“Hurt me,” I choke out, desperate to be punished.
Lex’s sad eyes flash behind my eyelids. I want to reverse time and tell him everything I should have before he died.
It was real, Lex. I wish I could have admitted that. Maybe things could have ended differently…
When the heat stops, I open my eyes to find Blaine standing before me, harnessing a fucking whip, like some sexy modern-day cowboy.
“I’m going to lash you ten times, and if you don’t beg me to stop, I’ll reward you.” He strides around me so he’s at my back. Large, warm hands touch the waistband of my sweatpants, heat from his body being so close mists over my back, his breath just above my ear. “You won’t be needing these,” he hums, pushing them down my legs.
My cock springs up, slapping my lower stomach, and my ass cheeks contract. It’s exhilarating having him behind me. It heightens everything. When you don’t know what’s coming, it’s electrifying. A chill races up my spine as he steps back. I fist the restraints, preparing myself for the crack of the whip.
The hiss through the air is my only warning before a slash of hellfire explodes across my back. I balk, jerking forward from the contact, then almost whimper from the thrill of it. The sting rages, and my cock throbs. Pleasure ripples through me when the next one hits.
The hurt is too fucking good.
“Two,” Blaine barks from behind me, his voice gruff with need.
The next one whips out, finding purchase across my ass cheeks.
Crack, whoosh, snap.
Fire.
Pain.
Pleasure.
Burn…burn…burn.
Five…
Fire.
Pain.
Pleasure.
Burn…burn…burn.
Six… seven…eight…nine…
My body sags when the last one hits, the euphoria sending shockwaves of adrenaline through my system. My chest heaves with exhausted, lust-filled breaths.
“You’re such a good boy, Xavi. Fucking perfect,” Blaine growls, sweat beading on his bare chest, his cock straining the zipper of his jeans. Is he going to fuck me with that now? My thoughts wander as he drops the whip and bends to his knees in front of me.
Fuck.
Grabbing my hips, he smiles up at me before his tongue swipes out to taste the salty goodness glistening the head of my dick. My dick twitches from the contact, and heat warms my spine. Holy shit, this cop is licking my dick.
“I want to fucking drain your cock, boy. Take everything you have left to give. Tell me what you want me to do,” he demands.
I answer like the good boy I am. “I want you to suck my dick.” I don’t feel the usual wash of guilt, humiliation. No, I fucking earned the pleasure by enduring the pain.
“Good boy,” Blaine tells me, and I blossom under his praise like he’s the sun and I’m a flower desperate not to wilt away.
When his mouth opens to take me in, I hold my breath. The warmth of his lips as they descend my length is better than anything I’ve ever felt. My entire body tingles with sensation, hyperaware of all contact. His hot tongue slips over my cock, slurping away. His head bobs up and down the length, taking me down his throat. My knees buckle, and my balls draw up. I bite my lip so I don’t blow too fast. I want to relish this, live in the moment of it as long as possible.
He sucks me hard and deep, hollowing out his cheeks. Spit drools all over me, lubing my dick, creating a slip and slide of gratification. Kisses trace down my dick to my balls. He sucks them into his mouth and hums around them. It almost makes me cry out from the agony of the pleasure. He’s an artist down there. We fit together perfectly, lock and key. A closed fist grips the base of my dick while his lips go to work on the bulging head, sucking, slurping, licking, flicking, tugging, up and down my shaft. When I can’t take anymore, I lose it and buck my hips forward, fucking his face, and he lets me. His fingers grip my sore ass cheeks as he punishes his throat by forcing me harder and deeper. I cry out, and my spunk spurts in scorching waves, splashing the back of this throat. He laps me up, taking every drop. My body shudders from the force of the emotional release. A tear leaks from my eye.
That was everything.
Getting to his feet, he swipes the tear with his thumb and grasps my chin, forcing our eyes to clash. “You’re beautiful, boy. You taste like pain and glory, and I can’t get enough.” Leaning forward, he licks my lip, then sucks it into his mouth. My flavor is still potent on his tongue.
Show me.
See me.
Please me.
Burn…burn…burn…
Laying in my bed with Xavi sprawled out next to me on his stomach, naked and sated, is rewarding. I knew he needed me, just didn’t know how badly that need was.