Lucian choked out another cry. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to come, or if Marcus wanted him to hold it back. As Lucian straddled the line between orgasm and denial, Marcus stopped all stimulation. His hand parted from Lucian’s cock and his fingers withdrew from Lucian’s ass. The sudden emptiness was chilling, and Lucian lifted his head in stunned disbelief, only for Marcus to shove it back into thepillows.
Lucian submitted, exhausted yet eagerformore.
He couldn’t stop until he’d worked Marcus’ cum from his body. Allofit.
“If it won’t come out like that, we’re going to have to try something different.” Marcus spoke against the back of his ear, his body bearing down upon Lucian as he did. The hand left the back of Lucian’s head. In the seconds that followed, Lucian heard a series of familiar noises, each made more distinct by Lucian’s sensorydeprivation.
The tear of a condompackage.
The sound of lubricated latex working its way down a hardenedshaft.
Then the subtle, unmistakable noise of a man adjusting his position amongst thesheets.
The head of Marcus’ cock pushed against Lucian’s ring, then plunged into him. Lucian’s body stretched for him, letting him in like they’d been born to fit together—like Lucian really did belongtohim.
“Let it out,” Marcus urged him as he rocked forward. He didn’t move too quickly or push too far, but that didn’t matter. The sparks that shot through Lucian more than made up for the pace. They blinded him to the discomfort of intrusion and made him want more. “Let it all out. Comeforme.”
Lucian whined into the pillows, too overcome by the way Marcus made him feel for anything else. The back and forth of Marcus’ thrusts spurred him onward, but Lucian wanted to pump himself. His cock begged to be touched, but with his hands bound, he washelpless.
“M-Master.” Finding the power to speak was near impossible, but Lucian couldn’t keep quiet. Marcus was inside of him, filling him, and making him feel things he’d never thought he’d feel. The orgasm he built would be the best of his life, but it could be even better if only Marcus would touch him. “Your cum is almost here, but I need h-help. Touch me. Please,pleasetouch me. Help it come out. I can’t get it to come out onmyown.”
“Shh.” Marcus nipped the back of Lucian’s ear, and Lucian let out a muffled howl. His pace increased. He went deeper. Lucian took it, his body already addicted to the alpha who now claimed him. “You sound pretty when you beg, you know that? I don’t like what belongs to me toeverplead, but I’ll allow it justthisonce…”
Marcus grasped Lucian’s cock. The sensation of Marcus’ fist pumping him toward climax combined with the pleasure Lucian felt from each of his thrusts, and Lucian wanted to buck forward and push backward all at once. A small, hardwired part of his brain urged him to ride Marcus like he’d ridden his clients—to bring Marcus the most pleasurepossible.
But Lucian didnothing.
Hecouldn’t.
A switch had been flipped in Lucian’s brain, flushing out everything he once knew. Every thought he’d clung to and every instinct he’d once respected was gone. In its place was blissful emptiness—a sense of self that made Lucian wonder if he hadn’t foundheaven.
He floated, and the sensations he felt grew tenfold asstrong.
The burn of the rope as it strained against his wrists, the caress of the blindfold against the bridge of his nose, the rustling of the sheets as Marcus pumped into him, the slick sound of his own cock being stroked in Marcus’ fist, and even the catch of Marcus’ breath as he worked to milk the cum from Lucian’s body—it was all that mattered, and it became Lucian’s wholeworld.
“One more push,” Marcus promised. The words were distant, and they echoed strangely in Lucian’s ears. “Are you ready, fledgling? All you need is one more push. One more to get it out—to give me whatIwant.”
“Yes, Master.” The sounds came from Lucian’s mouth, but he couldn’t recall speaking them. “Please. Please, oh please,please.”
Marcus’ knot swelled. There was no warning. It stretched behind Lucian’s ring, plugging him and putting pressure where he needed itthemost.
Hecame.
The clench compressed everything inside of him, and it happened all at once. Lucian cried into the pillow, his body shaking as Marcus brought him overtheedge.
“That’s it,” Marcus praised. He worked Lucian’s cock, encouraging him to keep draining. “That’s right. That’s what I want. Good boy. You’re doing such agoodjob.”
The tears beading in Lucian’s eyes were promptly soaked up by his blindfold. He laughed, dry and raw, into the pillow as his body convulsed again andagain.
“Empty it all out,” Marcus whispered as Lucian shot again. “More. Givememore.”
Lucian emptied until there was nothing left to give. Even when he was done, he kept his ass lifted. Marcus was bound to him now, and would be for the next quarter of an hour until his knot deflated, but Lucian would not try to guidehimdown.
Until Marcus ordered him to move, he wouldstayput.
“You did such a good job,” Marcus uttered. Lucian heard the exhaustion in his voice. “So good. You couldn’t have made mehappier.”
The ropes tightened, then went limp. Lucian dropped his arms, but before he could guide them away, Marcus took him by the wrists and rubbed the sore spots with his thumbs. Lucianmelted.
