first, he didn’t think the other man had heard him until Raine opened his eyes. They were dazed but sharpened almost immediately when they spotted him. “Gimme.” Raine licked his lips. “Please, Sir.”
Storm shook his head. “Not yet.” He squeezed the base of his shaft hard. “Not this time. I need to fuck you. I want to fill your ass with my seed.” His tone was almost pleading as he waited for Raine to give him permission. “I’m clean, I promise.” As the dominant he should’ve been able to tear into Raine’s ass but didn’t, because of the trust the boy had given him so far. He didn’t want to abuse it. And by asking, he’d given the choice to the sub whether or not he the dominant got his rocks off.
“Me too.” Raine cleared his throat. “I mean, I’m clean.” His cheeks flushed. “Aw hell, just fuck me, Sir.” He swayed on his feet. “Just bend me over and...”
“Fuck that.” Storm growled out. He wasn’t about to release his sexy sub.
“Sir?” The uncertainty in Raine’s gaze tore at Storm’s heart.
“I wanna fuck you like you are.” He brushed his thumb over Raine’s wet cheek. The boy had been crying, but hadn’t safeworded, so they must’ve been tears of relief. “Trust me?”
Raine nodded his head so vigorously Storm was surprised the boy hadn’t rattled his own brains.
“Good. Stand still.” He circled back around and loosened the straps at the side of Raine’s hips enough to catch the base of the plug in his fingers. He tugged on it, his eyes narrowing as Raine clenched down on it. “Give it up, boy.” He tugged again. This time Raine seemed to make a concentrated effort in pushing the plug out. It finally slid free after a few firm tugs, thank the lord. He dropped the silver plug to the floor, before circling back around in front of Raine. The erection weeping between his sub’s thighs were mouthwatering. He’d suck that down after he got his.
“Thank you, Sir.” The response was almost rote in its delivery, but the response afterward wasn’t. “Now fuck me….damnit!”
“Not yet.” He lightly traced the head with his fingertips, loving the way Raine bucked toward him. “Fuck you’re so hard for me.”
“Always.” Raine finally admitted his eyes lowering as if ashamed of it.
“None of that.” He barked as he withdrew his touch to pull out a single use packet of lube. Tearing it open, he dumped the contents on his palm before running his hand up and down his shaft. “I want my sub to want me.” He moved closer, catching Raine’s leg behind his left knee. “I’m going to lift and you’re going to wrap those sexy ass legs around me. Got it?”
Raine began to pant, but nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
Tugging first one leg off the ground then the other, he had the boy hovering over his cock as he hung suspended from the ceiling now. “Sexy as fuck.” Using his fingers he shoved aside the leather that slid back between Raine’s cheeks, he then smeared the remaining lube over Raine’s asshole, before guiding the thick pierced head of his cock to the fluttering entrance. He drew in a deep breath as he slowly forged inside the tight confines of his sub’s ass. “Shit.”
