His thighs shook as Marcus’ body bore into him, and Lucian felt his fat cock wedge between the cheeks ofhisass.
The rope tightened suddenly, putting pressure on Lucian’s wrists, and he jumped in surprise. With Marcus over him, there wasn’t much space to go anywhere, but the impact was all that mattered. Marcus hadfeltit.
Hechuckled.
The rope did notloosen.
“Do you like the feel of it?” Marcus asked. The coarse rope contrasted the silk blocking Lucian’s vision. “Do you like how firm it feelsagainstyou?”
“Yes.” Lucian knew it would do him no good to beg. He belonged to Marcus—the things he wanted were secondary to what Marcus demanded—but Lucian had been wound up since before work, and he was aching for Marcus’ touch. “Please,please, Master, I need you. I need you sobadly.”
Another chuckle. Marcus’ hands ran down Lucian’s back to the dip in his spine. The touch was electric. Without his sight to distract him, Lucian felt Marcus’ fingers like he never hadbefore.
The pressure. The toughness.Thecare.
Marcus’ hands parted when they reached the small of Lucian’s back. Lucian felt them trail along to his flanks, then move down to circling around the swell of his ass and creep up its sides instead. Traveling across his sensitive skin, Marcus’ fingers decreased in pressure until they almost stopped touching Lucian entirely. The ghosted sensation of static between them was electric in ways it shouldn’t have been, and Lucian moaned into Marcus’ pillows as Marcus treated his body with untoldkindness.
There was no response tohisplea.
Marcus’ fingers continued to ghost across Lucian’s skin, and Lucian tracked the sensation down the cheeks of his ass and to his taint. He bore himself a little higher as one of Marcus’ hands slipped beneath him, finding his balls and taking each in his palm to fondle and squeeze. Pleasure surged in Lucian’s groin, and he had to grip the headboard tighter to keep from pressing intoMarcus’hand.
“There’s so much of my cum in you, isn’t there?” Marcus asked in Lucian’s ear. He’d adjusted his position so he laid across Lucian, and Lucian felt him reach for something near the bed. “So much of it that I want to work out of you. Where am I going to start? I need to getitall.”
His hand tightened around Lucian’s balls, nearing pain, but not breaching it. Lucian squeezed his eyes shut even though the blindfold forced him into seeingnothing.
A click rang through the room, cutting through the noises that now tumbled nonstop from Lucian’s mouth and into the pillows. Lucian knew what it was, and it didn’t surprise him in the least when he felt Marcus’ hand return between their bodies, his fingers wet and chilledwithlube.
“I think there’s so much, I’m going to need to work it out from the inside,” Marcus murmured, as though he was speaking to himself. “I’m going to need to push it out of you. How do you think that sounds,fledgling?”
Lucian whimpered. He couldn’t find the strength tospeak.
“Mm.” Marcus chuckled against the back of Lucian’s ear, then raked his teeth across it. “You do test my patience. I asked you a question. I expect you torespond.”
“Yes,” Lucian gasped. Each word was a struggle. “Master.”
There was no more conversation. Marcus’ fingers circled his hole, teasing it, then pushed inward. The intrusion was familiar, and under normal circumstances Lucian knew how to loosen himself for a man, but with Marcus there, he clenched like a virgin. Pleasure rippled through him, and he found himself tugging against the ropes as Marcus’ fingerspluggedhim.
The scent of alpha filled the air, so strong that Lucian smelled it through the linens. He tried his best to calm down and relax for Marcus, but Marcus had stripped him down until there was nothing left. All of Lucian’s experience hadn’t prepared himforthis.
For the first time, he knew what it was like to be with a man who wanted him for morethansex.
Marcus’ fingers pushed inward, prepping him. He moved with practiced ease, but progressed with regard to Lucian’s comfort. His fingers curled, seeking to put pressure where it most mattered, and Lucian shifted his hips to help. The second Marcus found the right spot, Lucian drew in a shuddering breath andfroze.
“There it is,” Marcus uttered, voice heavy with prideful lust. “That’s where my cum is, isn’t it? That’s where it’s stored up insideofyou.”
Tears gathered in Lucian’s eyes, not from embarrassment or from pain, but from the incredible pleasure of release. He hadn’t come, but Marcus had chased the past from his bones and stripped the old memories fromhismind.
In that moment, Lucian wasnormal.
It was a gift he didn’t think he’d ever be able torepay.
Marcus’ fingers curled and straightened, setting up a rhythm that drove Lucian toward the edge. He held his thighs apart and kept his ass hitched, but his body trembled, and his core threatened to give out. The bed was so close and so welcoming, but he knew if he dropped onto it, he’d be breaking Marcus’trust.
Marcus wanted him to stay like that. He’dorderedit.
Lucian wouldn’t lethimdown.
“Does it feel nice?” Marcus’ free hand found Lucian’s cock, and it stroked him in time to the motions of his fingers. Lucian choked out a cry and buried his head deep into the pillows. “I bet it feels nice, holding it all in for me, but it’s time to let it out, fledgling. It’s time to let itallout.”
