Or love.
Chapter 15: Realizations
Cade
Not even in his filthiest dreams could Cade have conjured this vision of Tristan, sobbing from repeated denial and begging for his touch. He was trussed up and blindfolded, his cheeks wet with tears, his lips red and puffy, his skin branded, his dick leaking and rock-hard. The sight was a gut punch so irresistible that Cade's breath caught, and the words gushed out, raw and honest.
"You're so fucking beautiful like this, Tris."
Emotions surged unexpectedly, but he pushed them away, and then he was lost in the sweet sounds of Tristan's sobs, his howls of frustration, his desperate pleas, each one tugging at Cade's lower gut and cracking away another layer of restraint.
Words flowed from his mouth, but Cade was hardly aware of what he was saying. He was losing control, barely hanging on, surrounded by the smell and taste and feel of Tristan. When the other man's body finally clenched around his cock, he let himself follow, spiraling higher and higher and then into that delicious free fall.
As he basked in the tingling aftermath, his shallow breaths slowly returned to normal, and his body relaxed. Still, he lay there, not yet willing to move, to break this contact, to let this moment slip away.
As his foggy mind cleared, he registered what had happened.Tristan had come untouched on command.
That had to be the hottest fucking thing ever. Jesus, scenes this intense and satisfying could easily become addictive, and he wondered if he'd spend his life chasing this high.
Fuck, maybe he already was addicted, and Tristan was his drug.
If he had time, he'd love to see what else the redhead would enjoy. Spanking would definitely be high on the list, maybe other impact play, or...
He could almost hear his thoughts screech to a halt like a fucking record scratch, and berated himself for forgetting reality, blaming it on the post-orgasm brain haze.
The dark thoughts sparked irritation and resentment, so he punted them aside and switched his attention back to the man under him. He carefully stripped off the blindfold and watched Tristan's pretty face as he squinted from the brightness.
"There you go, you did so well," he praised as he tenderly kissed swollen, parted lips. "I'm going to clean you up, then we'll get you untied."
Tristan's cloudy eyes focused on him, but he didn't respond, so Cade pulled out and cleaned him up, untying his hands and gently rubbing the red marks circling his wrists.
"Do your wrists hurt? Are your hands numb?"
"No," came the barely audible reply.
"Are your shoulders or legs sore?"
"Mmm-hmm."
Interpreting that as a yes, Cade massaged Tristan's muscles, realizing with mild embarrassment and surprise that he had never devoted so much energy to aftercare. Yes, he always gave his subs what they needed after a scene, but he never felt this invested in doing everything possible to make them content and comfortable.
Jesus, he was in so much trouble.
Reluctantly pulling his hands from soft skin and sleek muscles, he suggested, "You should shower now, then you can sleep."
"Mmm-kay," the sleepy man hummed, but made no move to get up.
"Come on. Let's go."
Auburn eyebrows drew together, but there was no other movement, and thinking back to the day before, he realized what Tristan wanted.
"I suppose you want me to shower with you."
Cade got a hum in response, and he sighed, fully aware that he forgot the word 'no' whenever this man asked something of him.
Yep, he was screwed.
"Come on then."
