Page 33 of Shrouded Desires
“Sir!” Raine squeezed his eyes shut and tossed his head, his face furled up in a pained grimace. Immediately Storm froze.
“Too much?” He could barely speak past the lump in his throat. He didn’t want to harm Raine. Hurt him in delicious wicked ways…hell yeah…but not true harm.
“No…no…no…” Raine repeated over and over, his hips squirming in Storm’s grasp as he tried to get closer to him.
Storm’s eyes nearly crossed in pleasure as each delectable wiggle, squirm, and twist of the boy’s hips sucked in more and more of his cock, until Storm was seated to the hilt. His fingers dug into the flesh of Raine’s already abused ass. “Fuck, boy.”
“Please, Daddy. Oh god…fuck me.” Raine babbled now, lost to Storm’s possession.
Hearing the word Daddy pass Raine’s lips, snapped what little control Storm had remaining. Using his grasp on the smaller man, he worked Raine off and on his cock, until the sounds of slapping flesh, agonizing groans, and whispered pleas filled the room. It didn’t take long before Storm felt the familiar tightening of his balls and the building pressure at the base of his spine.
“Fuck, gonna come.” He tossed his head back, his hips surging forward even as he rocked Raine toward him.
“Please, Daddy!” Raine sobbed. “Come in me. Come hard!”
A cross between a rough growl and shout escaped his throat as fire rushed through his veins and his cock exploded. He came so hard that he saw stars. He heaved and thrust through an orgasm so epic that he shot hard at least six or seven times before he was through. Fuck he’d gone off like an untried youth! He panted in the aftermath, the mews of his submissive like a salve to his wounded ego. He opened his eyes to look down at Raine’s flushed features. The boy’s eyes were squeezed shut, his hips were still jerking in Storm’s grasp as he writhed in obvious need. The erection Storm had locked up in the chastity belt was nearly purple with desire.
“Aw, fuck, boy.” He reached between their bodies to fumble with the first clasp at the top. “I forgot about this.” He freed it parting the leather band. Raine sobbed.
“More, please…” He was bucking, grinding against Storm.
“Patience.” He scolded. “I don’t want to harm you, wiggle butt.”
Raine froze at the command in his voice. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Good boy.” He made quick work of the next two buckles, before stroking up and down the slick length of his sub. “Look at me, Raine.”
Eyes dazed with pleasure and need met his. “Daddy?”
“When I release the last buckle, I want you to grind hard against me and come.” He kept his gaze on Raine’s. “I want to feel your ass clenching around my cock. Got it?”
“Yes, Daddy! Now! Please!”
The desperation in the pleas satisfied the sadist in Storm like no other. The idea he’d brought this man to such extremes was heady. Went straight to his head like a shot of 150 proof whiskey. Tugging open the final buckle, he released the pressure on the base of Raine’s cock and it seemed to swell up right before his eyes. He couldn’t look away as Raine ground hard to the left then to the right and unloaded in three seconds flat. The boy’s orgasm had him clenching hard around Storm’s sensitive cock. It gave up another weak spurt of pleasure, making Storm grit his teeth against the brutal squeeze around his already sensitized skin.
“Shit, boy!”
“Coming, coming, coming.” Raine chanted, his cock jerking wildly as he came filling the space between them. The strong scent of semen only heightened the whole experience, as Storm clutched his boy to him. Fuck, where had this boy been all his life?
Chapter Fifteen
Storm sighed in pleasure as the last of his orgasm ebbed away. Hanging limply from his bonds, Raine barely made a protest as he separated their bodies. His poor boy was a limp noodle in his embrace as Storm freed him from the cuffs. He'd come back after he took care of his boy and clean up the equipment.One nice thing about being the boss.
"Daddy..." The murmured word sent a fresh set of chills down Storm's spine. Now that their passion had run its course, he found himself unwilling to cheapen what they'd just done by refuting Raine's assumption that it was okay to call him that when they weren’t scening.
"Shhhh..." He cradled the boneless submissive closer as he headed toward the huge over-stuffed chair in the corner. Sinking into its comforting embrace he positioned Raine in a way that he'd be able to see his boy's expressive face. Once after care was over, he and his boy needed to talk about where they went from this point, because now that he'd had him, Storm knew he'd have a hard time letting him go. He got that Raine had social anxiety and rarely left the club because of it, but there would be times that Storm would want to show his lover off. Would Raine agree to it?
"You're thinking awfully hard for a guy who just fucked the hell out of me, Sir." Raine's voice was a bit hoarse from his earlier screaming, while he tucked his fingers inside of Storm's shirt to tug at the small smattering of curls between his pectorals.
"Behave." He caught the boy's hand in his. "We need to talk about a few things."
This time it was Raine who sighed. "Really? I get what we have is only for the duration of your stay and that you're in charge, Sir. But come on, let a guy enjoy the afterglow for a bit before you dump ice water on him."
"Ice water?"
"Yeah..." Raine rolled his eyes. "...as it was fun fucking you, Raine, but the rules still stand. Don't expect more than what we agreed upon and all that shit." He yawned. “I know my place. But fuck, Sir, let me savor the aftermath for a bit.”
"Seems like I didn't spank someone hard enough today." Storm tightened his arms around Raine. "I don't know where this thing between us in going, Raine, but I really would appreciate if you wouldn't assume you know what's going on in my head."
