Chapter Eleven
Worthy
Holy shit, I just asked Crow to tie me up and fuck me. I was a little embarrassed, but not the least bit scared. I must have either lost my mind or Stockholm syndrome was a very real thing.
Either way, from the light in Crow’s silver eyes, he was completely on board with my proposal. I wanted him. Now. I didn’t want to wait, but now that I’d asked for it, the decisions were in his hands, not mine.
“Fuck, I like the way you think, Worthy. I’ll think about what I’m going to do. Go get yourself cleaned up and ready. You’ll find a bunch of new plugs in the middle right drawer of the dresser in your room. Pick one and use your choice after you get ready.”
I stood up, wasting no time to get started. Screw the laundry, I was going to get fucked. For good measure, Crow slapped me on the ass when I passed by him. “Go ahead and get moving. I’ll finish the laundry.”
My hand went straight to where he’d slapped, and he caught my surprised stare. Looking into my eyes a few seconds longer than was necessary, Crow waved me away. I walked swiftly out of the room, through my room to the bathroom, shutting the door. At this point, I was allowed a closed door if I needed it. We’d had something that upset our stomachs two nights ago, and we’d both needed alone time and privacy for a while. I wasn’t planning on going anywhere, if for no other reason than my safety. He knew that.
As I jumped into the warm shower and got everything clean, I contemplated my fluctuating situation. I wanted more from Crow than just safety now. Maybe I was getting used to him? I had no answers, I just knew at this moment I wanted him to take away my ability to move and fuck me raw. I was beyond worrying about why I was making the decisions I was making. I just wanted to be in the moment and live as long as I was alive, for however long that might be.
Finishing up and picking the plug was easy. Placing the good-sized plug was a bit more challenging, but I did it. I wanted to be ready for him if he was girthy. I said a silent prayer for not too long and a good sized girth for that stretch I loved so much. Or I had loved it years ago. I assumed once you loved your ass stretched in a certain way, you always did. The plug had answered part of that question, giving me a thrill as it went past the first muscles and sucked in to settle the large rhinestone plug flush against my hole. It was long enough that if I moved just right, the end would tickle my prostate deliciously.
I had chosen this plug not only for the size but also for the decoration. I wanted Crow to like it and treat my ass like a present he was being given. I knew it was fanciful bullshit that my shriveling little self-doubt personality thought up, but even so, it couldn’t hurt. Looking in the bathroom mirror, I liked the way the purple rhinestone sparkled when I moved from side to side.
And it wasn’t a bad ass either.
All that time kneeling and learning to get up and down perfectly had given my natural bubble butt even better cheeks, with just the right amount of crease where the ass cheek met the thighs. Looking over my shoulder, I put my hands under each side, lifting the cheeks and watching them bounce on my palms. It was the ass of a professional dancer or stripper. Maybe I could do that when I left here.
When you leave?
I felt a pang in my chest at my stray thought, but I wasn’t going anywhere near that thought for now. This was my time to take back my sexual identity. Caged or humiliated for wanting things Terrence thought were abhorrent, I hadn’t had a true sex life for over three years now. I wanted my life back, my entire life back. I was on that road, thanks to a kidnapping killer, but whatever the path, I wouldn’t veer from it. My sexual identity was a guy who loved a cock in his ass while he was tied so tight he couldn’t move, and I wasn’t going to apologize for it ever again.
Looking in the closet of the bedroom, I found a robe but decided against it. I was proud of my body. I wasn’t hiding anymore. Not now and not ever.
Still staring into the closet and deep in thought, I didn’t hear Crow enter the room. He snaked his arms around me, one hand over my heart and the other palming my suddenly interested cock. Soft breath blew past my right ear while he caressed my nipple with one hand and massaged my balls with the other. I leaned back into his embrace, loving the solid feel of his chest behind me and his steady hands working me slowly.
“You’re such an obedient boy, Worthy. You followed every direction.”
Crow’s whispered words sent a shiver down my spine. That gruff voice did things to me even when we were talking about the weather, but now, in this place, it set me on fire.
“I love the purple you chose. I almost hate to take it out, but I can’t wait to have that ass belong to me. I’ve wanted to fuck you since I saw you drunk and adorable on that porch, Worthy. I’m going to ruin you tonight, and you’re going to thank me for every bit of the pain.”
Crow, gripped my balls in his hand tighter and tighter as he spoke so softly. His grip on my nipple turned from gentle to sharp, then to searing pain when he pinched it between his fingers, pulling and twisting. When he finished speaking, he let me go, and I was left with the last words out of his mouth and the echoing feeling he gave me. Pain.
He was right. Iwouldthank him for the pain, that exquisite pain I knew only he could deliver. I also knew he would give me the perfect mix of pain with the sweeter sensations he knew how to wield.
Lost in thought, I wasn’t prepared for what Crow did next. My hands were wrenched behind my back, and a rough rope was wrapped around my wrists tighter than necessary. The rope dug into my skin, keeping me from moving even a little. I didn’t have time to try the restraint before I was marched toward the bed, bent over, and pushed face down into the comforter. More rope was wrapped around each of my ankles, but not to each other. No, my legs were quickly tied to the legs of the beds. Crow wasn’t whispering sweetly in my ear now either.
“Spread your legs as far as you can go, then go further, boy. Don’t make me tell you twice. I’m not waiting much longer to have that ass.”
Words like those coming out of my ex’s mouth would have made me shrink inside. I heard those same words coming from Crow, and all I wanted was to obey and reap the rewards of my submission.
My legs spread as far as I could go, then further still until I was hanging off the bed precariously, barely able to stay upright. Crow snaked a long rope under both my arms then pulled tight across my back. The tails he pulled across the bed and secured them to the legs of the bed on the opposite side. I was pulled almost painfully tight between my legs on one side, and my upper body pulled to the other. I was helpless and open to him.
It was perfect.
I could have come right then from the anticipation, but I was waiting to see what else Crow had in mind. Like everything else, I didn’t have long to wait.
I heard his belt being opened, pulled out of his jeans, and then dropped to the floor with a thud. Next, his jeans were being unbuttoned, and the zipper snatched down quickly. The jeans rustled as they were worked down his thighs, and only then did I feel his hand touching me again.
Slap
I jumped at the first hit, but because of the restraints, I didn’t visibly move. More slaps to my ass followed—one after another, after another. They were placed all over from my lower back down to my upper thighs. The initial stings of the blows began to blend together. The longer Crow hit me, the more the sensation grew, from a sting to a burn, then from a burn to an inferno. My skin felt hot enough to burn anything that touched it. It felt worse than any sunburn I’d ever had. After a time, my instinct was to flinch from the terrible hands that were hurting me with no mercy, but I had asked for this. I told him he could do whatever he wanted, and I would endure.
