He chuckled and came up to me. He touched my back; his palms cool and clammy against the sweaty heat of my skin. Ronan flexed his fingers against me, digging his nails into the tender flesh that wrapped my shoulder blades, and then he dragged his nails down.
I cried out, unable to not react to the unexpected pain from his hands. Ronan chuckled again and fisted my hair, yanking my head back. He made quick work of fastening a leather hood over my head and tightening the straps of it around my neck. There were two small holes beneath my nostrils, but everything else was solid and heavy and black. It was impossible to not panic, and that first spike of fear had my cock jerking forward toward the wall.
“Don’t even think about it,” he warned, as if my body would listen to him.
It would, I knew.
Ronan pushed me against the wall, smashing my dick against my stomach and he stepped back, leaving me alone in darkness. I didn’t know what he was going to do next, but I’d never expected the punishing sting of a single tail against my back. The flogger had been a warm up after all.
I heard the crack of the whip before the tail connected with my skin, and my cry was muffled in the hood. I sucked in a desperate breath, only to find there wasn’t enough air to fill my lungs.
He drew back again and let loose, the tail of the whip landing in rapid-fire succession across the top of my back. Ronan had never whipped me before. I don’t think I was even aware he knew how. It didn’t surprise me. Ronan was good at so many things, but I just…
Hadn’t expected it.
And wasn’t that what I’d asked of him?
“You’re bleeding,” he said, voice rough and scratchy. “Do you want me to stop?”
I shook my head, dropping my chin toward my chest and trying to focus on my breathing. But I couldn’t breathe, at least not enough, and I became acutely aware of the warm drip of blood down my back. Ronan kept at it and my brain misfired, that glorious moment when all of my synapses started to process pain as pleasure. I flexed my toes against the ground to make sure I wasn’t flying, and then I let myself go.
I lost track of the noises, the touches, the emotions, but hours later, I recognized when my knees hit the ground, the hot splattering of Ronan’s cum against my back, his fingers smearing our fluids together, and then his mouth sealing against my desperately puckering hole.
Ronan ate me like a starving man, his fingers slipping as he tried to bracket them around my waist and hold me still. I wanted to come, the need for release bordering on urgent, but he’d told me not to.
So I didn’t.
Ronan licked and sucked and fucked at my hole with his tongue until my legs collapsed from the shaking and my cock ached from the cold press against the concrete floor of the playroom. His touches turned gentle and soft, his tongue ever insistent against me as he kissed and fondled me back to awareness. Then he scooped me into his arms, blood and cum and sweat and tears all over us, and he held me tighter than I could ever remember being held.
“Ronan,” I finally managed his name, the one thing that was always clear to me no matter how far my mind had gone.
“I’m here,” he whispered, brushing my hair out of his face.
I closed my eyes and leaned against him, and that was more than enough.
Chapter Seven
Ronan
Ihadn’t realized how much I missed it until I had it back.
It.
That…indescribable feeling that surged through my chest when Kevin’s mind went completely and utterly blank from pleasure. When the only thing he knew was my name and my hands and my voice. After I’d taken him there, I clutched him against my chest, dragging my fingertips across his pebbled skin, careful to avoid the pricks on his back where I’d whipped him open.
Literally.
Kevin was right, after all. I had been neglecting him, neglecting the things that made us so…us,and I hadn’t even realized it.
Then I cared for him in ways I hadn’t needed to in longer than I’d realized. I tended to the places the cracker on the whip had cut him open. I cleaned him, bandaged him, and let him rest as long as I could before packing him into the car and driving him home.
Kevin was woozy on his feet as we rode the elevator to the condo, leaning against me with a tired and sated smile on his face. Once inside, I walked him into the bedroom and stripped him naked, ready to tuck him safely under the thick and warm blankets on our bed, but something stopped me.
“Kevin,” I said quietly, my breath ruffling the hair above his ear.
“Hmn?”
“I love you so much.”
