“Better. I’m only halfway done, and I know you’re tougher than that.”
“Yes, sir,” Keats said, breathless, sweating.
The sound of Colby’s footfalls moved off to Keats’s left and then another lighter blow hit his nipple. Oh, shit. Colby had moved in front of him.
Colby hit the other nipple with a little more sting added, and Keats grunted.
“Still with me?” Colby asked, pushing the leather of the crop beneath Keats’s chin. “Looks like your cock certainly is.”
“Still here. Both of us.”
Colby gave a low chuckle. “And still a smartass.”
He traced the tip of the crop down Keats’s neck and over his chest—lower, lower, lower. Keats felt everything in him cinching tight, knowing what his deviant lover had planned.
But even though he’d known it was coming, when Colby flicked the crop against Keats’s balls, Keats almost lost hold of what little composure he had. It hadn’t been a hard hit. But even so, knowing he was that vulnerable, that his most delicate parts were at the mercy of Colby’s whims, dialed into something elemental in Keats. In that moment, he felt his body surrender fully. Without conscious thought, his stance widened.
“Mmm,” Colby said, his voice rougher than it had been a moment before, like his own arousal was overtaking him. “You like that.”
Keats didn’t think Colby was expecting an answer on this one, so he simply lowered his head.
Colby took that as assent. He tapped the underside of Keats’s cock, then his inner thighs and balls again, marking a path that q
uickly morphed into erotic stimulation instead of pain. Every part of Keats’s body felt like it was humming with electricity, all of it alive and awake, his cock leaking with the intense arousal. And he couldn’t find a shred of shame in any of it.
This was who he was. And this man was who Keats could be all versions of himself with—no judgment. This was what love felt like. He wouldn’t apologize for that.
Soon, hands were cradling Keats’s face, and Colby’s mouth was on his. As their tongues stroked against each other, Keats found himself sinking into that state where he was all feeling and sensation.
Colby pulled back, cupping the back of Keats’s neck. “I’m going to get my knife and cut the ropes. I don’t want to waste time untying everything. But I need you to stay still. Can you do that for me?”
Keats nodded and let himself drift on the sensations of his tingling skin and the vibrator working its magic. Colby moved quickly and got Keats out of the ropes. He rubbed Keats’s arms and hands, bringing the blood rushing back to them. Then he tugged off the blindfold.
Colby had stripped out of his clothes, and Keats let himself take in the view with hungry eyes. Because Colby sometimes stayed dressed in the bedroom, it always felt like a special privilege to see him completely stripped down.
Colby nodded at Keats. “Get on the bed, lie on your back.”
Keats licked his dry lips. “My back, sir?”
Colby stepped closer, using the few inches in height he had on Keats to his full advantage. “Yes, Keats. Tonight I need to fuck you face-to-face. I want to watch you as I make you mine.”
Keats’s stomach flipped over. He couldn’t imagine anything better.
Getting onto his back on the bed reignited some of the sting the crop had caused, but he welcomed it. It brought him back into the moment, centering him again. He liked the buzzing feeling from the pain, but he didn’t want to miss a second of this. He scooted up the bed.
Colby grabbed supplies from the bedside table and then climbed onto the bed between Keats’s legs, looming over him. “Put your palm out.” Keats lifted his hand to Colby, and Colby drizzled lube onto Keats’s palm. “Stroke yourself while we do this. It will make it easier for you. But you don’t get to come until I do. So you slow down if you feel yourself getting close.”
“Yes, sir.”
Keats wrapped his hand around his cock and gave it a welcome stroke. But the lazy pleasure didn’t last long because Colby chose that moment to tug on the plug. “Easy now.”
The plug slid free but not without almost sending Keats into orgasm as it glided over that sweet spot inside him. Colby set the plug aside and replaced it with his generously lubed fingers. He peered down at Keats as he moved from one to three fingers, stretching him and readying him. It had to be one of the most erotic moments of Keats’s life. Colby gazing down at him with lust and love in his eyes, his fingers working him like he owned him.
Colby moved his hand away and shifted position, and then he was rolling on the condom and lubing up his own cock, turning it glossy in his grip. Keats gave his own dick a squeeze, warning his body not to jump the gun yet.
But luckily, Colby wasn’t going to make him wait any longer. Colby put his hands on the backs of Keats’s thighs and pushed his legs upward, opening him fully to Colby. Their eye contact didn’t break as Colby positioned himself at Keats’s entrance.
“Ready for me?” Colby asked.