“Widen your feet,” Colby said, his tone militant. “And relax. If you want to take me, you’re going to have to learn to let me in.”
Keats sucked in a deep breath through his nose, careful to hold on to the crop, and released it, trying to let go of the tension as well. He did it three more times.
“Very good, Adam. I like that you can follow instructions.” Colby ran his hand along Keats’s inner thigh and then cupped Keats’s testicles in his hand with a firm grip. He gave them a little tug.
Keats groaned, the snap of discomfort mixing in with the pleasure of being handled.
“You should see how fucking sinful you look right now. That gorgeous body, all that ink, this hard cock and spread ass. One day I’m going to tie you down like this and enjoy the view while you beg me to touch you.”
Fuck. Keats almost lost his grip on the crop.
“But I’m not feeling patient tonight. I’m ready to mark what’s mine.” His fingers trailed along Keats’s crack and found his opening. He teased around it for a second and then pulled away.
Keats made a sound of protest in the back of his throat, but then he heard the sound of the lube squirting into Colby’s hand. Soon, the fingers were back, painting Keats’s most forbidden spot with the slick fluid. Colby pushed a finger inside, and Keats thought he might die from the wave of need it sent through him.
“You’re going to take this plug for me,” Colby said, adding another finger to the stimulation. “It’s not quite my size but it will get you ready for me.”
“Yes, sir,” Keats mumbled around the crop.
Colby took his fingers away and then something colder and more pliable pressed against his opening. Keats forced himself to relax, taking a few deep breaths again, and then the tip of the plug breached him. The pressure felt good, but Keats had seen what the plugs looked like. They got wider at the base, so he tried not to brace for what was to come. Colby twisted the toy, the ripples in the silicone stimulating Keats’s sensitive flesh, and then he pushed it deeper. The stretching feeling was almost too much to take for a second—some weird combination of pain and pleasure intersecting. Keats desperately wished he could reach down and stroke his cock, tip the scales more to the pleasure side, but he kept his hands clasped tight behind his back.
Finally, the plug seated deep, and Keats’s body melted around it, the flared base holding it in place. Colby gave it another twist and Keats fought to keep from begging.
“You’re good?” Colby asked.
“Yes, sir,” he said again from between clenched teeth.
“Perfect. Then you won’t mind this.”
The plug hummed to life, vibrating a place that had never been vibrated in Keats’s life. He dropped the crop. “Shit.”
“Oh, well, would you look at that,” Colby said, the Texas twang getting heavy in Colby’s voice. Keats had found the more turned on Colby was, the more country came out. “Looks like you couldn’t follow the rule.”
“Sorry, sir,” Keats said, fighting the urge to move his hips and rub his cock along the bed. The vibration was going to drive him to the brink.
“I’m not. More fun for me. Get up, Adam, and stand beneath the hook.”
Keats released his hands and pushed himself off the bed. The plug made him feel full in the most erotic way, but he managed to get his legs moving so he could go to the spot where Colby wanted him.
Colby went over to his drawer and pulled out his favorite—rope. Then he took his goddamned time, tying Keats’s arms to the hook in the ceiling. Keats felt his thoughts hazing around the edges already, the high of submission kicking in.
Colby made sure Keats was secure and then grabbed the riding crop off the bed. He stood in front of Keats. “Look at me, Adam.”
Keats lifted his head, finding Colby looming big and powerful in his jeans and dark blue sweater—the teacher transformed into the all-powerful master.
Colby stepped into Keats’s space and reached down to give Keats’s cock a squeeze. “Ready to fly for me?”
Keats swallowed hard. “I’m ready to do anything for you.”
“Good answer.” He pulled a strip of black satin out from his pocket and tied it around Keats’s eyes. “See you on the other side.”
The blindfold was the last thing Keats needed to settle in fully. He felt himself slipping into the happy place where all he had to do was give himself over to whatever Colby was going to do to him. Freedom.
And what Colby did was more than he’d ever given Keats before. The riding crop, which he’d seen Colby use in such a playful way with Georgia, was a wicked bitch when yielded with force. And Colby wasn’t holding back tonight. The sharp snap of the leather marked a path against every part of Keats’s back, ass, and thighs. Snap, snap, snap. The rhythm brutal and unrelenting. It echoed through the room without any words being spoken to interrupt. Every part of Keats’s backside burned and tingled. That, paired with the vibrations going on inside him, had his knees going weak within minutes.
“Stand tall,” Colby said, snapping the crop right against the base of the plug.
Keats’s spine went straight and stiff.