Authors: Gracie C. Mckeever
Patryk panted beneath Keir’s weight as Keir caught his wrists and dragged Patryk’s arms up over his head.
“Stop struggling or your punishment will be more severe.”
Patryk struggled more at Keir’s words, inviting the discipline that he knew his disobedience would bring, his ass tingling with anticipation.
Stronger than Patryk ever imagined, Keir imprisoned both Patryk’s wrists in one of his hands and slid the hem of the robe up over Patryk’s ass to his waist with the other.
Patryk twisted wildly as Keir knelt astride him, locking Patryk’s legs between his knees right before firmly bringing his hand down across one of Patryk’s ass cheeks.
Patryk gasped, the sting from Keir’s blow igniting the fire of desire low in his belly. He struggled harder, not with the intent to escape, but to ease the pain of his erection. He ground his swollen shaft hard into the futon cushion, instinctively seeking release.
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Keir leaned close, lips a centimeter away from Patryk’s ear. “I know what you’re doing.” He pulled back and brought his hand down on the opposite cheek.
“Stop moving!”
“Please, Keir…”
“Please what?”
“I need you….inside me…
please
…”
“You want to come, don’t you?”
Thwack!
“Yes! God, yes! But not like this.”
Thwack!
“You better believe ‘not like this’ on my futon.”
Thwack!
“Christ…” Patryk pumped his hips, the pressure building in his balls almost unbearable.
“He can’t help you now.”
Thwack!
“Don’t…”
Thwack!
“Come.”
Breathing hard, Keir bent his head and nipped Patryk’s earlobe before sucking it into his mouth and licking it to ease the sting. He pulled back just enough to circle the shell of Patryk’s ear with the tip of his tongue and demand, “Did you hear me, Patryk?”
“Yessss.” He moaned and closed his eyes against the powerful pleasure-pain shooting through his body, pulling from his experience with Derek to maintain what little control he could with such a hot man straddling him and spanking him to excruciating excitement. “Please,” Patryk begged, on fire with need, on fire for Keir.
Keir caressed his ass, gently squeezing each cheek before slapping them two times in quick succession. The force from his large, calloused hands sent heat spiraling from Patryk’s chest to pool and simmer in his testicles until he thought they would explode from the lust.
Patryk gritted his teeth against the delicate agony. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” he rasped.
“No you’re not.” Keir leaned down again, planted his mouth on Patryk’s ear this time. “You’re not going to come until my big hard cock is buried deep inside you, isn’t that right?”
“Oh, yes…please, Ke—Oh!” He automatically tightened his ass cheeks against Keir’s two questing fingers before slowly relaxing to allow the sweet 74
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intrusion. He groaned, stopping his thrusts to fully concentrate on what Keir was doing to him with his magical digits.
First one, then another finger found his hot-spot, probing, firmly rubbing his prostate until Patryk bucked his hips back, hungry for more.
Keir released Patryk’s wrists, licking a sensuous path from Patryk’s nape to his coccyx until Patryk violently shuddered beneath him.
Patryk felt like an addict too long off heroine with a fix near his grasp, only someone kept snatching it away.
“I know, baby. I know. I’m going to make you feel good…make it worth your while…”
Patryk didn’t realize he was whimpering until he heard Keir’s tender words against his ear again, felt Keir’s soft caresses fluttering down his back, more inciting than comforting.
Suddenly, Keir stopped his teasing and flipped Patryk on his back, staring down at Patryk as he braced his palms against the futon on each side of Patryk’s face. “Do you know what you’re getting yourself into?”
Patryk didn’t hesitate. “No. But I want you.”
Keir grinned, slid one arm beneath Patryk’s legs and the other around Patryk’s back to lift him up into his arms as he stood and carried Patryk back toward the bedroom.
Patryk admired Keir’s profile, one hand moving of its own volition to stroke the light, silken beard on Keir’s chin and jaw.
Keir turned to glance at him and asked, “You want me, huh?”
Speechless, Patryk nodded.
“You’re going to get me and a lot more than you bargained for.”
“You don’t scare me, Keir.”
“I know.”
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Keir’s heart pounded as he tossed Patryk onto his king-size bed, anticipation firing the blood through his veins as Patryk’s challenge echoed through his brain.
“You don’t scare me, Keir.”
What would Patryk say if he knew how much
he
scared
Keir,
or if he knew how much the idea of him walking out on Keir had his knees nearly buckling?
He couldn’t remember being with anyone as sensual and responsive as Patryk—as intense as himself—couldn’t remember wanting anyone the way he wanted Patryk, like his very life depended on having him naked and vulnerable beneath him.
After that insubstantial taste of Patryk earlier, all Keir wanted to do now was feel Patryk’s ass gloving his cock, hot and tight, feel Patryk’s lean body trembling with need and pleasure when Keir brought him to an explosive climax.
“Ready to change your mind?” Keir asked when he saw the intent look on Patryk’s face as he reclined back on his elbows.
In answer, Patryk sat up to remove the robe and flung it at Keir.
The terry material wrapped around Keir’s head, momentarily blinding him to the sexy sight of Patryk sprawled across his bed.
“Your transgressions are mounting by the minute.” Keir removed the robe and tossed it aside. Dragging a folded leather belt from behind his back and slapping his open palm with the leather, he carefully gauged Patryk’s reaction as he jumped. “You want this, don’t you? Want to feel the stinging leather against your ass, want me to make that pretty smooth skin glow red from my belt.” He 76
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smacked his palm again, enjoying the sting against his skin almost as much as he knew Patryk would enjoy it.
“Yes.”
Keir nodded and leisurely removed his jeans and boxer-briefs with one hand while holding the belt with his other.
Naked, he sat astride the equally naked Patryk, brushing his hard shaft against Patryk’s when he straddled his hips.
Keir took one of Patryk’s wrists, raised it overhead, and fastened the Velcro cuff snug around it as Patryk watched him. Quickly, he repeated the act with Patryk’s other wrist before he panicked and changed his mind about letting Keir take him the way he wanted.
Keir then sat back on his heels to admire his work. “One day I’ll have to paint you bound.” And maybe blindfolded too, as much as he hated covering those beautiful green eyes, the power of Patryk’s ensuing orgasm would be worth it for both of them.
“Okay,” Patryk said.
“You understand I’m not looking for your permission. I will paint you bound and any other way that pleases me.” He waited a beat for his words to sink in, his heart thudding bird-fast against his ribs anticipating Patryk’s defensive mechanism to kick in any second and make Patryk reject Keir’s advances.
Would Patryk follow his true nature, what he’d been born to do and feel, or had that other faceless man in his life damaged Patryk’s submissive soul beyond repair?
“I understand, Master,” Patryk whispered and lowered his green eyes, long thick lashes just brushing the top of his sculpted cheeks. Keir’s heart clench at the trust Patryk granted him.
Damn, he couldn’t have asked for a better sub, couldn’t have asked for a more beautiful man inside and out.
Keir swallowed over the lump in his throat, placed his belt on the bedside table, and covered Patryk’s body with his, teasing himself with the feel of Patryk’s warm, smooth skin beneath him before raising up on his palms. He stared down at Patryk, willing him to look up and almost regretted it when expressive jade eyes rose to meet his.
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“Are you still going to spank me?”
“What else would be a suitable punishment for what you did?”
“The snooping or the running?”
“Both.”
Patryk shrugged. “I’m not sure.”
“I think you are.” Keir leaned in to kiss Patryk’s lips hard before pulling back. “But since it’s not up to you to worry about whether I spank you or not, just know that I will give you what you need, when you need it.”
“Yes, Master.”
“I think the best way to punish you for now,” Keir said as he reached to the nightstand by the bed, pulled out the top drawer, and retrieved the tube of lube and a condom from the inside, “is with slow, hot, sexual torture. Does that sound about right to you?”
“More than right.”
“Later, if you’re good, I’ll give you the spanking you deserve.”
“I’m…I’m looking forward to it.”
Keir could tell from the tremor in Patryk’s voice that he was looking forward to everything Keir had to offer and more.
And as if to prove Keir right, Patryk thrust his hips, bumping his groin against Keir’s and leering when Keir glared at him. “Whoops. I guess you’ll have to add another lash for my impatience.”
Patryk was testing him. He needed to know how far he could go with Keir before Keir irreparably lost his temper and lashed out. Keir knew this as surely as he knew Patryk had been abused by a Master in the past.
Not taking his eyes off Patryk’s, Keir screwed the top off of the tube and squeezed a generous amount into his palm as Patryk watched him, breath hitching in his chest.
Keir leaned in to kiss him again, sliding in his tongue to tangle with Patryk’s as he reached down between them and liberally coated Patryk’s asshole with the lube.
Patryk shuddered, uselessly pulling against the Velcro cuffs and moaning when Keir slowly pushed a finger inside him. “Please…fuck me, Keir.”
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“You’re not ready yet.” Keir pulled back, moving up the bed until his cock was level with Patryk’s face. He teased his full, moist mouth with the head of his penis before Patryk’s tongue whipped out to lick the creamy jewel of pre-ejaculate from Keir’s slit.
Patryk groaned. “God, you taste good.”
“You’re not going to get out of your punishment.”
“I’m not trying to. Honestly.”
“And you look just like a little Cub Scout when you say that, too.”
Patryk fluttered his lashes and chuckled. “May I have more?”
“Some.” Keir sternly nodded, trying to keep things on track. If he didn’t stay focused, he knew Patryk would be perfectly capable of making him forget his own name much less that Keir yet had to dispense needed discipline.
He nudged Patryk’s mouth with the head of his cock, gasped and nearly swallowed his tongued when Patryk sucked him in almost whole. “Oh, fuck!”
Patryk pulled in as much of Keir’s shaft as he could without Keir feeding him more, greedily sucking before coming back up to tease Keir’s slit with his tongue, easily gaining the upper hand in their little power struggle, bound and all.
Keir closed his eyes and groaned, head briefly lolling back before he got a hold of himself enough to remove his cock from the warm, welcoming cavern of Patryk’s mouth.
He moved back down and lifted Patryk’s legs, hooking them over his shoulders as he tore open a foil pack and quickly rolled the condom down over his cock.
Patryk licked his lips when Keir nudged his entrance and circled his hips before thrusting passed Patryk’s rosette, seating himself deep inside with a harsh grunt.
Keir glanced at Patryk’s tense expression. He pushed stray, dark blond hair from his face before leaning in to kiss Patryk’s forehead until the creases smoothed out and then his mouth reached for those luscious lips, nipping and sucking the full bottom one into his mouth before pulling back to murmur,
“You’re going to be my downfall aren’t you?”
“No. I’m going to be your savior, and you’ll be mine.”
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When Keir moved inside him, Patryk closed his eyes and could see the stars and the moon glittering in a pitch black sky, beckoning him. He felt light and weightless and so damn alive he wondered where Keir had been all his life and why he’d never felt this way before.
Derek certainly hadn’t made him feel this way—paradoxically free and bound in one breath. He had only humiliated Patryk and made him regret the day he’d been born to submit rather than giving Patryk a reason to celebrate his subservient nature. Unlike Keir who reveled in his role as Dominant without making Patryk feel insignificant and small.
Keir made him feel desired and wanted and…God, Keir made him feel loved.
Patryk fisted his hands at the realization, curving his legs around Keir’s neck and pulling him closer as if his actions alone could express what he was feeling.
He opened his eyes to see Keir’s dark ones staring back at him, wondered if Keir already knew, wondered if Keir felt the same.
Patryk gasped when Keir stroked his prostate, arching upward, seeking more, seeking release—perfect and right.
Torturing Patryk as he had promised, Keir pulled back, bracing his weight on his palms until his biceps bulged with his efforts to keep himself and Patryk on edge.
Keir circled his hips, teasing the opening of Patryk’s asshole before slowly driving forward, brushing Patryk’s inner walls and tissues as skillfully as he’d painted Patryk’s image on the canvas what seemed a lifetime ago.
“Please, Master…touch me…make me come…”
“You want it all, don’t you, greedy.”
“Everything…from you…only you…everything…” Patryk rambled and panted, thrusting his hips to match Keir’s rhythmic plunges.
Keir stroked deep inside him right before he moved his hips against Patryk like a piston.
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Patryk groaned at the intense friction, asshole tender with pleasure. He clenched his inner muscles around Keir’s cock while Keir reached for him.