“No.”
“The water is going to be rough on your back,” I said, giving Kevin a gentle push off my lap. I was strong, but not strong enough to carry all of him to the bathroom. In response to my warning, he made a pleased noise. I swatted his ass and he jumped, laughing and walking down the hall to the bathroom. I followed him, closing the door behind me and stripping down. Kevin turned the taps on and I gestured for him to come closer.
“Let me get these off you.” I picked at the edge of a piece of tape with the corner of my fingernail, hoping my cock would ignore the way he groaned and moaned when the adhesive pulled at his skin.
“How does it look?” he asked after I’d tossed the final bandage into the trash can.
“Like…art,” I said quietly.
Kevin turned and looked over his shoulder so he could see the reflection of his back in the mirror. He smiled, his eyes getting that hazy, romantic look they did whenever I hurt him particularly well. I grabbed his nipple, giving it a rough tweak to distract him, and he shivered, his entire body convulsing as he moaned at his reflection.
“You’re something else. “I laughed, turning him toward the shower and giving him a gentle push. “I should pierce your nipples, see how much you like it then.”
“Don’t tease me so early,” he whined, stepping into the shower.
I lingered on the bathmat, waiting for him to acclimate to the way the water felt against the marks and bruises on his back. The single tail had been a last minute inspiration; it hadn’t been part of my original plan. I’d intended to flog him and cane him, maybe fist him if I was feeling particularly cruel. Bit there’d been something about the color of his skin, the angles of his posture, that had me biting back on the urge to make him bleed. I’d of course given in, giving him what he least expected and most wanted.
There wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for him.
“We never got to piercing on the list.” I climbed in behind him and closed the curtain.
“By the looks of it, there was a lot of things we didn’t get to.”
I picked up one of the loofahs and squirted soap into it, starting with the pleasurable job of washing my little masochist until he was clean. Kevin obliged me, stretching his arms and raising his feet. He leaned into me with a groan when I cradled his balls and he gasped, going weak in the knees when I pressed a soapy finger inside of him.
“We’ll get to them,” I promised, working my finger in and out of him, adding a second and repeating the motion. “There isn’t a single thing I wouldn’t do for you.”
“I know.”
“Everything we can think of, we’ll try. If it gets you hard, we’ll do it again.”
“What about what getsyouhard?” Kevin raised onto his toes when I pushed a third finger into him.
“This gets me hard,” I said.
“So…”
“So for now, we’ll do this.”
Chapter Eight
Kevin
“Ithink I’ve done something careless,” Ronan said, scratching the back of his neck and collapsing onto the couch.
He was still in his scrubs, on the back of another double shift, and he looked it. He plucked his badge off the pocket on his shirt and tossed it onto the table beside his crossed feet. There was a speck of blood on the top of his thigh, but I didn’t think he was even aware of it.
“What does that mean?” I sat on the coffee table on the other side of his feet, resting a hand on his ankle. He didn’t open his eyes and, for a fleeting moment, I worried about what Ronan would consider careless versus what I would consider careless.
“I gave Foster an idea last time he was over.” He scrubbed his hands down his face. “And he’s running with it.”
“What kind of idea?”
With his fingertips, Ronan pulled his cheeks down, giving his eyeballs a wholly unattractive look as he stretched them.
“He’s…” Ronan gestured in the air with his hand. “Arranging an auction.”
“A what?”
