Wordlessly, Rin began to pump into him, pulling out almost all the way to the tip and driving back in deep. Each time he entered, Bay cried out, but that sound only seemed to spur him on, until his tempo had picked up to such a rough pace Bay could no longer track the movements of his hips as he drove into him like a piston.
It wasn’t nearly as horrifying to him as it should have been when shortly Bay’s dick hardened a second time, even considering it was being rubbed between his stomach and small pebbles and twigs. Rin had him pinned completely, but his nipples were forced to take a similar torture, chafing against the ground.
There were spikes of discomfort followed swiftly by the all-consuming hits of euphoria and his cries took on a different note as he was worked back up to that place where everything hovered between those two intense sensations, pain and pleasure.
Bay’s favorite place.
That cock battered into him again and again, practically tearing through him and everything was a buzzing, swirling mess around him, making it impossible for Bay to concentrate on anything but what his body was being forced to feel.
Which was probably why Rin had to repeat himself enough times he lost patience with him. His teeth pierced through the skin between Bay’s neck and shoulder, and he growled against the fresh wound, only letting go once he was certain he had his attention. “Call my name,” he demanded, voice promising more pain if he didn’t obey.
Not that Bay had the ability to deny him anything right now, with his head so muddled and his body singing the way that it was. He felt simultaneously like he was being ripped in half and sewn back together again, an altogether discombobulating experience he, up until this point, hadn’t been fully acquainted with.
The second orgasm snuck up on him, exploding like a rocket launch, blinding him in an instant.
“Varun!” he somehow managed to follow the order, even as he came completely and totally undone. Like before, Rin didn’t stop just because he’d reached his limit, continuing to fuck into Bay just as wildly.
As the last pings of pleasure started to fade, Bay felt his consciousness slip with it. The darkness loomed closer and closer and the last thing he was aware of was Rin burying himself as deep as he could. Warmth bathed his insides and, as it filled him, Bay’s overstimulated body succumbed to the black.
Chapter 11:
Light dragged him from comforting darkness and Bay groaned and slapped mindlessly at it. The movement only served to pull him the rest of the way out of sleep and he blinked, allowing his eyes to adjust. He’d left the blinds open last night and sunlight was pouring in, blanketing the entire bed.
He eased up into a sitting position and winced.
That sharp burst of pain, quickly receding already, was the hard reminder that he needed. It forced his mind to kick into overdrive and he gasped.
Last night.
He’d—
With—
Bay clutched at the heavy gray comforter resting over the top of him. The shitty thing was falling apart at the seams, but he’d yet to buy a new one. It held no sentimental value, he just rarely made it to the store for anything other than food and, even then, most of his meals were either at the school cafeteria or takeout.
What struck him so much about it, however, was the fact that it was his.
He was in his bed, in his room, in his house, but he had absolutely no recollection of how he’d come to be there. The last thing he remembered was taking a sledge hammer up the ass in the middle of the dank forest and then…
“I promised you’d make it out alive,” a knowing voice drawled, and Bay’s head shot toward his bedroom door which was located at the far-left corner of the room. Rin was standing there, partially cast in the shadows of the hallway, almost as though he were sticking to them on purpose for dramatic effect. “You’re heavier than you look, Professor.”
“Get out.” His hand immediately went up to his throat at the sound of his own voice. It was shredded to the point it was nearly unrecognizable even to his own ears. That concern got pushed down the ever-growing list of them, however, when his hand met something foreign around his neck.
It felt like a braid of leather, less than half an inch thick, and short, practically a choker though with a little extra give. Something metal was dangling from the front of it, and he explored it with his fingers, frown deepening. It was a tiny loop.
What. The. Fuck?
“You know, I’ve discovered I’m into primal play, Kitten,” Rin told him casually, like Bay hadn’t just woken up to the scene of a literal horror movie. “It’s honest once you get into the right headspace. That sweet spot where all you do is react and feel instead of think and plot?” He let out a low whistle that had Bay jumping slightly to attention. “That’s when your true nature gets revealed. Want to know what I learned about your nature last night, Bay Delmar?”
He shook his head, too afraid to speak.
“You came alive the second I tore into you,” he continued anyway. “Be it with my teeth or my cock. You hated it, but because you hated it, you also loved it. I knew you had interesting preferences, but I didn’t realize they ran that deep.”
Bay held up his hand, silently begging him to stop, but Rin didn’t listen.
“Knife play,” he checked things off with his fingers as he spoke, “Fear play—that one surprised me. In a good way. Primal play…Although, we should give that one another attempt. Do it properly.”
“No,” Bay did his best to make the rejection come off firm, leaving no room for argument.
