Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
It matters.
I massage the muscles on either side of the small of his back, trying to buy myself some time. I’m not prepared to deal with the messy emotions sloshing about inside me. Not now. Not ever, if I have anything to say about it.
“Hands flat on the bed.” I barely wait for him to obey before I bring my palm down on his bare ass. Yesterday I reddened his skin enough to release the ugly feeling riding him. Tonight, I’m going to leave my marks—as many of them as I can manage. I keep my hand on his lower back and alternate my strikes, warming us both up. A proper beating is a workout, and I’m out of shape.
Not that he needs much work. By the seventh strike, when I’m really getting a good rhythm and increasing my power, he’s shivering and shaking and moaning. I’m not holding him down in any meaningful way. It’s exceedingly cute how he starts to retreat from every hit but somehow ends up arching his back deeper by the time the pain blossoms. “You are a gift,” I murmur. I spank him again, the hardest blow yet, before he can argue with me.
“Icarus, please.” Poseidon presses his face to the bed and then lifts his head. “I can’t take anymore.”
“You’re doing wonderfully.” I move behind him and squeeze his big ass, filling my hands with the curve of him. His skin is a deep red that’s bordering on purple in a few places. He’ll be feeling me through tomorrow, at least. I pull his cheeks apart and hold him like that, vulnerable and exposed to me. “Tell me how you want it.”
“However…however you want to give it to me.”
I close my eyes and strive for control. How the fuck hasn’t this man been snatched up and locked in someone’s dungeon? He’s too sweet, too trusting. I could destroy him, and I have the sudden suspicion that he’d thank me for it afterward.
Not tonight. I have to do this right. If he’s not going to take care of himself, then I’ll do it for him. I squeeze his ass tighter, making him whimper. “That is not an answer, Poseidon. It’s a cop-out.”
“Icarus—”
Gods, but I love the way he says my name. I release his ass and give him a little slap. “Tell me. Explicitly. Use your words, big guy.”
He makes that delicious whimper again and fists the comforter before he remembers my command to keep his hands flat. It’s amazing how such a small movement makes me feel like I can soar.
Poseidon presses his head hard to the bed, every muscle in his back tensing. “I want you to…” He drags in a breath that feels sucked directly from my lungs. “I want you to fuck me, Icarus. I want it to hurt.”
I have to close my eyes and count slowly to prevent myself from coming on the spot. Holy fuck. I… Gods. Focus. I just need to focus. Another night, another time, I’d give him the exact opposite, would go slow and soft and prolong it until we’re both a mess. But trust is built one block at a time, and his honesty deserves the reward of giving him exactly what he had the courage to ask for.
“One last question,” I murmur. “When is the last time you had someone here?”
He’s silent long enough that it’s clear he doesn’t want to tell me. I’m not moving forward without an answer, so I simply keep stroking him while he wrestles against the impulse to stay silent.
Finally, Poseidon says, “Six months.”
So long.
“Got it.” I make myself stop touching him long enough to shove off my pants and grab the condom and lube. After a quick internal debate, I roll the condom on my aching cock and set the lube next to his hip. I’ll need that in a moment.
But first, I fully intend to make Poseidon beg.
20
Poseidon
I didn’t know it was possible to feel like I’m floating while also existing in pure bliss in my skin at the same time. My ass pulses in delicious agony in time with my racing heart, spurred on by Icarus squeezing me roughly. He hasn’t even touched my cock, and yet pre-come leaks from the tip and my balls are heavy and ready to explode. Just from pain.
I didn’t know it could be like this. Not even last night prepared me, and he’s still only using his hands. The fantasy of how exquisite the experience could be with toys… I shudder. “Icarus, please.”
“That’s a start, big guy.”
Every time he calls me big guy, my thighs shake. I’m so used to being the biggest person in the room, to being careful around others because that fact comes with a level of responsibility and a threat I can never quite escape. But when Icarus uses that pet name, it’s almost indulgent, as if he’s nodding to my size and strength while knowing that he has me on my knees. He’s the one who holds the power.