“Shut your mouth. I just don’t stick my dick into questionable holes.”
“Fine. Fine. I’ve got better things to do.”
The man in the pale suit leaned down over Rei. His lips whispered near Rei’s ear. “Just close your eyes, little one.”
He lifted Rei from the cold ground.
Rei
Present
Rei followed Sevastyan’s fingers as they caressed the fading burns along Rei’s little finger. He swallowed again. He could submit to almost anything Sevastyan asked of him. Being tied with both wrists to a bed was still one of the harder forms of submission Sevastyan could demand. Rei knew, deep in his chest, that Sevastyan would never leave him.
And yet the fear remained.
“It’s rope, beautiful,” Sevastyan husked against his shoulder. “Not steel. Pull on them. Feel the difference.”
Tears rolled down Rei’s cheek. He pulled on the bonds as Sevastyan ordered. It was different. If he could do this, he could do almost anything Sevastyan asked. Walk naked into a social soirée, free climb a cliff, jump from a plane.
Sevastyan laid himself over Rei’s back, his hips pressed against the swell of Rei’s ass, his chest brushing Rei’s shoulders. “I’m here, little one.”
“Master.” Rei struggled not to sob. He needed to find that place beyond thought where his body was Sevastyan’s, where he obeyed without question, without fear. It was always like this whenever their routine was broken, when Sevastyan was gone too long and Rei was left alone with his demons and his nightmares, unable to run, unable to speak to another living soul, left with nothing but his work, his music, and his hard drive of downloaded shows and films.
“So good for me,” Sevastyan whispered against Rei’s spine. He nuzzled his way down each vertebrae, forcing Rei to strain and twist against the sensation. He reached Rei’s ass and framed it in his hands. He rubbed toward the crease with his fingers, kneading and massaging, pulling the globes of Rei’s rear apart.
Rei worked his fingers in and out of fist shapes, anticipation building in his throat.
“Who owns you?”
“You, Master.”
“And what rights do I have, thrall?”
Rei’s hands fell open. “All rights, Master.”
“Remember that.”
Sevastyan’s hair fell against Rei’s hips and then Sevastyan’s tongue was there.
Rei gritted his teeth to keep his thighs parted and flat against the bed. Sevastyan dragged his tongue deep over Rei’s hole. Rei stifled a groan and screwed his eyes shut. He never wanted to put his tongue there on anyone. It was a place he had gone, but not willingly. He would do it for Sevastyan but it left him weak, weepy, and clinging, feeling like the lowest of the low.
Sevastyan had no such reservations. He ate at Rei’s hole, his tongue working Rei’s entrance, seeking admittance, his lips biting at the fleshy mounds on either side, suction and spit all employed to own the gate of Rei’s body as if he would never release the ground he had claimed. Rei writhed, gripping at the ropes. The onslaught of sensation rushed up his body and into his head. His back arched and his feet flexed. While Rei would have given service, Sevastyan consumed Rei’s essence from his skin.
The tingle of his nerves built up across Rei’s flesh. He cried out against the mattress, his legs moving against the sheets.
Sevastyan pinned him down, his knees on Rei’s legs.
Rei shrieked as Sevastyan’s tongue pierced him. It wasn’t good, it was overwhelming. He was lost, taken and devoured.
“Master!”
Sevastyan stopped, his nose and his lips still in the cleft of Rei’s ass. “Who do you belong to?”
“‘You, Master.” Rei struggled weakly. Tears splashed down his cheeks. All thoughts and fears of the ropes and the bindings to the bed were gone. His nerves were overwrought. He needed to be touched in more than one place before he flew apart.
“Give.” He removed his knees from Rei’s thighs.
Rei cried into his own shoulder. He inched his knees higher on the bed until he could spread them further and arch his back, offering Sevastyan his hole to plunder.