Peter screamed into his ass, but the pain prodded his obedience, his tongue pushing out with a forceful thrust and swiping over Carver’s hole.
Goosebumps blossomed down Carver’s back, Peter’s tongue in his ass sending sparks of pleasure up his spine. He reached down and spread his cheeks, giving Peter better access and lowering himself down so that he was fully smothering his omega with his muscular ass.
Giving Peter’s nipple an apologetic rub for his earlier harshness, Carver wiped the sweat from his brow and looked down the length of his omega’s body, his hand pumping his cock with all the finesse of a teenager.
Carver grinned, grabbing his phone and taking a small video of Peter beneath his ass, panning out to show him jerking off.
Tex was going to be so pissed he’s missed this.
* * *
After that,Carver had relaxed and even somewhat started looking forward to the night at the club. Though showing off his claim was appealing, especially now that he knew it was a feeling shared by Peter, the fact that it was being demanded of him was not.
On Thursday evening, Carver came home from work to find a package waiting for him. It was the sandpaper gloves he’d ordered a few days ago, looking even hotter than they had on the website. Putting them on, the leather stretching tight over his big hands, Carver reached into his shirt and experimentally rubbed over his nipple.
The sensation was intense, making him jerk and pull away, and when he looked at himself in the hallway mirror, his grin was practically evil.
“Peter?” he called, walking into the house and flexing his fingers. “I have something to show you!”
There was no reply, but Tex came out of the living room to greet him. He whistled when he saw the gloves.
“Nice,” he said, holding out his hand to feel the sandpaper texture on the inside of the palm and fingers. Carver obliged, holding out his hand for Tex to feel. His husband laughed. “Ouch, that’s sharp!”
“I want to show Peter,” Carver said, feeling cruel and wanting to make Peter cry.
He hoped Peter would be up for some rough fun. The night before had been distinctly vanilla, and Carver was in the mood for something a little less nice.
“He’s out,” Tex said, making Carver frown. “He’s got a job interview at that coffee shop on the Summerland campus. They called him an hour ago and asked if he could come in tonight.”
Carver was torn between being happy for Peter and annoyed that he wasn’t there to suffer for him.
“Can I try them on?” Tex asked, nodding down at the gloves.
“No,” Carver said, pulling his hands away. “You’ll stretch them out.”
Tex’s hands were a size bigger than Carver’s, and he had ruined more than one pair of Carver’s gloves.
“Fine, I’ll buy my own,” Tex said, rolling his eyes. “They’re fucking hot.”
Carver agreed, which was why he’d bought them.
Tex perked up. “We should go to Leather House. I can get my own pair, and you can get some new gear for Peter.”
Carver’s cock firmed right up at Tex’s suggestion.
“You don’t think it will freak him out?” he asked. Leather House had some pretty intense items for sale, and though Carver had thought about taking Peter, he’d dismissed it as too soon.
“Nah, he knows what we’re into by now. Besides, aren’t you curious about what kind of stuff he wants to buy?”
Carver hadn’t even considered that Peter might want to buy things.
“Yeah, I guess I am,” Carver said, wondering what kind of things would draw Peter’s interest. For all that Peter denied it, he was a total pain-slut, and Carver wondered what he’d do when confronted with a veritable buffet of implements to cause both pain and pleasure.
Would he freak out, or would his inner freak win out?
“So, we’ll go tomorrow after work. I can take Peter and meet you there.”
Carver nodded, his cock a hard line against the front of his suit. When he spoke, his voice was rough with desire. “It’s a plan.”
