Another series of strikes against my ass, harder and in quicker succession. The hits hurt, burning and aching from the impact, even as my chest cavity threatened to implode on itself and swallow me whole.
“Ten more to make sure you’re clear,” Sage said, landing another which I hoped counted as one. “And then you can come.”
He reached between my raised legs and made a fist around my balls, the move only propelling me closer to the edge than pulling me back.
The paddle connected, landing hard and loud against the delicate fold of skin where my ass met my thighs, and I screamed against the tape.
“One,” he said, swinging again and again.
I knew I was sweating, writhing and covered in gooseflesh. His hand was hot around my sac, my precum scalding against my stomach as it leaked out of my slit. Sage counted, but time blurred, his voice turned into a melodic hum, and the only thing I knew was how full I was.
But more than that, howgoodit felt to be that full. To have Sage put something so deep inside of me, I wondered if I would ever feel empty again.
One more strike against my ass and he released my balls.
“Ten.”
It didn’t take much, not even a hand and barely a breath. I came like a rocket, jets of release spurting so far out of my cock I could smell the salt of my cum in my nostrils. I lost my grip on my legs, and they fell to the bed as my whole body experienced the pleasure of the orgasm Sage had made for me.
I’d been given that orgasm because it pleased Sage to see me come—to see me come apart. He’d manipulated my skin, marked the deepest parts of me with his touch, and then he reached for me. Steady fingers dragged the cum away from my nose and toward my cheek, swirling it with a moisture there I hadn’t been aware of.
I’d been crying.
“Yield to me,” Sage said under his breath, leaning close and licking the mess from my face. “In all things or in none.”
I swallowed, forcing my heavy and tired eyes to open so I could see him. Sage stared down at me with a rich sincerity, a ferocious honestly that stole my breath as if he’d deemed it unimportant for me to breathe without his ongoing consent.
This was it.
I reached for him with trembling hands, managing to get a loose grip on his neck and I moved him over, aligning his mouth with my tape covered lips, and I gave him the no longer avoidable answer.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Sage
Things had been too quiet.
I’d spent my weekend fucking Golden through every surface I could put him against, his skin peppered with my bruises and bite marks. Some were visible, some weren’t. It had been nice for us to pretend there weren’t prices on our heads, or at least his head, but the fantasy had gone on long enough. I didn’t want the specter of a man with a gun pointed at the man I loved to take up any more space in my brain, so the solution was simple. I had to eliminate the threat. All of them.
“Huh.” Golden made an amused sound from the low-slung Adirondack chair on his back deck. We’d gotten up after another long night and he’d protested that he needed clean clothes that reached his ankles and his wrists, so we went to his house. Instead of changing clothes, he’d made himself coffee, collected the paper, and settled on his deck.
“What?” I asked, leaning against the slider and staring at the back fence.
“It’s Valentine’s Day.” He held the paper up over his head so I could see what he was looking at. It was an ad for a restaurant in Redondo Beach, all hearts and champagne flute clip art and shit.
“Okay,” I said.
He dropped the paper into his lap and glanced at me over his shoulder. “Are you not gonna take me out for a surf and turf?”
“Did you want a surf and turf?” I chuckled.
He looked down at his lap. “I don’t know. I’ve never had a date for Valentine’s before. Isn’t that what most people do?”
“Golden.” I pushed off the door frame and walked toward him, sitting in the second chair and giving him a doubtful, if not apologetic, look. “We aren’t most people.”
He made another sound in his throat, but this one led me to believe he was displeased. There wasn’t much I could do about it, though. It was risky enough pretending that we could fuck our way to safety. If Golden was going to spend half his time in subspace, I needed to be responsible and take care of everything else.
His phone vibrated against the arm of the chair and he frowned at the black screen. Another series of vibrations and he tapped the screen until it lit up, his frown deepening.
