Selecting a small leather flogger from the couch, Gregory dragged the falls over Landon’s cock and balls, his thighs, and his knees. He gathered the leather tips in his hand, pulled back and snapped them over Landon’s crotch. He grunted and bucked against his restraints, and Gregory whipped him again.
Gregory swung the flogger underhanded, so it smacked and lifted Landon’s balls with every pass, the diagonal cut tips grazing across Landon’s hole. When the skin between his legs was as red as his tear-stained face, Gregory dropped the flogger to the ground and fell to his knees, burying his face between Landon’s heated ass cheeks.
He forced his tongue against Landon’s hole and pressed inside. The sound of Landon’s restraints banging against the legs of the coffee table only heightened Gregory’s own pleasure. He fisted Landon’s cock with one hand and applied pressure near the tip while continuing his feast. He swirled a finger through the tub of lube he’d used to slick the plug, then drew a tight circle just under the point where his tongue disappeared.
Landon cried out, the sound muffled behind the gag, and Gregory breached Landon’s ass with his finger, fucking in and out from knuckle to tip, then adding another finger and another. The lube facilitated the slide and Landon’s ass sucked Gregory’s slick fingers in with little resistance. Gregory teased his pinky finger around Landon’s stretched entrance, dipping it inside and pulling it back.
Landon’s cock was hard and engorged, a brilliant near-purple shade of pain flooding its crown. Precum oozed from around the plug, and Gregory could feel Landon’s pulse under his skin.
Gregory changed the angle of his assault, standing up and driving his fingers deeper inside of Landon, then using his free hand to flip open the buckle on the gag. Landon spit it from his mouth and worked his jaw; snot and spit smeared across his chin and cheeks as he adjusted to the sudden intake of air.
A cry of desperation tumbled from Landon’s lips and he thrashed his head from side to side. Gregory pushed his pinky finger in and twisted at the wrist, marveling the way his hand was nearly gone.
“I need it,” Landon cried, his plea came out scratchy and without permission.
“What do you need?”
Gregory became aware of the violent slap of skin surrounding him, cries of pleasure filling the room that had all been overshadowed by Landon’s perfect groans and whines.
“Your fist, Sir. Please. God, put your whole hand in me.”
Someone in the room came with a shout at Landon’s words.
Gregory removed his hand and flipped the quick release latches on Landon’s restraints then hoisted him over his shoulder. He picked up the tub of lube, smacked Landon’s ass, and carried him from the room.
“That’s not for anyone but me,” Gregory told him in explanation, walking quickly to his bedroom and tossing Landon onto the sheets. He scooped his hand through the tub of lube, then crowded over Landon and pressed three fingers back inside at the same time he yanked the blindfold away.
Landon’s eyes were wide and red, soaked with tears and filled with yearning. Gregory buried his face against Landon’s neck and added his pinky finger again, using his body to hold Landon in place.
“Please,” Landon pleaded. He spread his legs farther apart for Gregory, who lifted his weight from Landon’s chest and dropped some more lube onto his hand.
“Look at me,” Gregory ordered.
Landon adjusted the pillows under his head so he could look down his body. Gregory wanted to make sure Landon watched every second of this, that he knew who owned his fucking body—owned his heart.
A large part of Gregory was pleased that he’d played so light with Landon in the living room. As much as he loved sending Landon flying into subspace, he wanted him here for this. He wanted Landon to feel the stretch of Gregory’s knuckles penetrating him.
The look Landon was giving him was incendiary. Gregory tucked his thumb against his palm and pointed his fingers together, giving a soft push against Landon’s resisting muscles. He worked his hand in and out, never fully breaching Landon, just twisting and exploring the new ways his muscles would grip him.
“Gregory.” Landon’s voice was barely louder than a whisper, but drew Gregory’s attention as if it had been a gunshot in the quiet room.
“Sir,” Landon amended, “I want to give it to you, please.”
Gregory leaned over Landon, curling a hand around the back of his neck and pressing their foreheads together.
“Let me in,” he whispered against Landon’s lips. He used the weight of his body to push his hand forward, the knuckles finally breaching Landon’s hole.
“Oh, God,” Landon cried, tears leaking from his beautiful fucking eyes. His mouth searched out Gregory’s and he nipped Gregory’s lips with his teeth to pull him close.
Gregory twisted his hand and tested the resistance, Landon’s tight muscles stopping his hand from leaving.
“You’re beautiful like this,” he praised against Landon’s trembling lips.
26
Landon
Landon sobbed openly and loudly,not feeling beautiful, but feeling completely destroyed. His body had broken out in a cold sweat, his cock pulsed around the urethral plug Gregory had put inside of him, and now his ass—stretched apart and beaten by his Master’s fingers, his hand, his wrist.
