Page 88 of Sycopation
“Head down, Ray. Hands at the small of your back.”
Not the child’s pose they’d used earlier.Thiswas subservient. But this time he didn’t mind. He was Zav’s to use and pleasure tonight.
Footsteps, and then the sounds of items being moved and the bed cleared. “The best thing about watching you on stage tonight was knowing I’d be fucking you later. All those fans screaming at you. Ripping your clothes off. Feeling you up.” Zavier laughed. “I don’t generally think of myself as possessive, but there was something succulent about knowing that my cock would be in your ass and my name on your lips while they pawed over you.”
Ray moaned. Fucking hot, hearing that from Zavier’s mouth. A fleeting thought ran through his head.This is a little more than benefits.He quashed that. Later. Maybe he’d bring it up later.
Zavier fell silent as he worked. The bed frame creaked. “There,” he said. “Ties to bind.” Fingers brushed Ray’s hair. “Sit up. Slowly.”
He did, and blinked. Everything was brighter. Heady. “How do you do that? Make me feel so—” He shook his head.
“Out of it? I don’t, exactly. That’s you reacting to me. Look up subspace sometime.” Zavier held a pair of cuffs in his hand. “Your wrists, Ray.”
He offered them over and groaned when Zavier buckled the cuffs on tight. “Shit. I—fuck, this is hot.”
A chuckle. “Wait until I have you spread-eagle on the bed.”
That didn’t take too long. Zavier had him stand, then lie down on the comforter—and the next thing Ray knew, his arms were tied down, one to each corner. The cuffs weren’t too tight, and while his arms were extended and there wasn’t much room to move, there was some. He rocked his cock into the bed.
Zavier swatted his ass. “I didn’t say you could get yourself off.”
“This whole thing is getting me off.”
Another blow to his behind. It stung, but there wasn’t enough force to even call it punishment. “If you come, I’m still gonna fuck you.”
Yeah, Ray figured. “Might get me off twice.”
A grunt. “Some night, when we have time, I’ll see just how many times I can.”
That would be fun and torture all rolled into one. “Okay.”
Zavier cuffed Ray’s ankle, then tied it down. “You really are magnificent.”
Embarrassment crept up Ray’s spine. “Just horny. That’s all.”
“No, that’s not all.” Zavier kissed his ass, then cuffed and tied the other leg.
He had no idea what Zavier meant, and the impulse to ask fled as soon as Zavier caressed his back and sides. He wiggled, but nope. He really was tied down to the bed. A spike of panic, followed by delight ran up to his head and pinpricks rose on his arms.
“Mmm.” Zavier patted his ass. “I could drink you down when you move like that.”
“This is intense.”
Soft leather trailed against Ray’s right arm. He turned his head and watched the end of the flogger slide over his skin. Zavier smiled at him. “It’s only going to get more so.”
God. He shivered at the words, at the leather slipping over his heated skin. Zavier moved out of his line of sight. “I’ll start slow.”
That was all the warning Ray had before those leather strips fell on his ass.
He jumped, even though it didn’t hurt. Not one bit. Just a thud of softness on one cheek. Then repeated on the other. He pulled at his bindings and settled into the mattress. No way it would stay that painless.
It didn’t. Each blow came harder and a little faster and warmth radiated up from his ass—then pain. Sharp stings as the leather hit the same spots over and over and over.
“Fuck.” His whole body tensed.
“Let go, Ray.”
He couldn’t. Not right away. It wasn’t until the pain made him cry out that he hit that amazing spot where the heat and the sharpness slid into pleasure and light.
