“You take it.” Orin was mean. “You can’t do anything else, kitten. I have you. You’re mine now.”
Tiiran shook his head and shivered, then tried, and failed, to be still. “Yes, Orin.”
Orin struck him again, a new spot, where Tiiran had more plumpness to protect him. He stroked the hot flesh while Tiiran floundered for air. “Yes,what, kitten?”
Tiiran inched back, lightheaded at how easy it was to push himself into Orin’s hand. He stammered on the words despite that. “I’m… I’m yours, Orin. Yours. But what do I do?”
Then Orin petted him, as though Tiiran really was a cat in his lap. “You take it until you’ve learned your lesson. Tell me when you think you’ve had enough, and I’ll stop.”
Tiiran nearly swallowed his tongue. “Yes, Orin.”But, he wanted to say, to start to ask. Then Orin’s arm pressed him down to keep him still and Orin hit him,hard, once, then again, then again. This time, he didn’t stop.
Tiiran lurched forward with each one, grasping the chair leg, eyes closed, face hot, more spit forming in his mouth. He sucked in air and made a mess with his mouth open. His cries became moans though he tried to stop them. Orin alternated where he struck, one side and then the other, but it didn’t spare Tiiran any pain. His whole backside throbbed and burned and then Orin would strike again. Tiiran’s toes slipped from the floor again and Orin simply yanked him higher onto his lap and ordered him to be still and take it.
The reprimand made Tiiran sob more than the pain. He was hard, and he couldnotbe still or quiet. He tried to at least say, “Yes, Orin,” but it was choked and wet. He didn’t think Orin heard.
The punishment was loud. Humiliating. They would hear Tiiran moaning downstairs, he was certain of it, if they could hear over the echoing crack of Orin’s palm against the meat of his backside, or the top of his quivering thighs. Tiiran was red hot, wriggling again, pushing up despite the slick tears and drool all over his face, and would have stammered out an apology if Orin had commanded it. Tiiran saw stars and still, he was hard and flushed and taking it.
As he’d been told to. The thought rushed through him like strong ale or a sleeping draught. All at once, Tiiran’s muscles loosened and the air left him. He pushed his palm against Orin’s steadying weight, and whimpered and squirmed, and still Orin struck him, starting fires and then hitting Tiiran again where he burned the hottest.
Tiiran kept his eyes shut, but tears escaped. His nose ran and he couldn’t care, rubbing himself against Orin with every shove forward.
“Orin!” It broke from him without any plan to speak, hoarse and low as if his throat was raw. “Orin, I’m sorry. Orin, please. Please.” Then he was up, with Orin’s arms around him and Orin urging him to hide against his throat while he sobbed. “I’m sorry. S… sorry, Orin. ‘M sorry. Please. I was good. Wasn’t I? I was good?”
“There now, kitten.” Orin’s voice was hoarse too, but soft as he curved his so-very-hot hand to the back of Tiiran’s head to help calm him. “You did so well.” He pressed a kiss to Tiiran’s hair and then another to his temple before urging Tiiran’s head up so he could see his face. Tiiran closed his eyes immediately as if that would hide his red, tear-streaked cheeks. Orin kissed those too until Tiiran looked at him, shuddering and lost.
“But I’m hard,” Tiiran confessed, dizzy enough to frown and then drop his head to Orin’s shoulder. “I moved. I was too loud?”
Orin slid his hands over Tiiran’s sides, continuing down to spread his fingers wide over the throbbing sting of Tiiran’s backside. Tiiran sucked in a pained breath, then moaned when Orin pressed in where it hurt the most. He curled tighter against Orin so he wouldn’t shake to pieces.
“Never. Never too loud. I knew you would like it, but you surprised even me. You were perfect.” Orin kissed his hair and hurt him and kissed him again. “All you have to do is tell me the rest,” he whispered, his breath as hot as the rest of him. “Why are you sorry?”
“I was afraid.” Tiiran rose up clumsily onto his knees to try get even closer. His knees slipped over Orin’s thighs and Orin held him still. Tiiran would never get away and just thinking it made him shudder. He put his mouth to Orin’s neck. “I wanted you so much but I didn’t want to be a joke to you. Orin… Orin,please.” Orin squeezed where Tiiran was so hot, pressing on aches so deep Tiiran imagined bruises in the shape of Orin’s hands. He cried out, shaking his head and scrabbling to get even closer when Orin tried to make him look up. “I didn’t know I was yours but I wanted to be. I was so scared that I hurt you. I never want to hurt you. Orin,” Tiiran was dripping tears and snot all over Orin and Orin held him and crooned. “I can’t stop crying and my cock is hard. I was trying to make you happy and now—”
A small smack to a tender area on the back of his upper thigh made him jolt then exhale shakily.
“Look at me.”
Tiiran raised his head.
Orin stared at him from very close, his gaze dark and hot. “I knew you would be like this. Beautiful,” he added, bringing up a hand to wipe some of the tears from the corner of Tiiran’s eyes. “So strong that it took this much to break you, and that only because you allowed me to. You trusted me.” He lowered his hand between them, wet fingers leaving a trail down Tiiran’s chest. “Look at you, eyes black and mouth red from your teeth. You say my name so sweetly I nearly kept going. You could finish from that, couldn’t you? Mindless and lost to feeling. Poor kitten never allowing himself to feel. Pleasure or pain, you ignore them both. Not anymore. Not for me.”
He closed a fist around Tiiran’s cock and watched Tiiran try to keep his fluttering eyes open.
“Orin.” Tiiran panted softly, licking his sore bottom lip.
“Are you going to run from me again?” Orin demanded, hand moving slowly up, then down. Dazed, Tiiran stared back at him and shook his head. Orin’s grip was tight and hot. His hand was so big. Tiiran whined and then whined again at Orin’s mean smile. “Why not?”
“Orin!” Tiiran hitched his hips to try to make Orin stroke him. He couldn’t think enough to stop himself and Orin only enjoyed his struggling. Tiiran could squirm for hours and it would mean nothing unless Orin wanted him to finish. And Tiiran wanted to finish so much, more than he ever had even when pleasuring himself. He wanted to spill by Orin’s hand and make him smile and his gaze burn. He shivered to a stop and closed his eyes to gasp when Orin smacked his backside, a bruise on a bruise that flared hot and sweet. Tiiran’s cock jumped in Orin’s hand. The world was lit and bright and Orin’s attention was solely on him.
This was not punishment. “Because I am yours, Orin. Your kitten.”
“And I give you what you want,” Orin moved a hand to the center of Tiiran’s back to urge him close, his other hand sliding faster over Tiiran’s cock. “Because you deserve it. Say it.”
“Orin.” Tiiran was a shaking, white-hot mess who hardly knew what he was saying, only that he couldn’t stop saying it. “Yes, Orin.Please. I want you so much. Orin, please. Yes. Yes, Orin. I’m yours, onlyplease. Please. Please, Orin.”
Chapter Fifteen
Tiiran opened his eyes to a view of Orin’s chest, and then Orin’s jaw when he tipped his head back. Orin gazed down at him. Tiiran blinked before closing his eyes again. He didn’t remember finishing. He didn’t even remember moving.
