What would most efficiently force all other thoughts from Rin’s brain, until the only thing he was capable of thinking about was Kelevra and only Kelevra.
Up until a few days ago, this room had acted as a dining area that went unused. He held parties outside but only allowed guests as far as the living room when it came to the actual house itself. The table and chairs had all been removed so the device could be installed, and he’d come in here on more than one occasion to check the controls, test everything out and make sure it was in perfect working order. He hadn’t wanted anything to go wrong tonight, had even stroked himself off in the shower picturing what Rin might look like when he used it on him.
His fantasies paled in comparison to the real deal, though he was used to that being the case when it came to his Consort.
Rin was hovering at an obtuse angle, his breathing labored. Everything but the cuffs had been removed, and his toned body was glistening from a fine sheen of sweat under the bright overhead orb lights Kel had kept on.
He wanted to see everything. Every twitch of muscle, every furrow of Rin’s brow.
His gaze wandered over to the massive wall made entirely of mirror to his right. He wanted to see himself too.
Kelevra stood between Rin’s spread thighs, holding a flickering candle over his chest. Bringing the end to the nipple he’d just pinched, Kel tipped it, watching as melted wax spilled.
Rin hissed when it pooled over his sensitive bud, throwing his head back. A vein in the side of his neck bulged, and his dick bounced, the tip just barely brushing against Kelevra’s navel.
He moved in closer, pressing against Rin so he could feel his cock settle between his ass cheeks. Soon, Kel would slip inside and make a home of all that welcoming, velvety, heat.
Soon. But not yet.
“Is it better than the ice?” Kelevra asked, pouring more onto the opposite nipple, watching as Rin tensed upon contact. It should be hot, but not enough to cause any damage or leave any marks. That was for Kel to do himself.
“It’s better,” Rin answered, and he was a bit surprised that he had, accidentally spilling more wax over between Rin’s pecs than he meant to.
“How is it better?” He was curious.
“It feels…” Rin’s brow furrowed. “Tingly. I can feel the wax hardening.”
“Ah, it’s grounding you. Is that because you’re Tiberan or because—”
“I’m in a zero gravity device and feel like I’m floating with nothing to hold onto,” Rin cut him off, though it lacked any of the usual sarcastic bite his comebacks held.
Interesting. This appeared to be working far better than Kelevra had even hoped.
He set the candle aside and took in the other objects on the metal table, recalling Rin’s earlier statement. “Am I to believe you’re not interested in being bled?”
Rin froze, but the fear didn’t last long, there and gone, Kel’s eye picking up on the minor fluctuations of his body and processing just as quickly. “Some pain is fine,” he began tentatively, clearly trying to decide how much he wanted to divulge, how much could be used against him later.
Which meant he was still thinking too much after all.
Kelevra would have to remedy that. He wanted him so mindless, not only would Rin be unable to guard against him, he wouldn’t even think to try.
“It’s not the pain that does it for me,” Rin continued. “It’s—”
“Lack of control.” Kel nodded even though he couldn’t see it with the blindfold on. A part of him had been determined to hold himself back, had spent days trying to convince himself that since he’d bought the machine outright, they’d use it again and there was no need for him to rush.
Seeing Rin’s naked body like this though, knowing that he was fully at Kelevra’s mercy…
Kelevra skipped over the leather whip and picked up the short knife on the table.
“That doesn’t mean I’ll be okay with you doing whatever the hell you like,” Rin said, and it was obvious by the way he paled slightly and tipped his head in the table’s direction that he’d heard the slight clatter of the handle as it’d been lifted.
Kel had intended for that to be the case, gaze dropping to between his thighs to take in his dick. For what he intended to do, he needed Rin to calm down some.
“That’s exactly what it means,” he corrected sternly as he walked around, stopping at his left shoulder. “That’s what a lack of control is, Flower. It’s when I have all of it,” he brought the sharp tip of the blade to the spot just beneath Rin’s nipple, “and you have none.”
Rin cursed when his skin was nicked, the wound only small enough for a single drop of blood to well. “Asshole!”
“Quit acting like I cut it off,” Kel drawled, then pretended to consider. “Should I?” He tilted the blade so Rin would feel it against him. “Just slice it off?”
