Growing heated, and letting the worry finally leave his mind, he did as Lee wanted, turning around to face the doorway.
“Damn, you have the nicest ass I’ve ever seen.”
His first impulse was to deny it was all that special, but he didn’t want to argue, and didn’t want to show modesty. Not then, and with Lee, maybe not ever.
It seemed like hours he was standing there, and each time he’d shift his weight, Lee would grunt at him, “Hold still.”
It wasn’t hours, of course, but he was shaking all over in anticipation. Maybe trepidation too, as Lee had moods Eli was still unable to read. Then he heard the bed creaking and the soft padding of bare feet on the wood beneath them, and he was touched. One gentle hand on the right cheek of his ass.
“I’ve been dreaming about this, Eli,” Lee whispered roughly as he leaned in to speak directly in Eli’s ear. “Having you all to myself. Having nothing impeding me ravaging your sweet, beautiful body.”
His eyelids slowly dropped closed, and he took in a faltering breath that made him dizzy. Or maybe it wasn’t his own breath that did that, but the hot beathing on his neck.
“You’re mine, Eli, for this vacation. I want to control you, every single second. Even when we’re not fucking, I want you to only do as I ask. Does that sound like something you can do?”
Eli wasn’t stupid. He knew there was an ulterior motive for what Lee was asking, but he was too aroused to care. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy, Eli. Good. Now, walk over to the bed and lay over the side with your feet on the floor. I’m going to get you ready for the fucking of your life.”
When his feet could move, they did, and he got to the bed. Once he lay over the soft spread, his cheek there, he tried to relax. That wasn’t possible. Lee sat on the bad, leg crooked so he could better face Eli. “Now, I unpacked while you were showering. Just for your information, I brought two large bottoms of lube. We’re not going to stop fucking until they are both empty.”
Eli’s hands curled into fists. “B-both?”
“Yes, Eli. Both.”
He felt the cold at the same time he heard the whisper of the lube being pushed from the bottle. It ran down the crack of his ass until Lee stopped it with his fingers, that pushed inside of Eli gently.
The cold, the tender intrusion, it didn’t matter, as his ass had been left untouched for over a week. “Burns, Sir.”
“I know, Eli. I know, but it’ll stop soon.”
It was true, it stopped soon enough, after his ring was used to being stretched. Lee didn’t stop, however, continuing to finger him for a long time. He seemed to be enjoying it, scissoring his fingers, going deep, going shallow, the other hand pulling his cheek to the side, then back again.
He was toying with it, as it was evident after it went on so long. Fingers never going so deep as to so much as brush his prostate, but close, so achingly close. The two times Eli tried to move so Lee had no choice, he got a slinging slap to his ass and Lee simply continued.
“What was your safeword again, my little piggie?”
Eli groaned from the title. “It’s…it’s Kallipolis.”
“That’s a terrible safeword, but it’s yours.”
Eli tried to laugh but he ached when Lee took the fingers from his ass.
“Don’t move, Eli. I’m going to use my belt on you, give you some pretty lines across your ass.”
They had yet to experiment with pain much, and Eli wasn’t sure he wanted it. Lee waited for his safeword, but Eli didn’t want to give it. He wanted to try, and he knew more than the sex and fun they were having, it would take his mind off the other thoughts in the shadows of his mind.
The first strike of the belt stung, but it wasn’t anything that would make him want to stop it. That was good, he was good, and he managed to mostly stay still. The second, however, stung much worse and his head came off the bed and he grunted, gritting his teeth.
“It’s gonna get worse as I go, Eli. Did I forget to mention that?”
“Yes. Yes, Sir, you did.”
“Aw, shucks. Silly of me. So, anyway, now you know.”
The third came right then, even as Lee’s words were fading in his ears. It stung badly and his torso came up from the bed, but he was pushed right back down again. “Tsk, no moving, Eli. You have a safeword.”
Three more came in rapid succession, but he took them, and found it was true. All the other thoughts in his head that had plagued him, no matter how he’d convinced himself they were mute, were finally gone.
The spread was in both his fists, the room turned a reddish hue when his eyes were open. That scared him enough to keep them closed. Lee wasn’t hitting him in anger. When Eli first heard he was using the belt, he thought crazily that Lee had something to take out on him. Not so crazy considering he had taken out his anger on Eli in the past.
No, Lee was controlled, measured, giving him just a little more than the last strike.
Then it was over, and Lee pulled him onto the bed, holding him as he cried. He was emptying of everything. The belt had weakened all the woes and they were letting go of his body, of his mind, flowing out with his tears.
“You’re so beautiful, Eli. You did…you did it. I never thought you could. I’ve underestimated you at every turn and you prove me wrong.”
He clung to Lee, knowing then that he did love the man. He didn’t love every part of him, no, but that part that counted, he was absolutely in love with the man.