“Hit me,” I said. “Whip me.”
Eight
Violet
Hegavemeabeat to soak in what he’d said, then smirked, turning around to expose his back to me. Beautiful muscles, so strong and firm, were right in my face. I wanted to kiss them, not hurt them. The leather was good in my palm, warm from his touch already, wiping over the thin wound I’d created minutes ago. It wasn’t deep, stinging and throbbing but not gaping open.
Could I do it? Hit Theo? The man I considered my savior? Take my pain out on his flesh?
He wanted me to; his cock bounced, well announcing that he was into it, firm and shiny with pre-cum at the tip.
“Violet, please,” he said, turning his head back to me, looking over his shoulder, hair falling over his eyes. “Start with me at least.”
“What do you mean?” I asked in a hoarse whisper. Start with him?
“Hit me first — that’s my only rule. I’ll do it, whip you, but only once you’ve done it too.”
Theo then put his hands on the bed, bending at the waist so his ass was presented to me, brimming with confidence despite being naked and exposed. He looked amazing, with his warm skin round and full, his balls and cock hanging down between his legs, heavy and pretty. I only wanted to kiss him, lick his skin and suck on him until he moaned. He truly was all mine.
Stepping forward until our legs touched, I stroked my hand down his back, my fingers running along his spine and down, towards his ass crack. It was strange, having so much control over him, seeing him in this position. But I liked it. And from the moan he let loose when I brushed over his balls, he did too. His skin broke out in shivers following my touch, and I bit my lip, holding in a groan as my belly warmed.
He flinched when I pulled away, but remained still, taking steadying breaths.
“Go on, sweetheart,” he said. “Do it; you can always stop. But try.”
“Okay,” I murmured, with my heart in my throat. I stepped away, wrapped the belt around my hand, leaving a length hanging free. “I’m going to hit you now.”
I brought the belt down on him. It was soft, barely made a sound as it slapped against his thigh, but it shocked me. Like physically, like a current of electricity ran through me when the sound of it rang out in our quiet room.
But Theo groaned, pushed his body back, so open and free, so uncaring of shame, like he… like he enjoyed it. “Do it again; it felt good.”
“Really?” I whispered.
“Fuck, Violet, hurt me. Make me feel it.”
I hit him again, the belt flying through the air and slapping his skin with a sharp thwack this second time. He groaned again, louder, his cock pulsing between his legs as he rested his knees on the bed, showing off even more of his body to me, his back curved and prone. I hit him again, and again, and again until I was in the zone, hitting the belt against him with a cry. Each time, he flinched, shouted, but pushed back for more. Pre-cum dripped from between his legs and onto the bedsheets as his skin reddened and raised.
When I broke the skin for the first time, I stopped and gasped, watching the trickle of blood run down his ass, down his thigh, settling in the crook of his knee. It wasn’t much, but… oh wow.
“Theo,” I murmured, revering him for letting me do this. “Oh my god.”
“How does it feel?” he asked me. “Tell me.”
My heart was in my throat as I contemplated my body, did a thorough check of myself after getting so lost in the way his skin reddened so fast with each hit. “I…” My arms ached from the effort, my pulse pounded, but I felt… I felt free. Looser. A deep belly ache at the way he looked.
Without thought, I reached my fingers out and rubbed over his weeping wound, spreading the blood all over his skin. Did Rafe experience it this way? Because I for sure didn’t have any hatred for Theo, didn’t think him lesser than me or deserving of more punishment. Only pride that he trusted me to do it, reverence that he loved me enough to be so open.
I leaned down, my knees on the bed between his legs, and kissed the wound. Theo groaned and shuddered, gasping, but not moving away. “Oh shit,” he whispered when I licked and sucked on his ass cheek, savoring the taste of his metallic blood. It was precious, he’d bled for me, laid prone while I took out my feelings, my emotions, played out a scenario that had haunted me.
“I love you,” I muttered against his skin, still kissing, licking and nibbling gently at his ass, moving further in, wanting to love on all of him, make him lost in pleasure for making me whole. Or trying to.
“Vi, I love you too, but what are you doing?” His voice was heavy, deep with lust.
I moaned against him, my tongue touching his asshole, running down to the back of his balls and further, down his shaft until I captured the head of his cock and wrapped my lips around it, sucking, my eyes rolling back at the way he tasted. His blood, the saltiness of his pre-cum, all him, all delicious.
I bobbed my head, sucking and swirling my tongue, getting lost again, lost in enjoying him, not hurting him.
“Vi, I need to see you,” he said. “I need to see your eyes.”
