Jay licked his lips, fire dancing in his gaze. “I guess I don’t have to ask if you’re wearingeverything. Go ahead and pop them on. I’ll take care of you, and we’ll make time to talk later. I promise.”
“Fuck, you put them on.” Aaron thrust the cuffs at Jay. “I’m scared of unnecessary movements. I feel like I could come just from the act of breathing.”
“Oh, I’m going to have so much fun tonight.” Jay wrapped the soft leather around Aaron’s wrist, and his voice lowered. “Ready?”
“Green. Fuck. The greenest green. Please put me out of my misery.”
Jay moved closer, the intoxicating scent of cinnamon and cloves shattering the remnants of Aaron’s self-control. Heleaned in, moaning at the touch of Jay’s hand as it ghosted across the outline of his cock. Jay added more pressure, using his nails to scrape at the latex, and Aaron clutched onto his shoulder, knuckles turning white with the exertion of holding off his orgasm.
With a wicked smile, Jay took Aaron’s hand and led him away. As they approached the staircase, Aaron already knew their destination.
The viewing rooms.
Jay was going to edge and torture Aaron in front of anyone interested in watching. The thought made him clench around the plug, ripping another groan from his throat.
They entered one of the rooms, and Jay closed the door behind them. Anyone could watch, but no one was allowed to join in.
Aaron stood perfectly still, the cool air raising goosebumps on his arms as he waited for Jay’s instructions. The earlier desperation ebbed, replaced by calm. Nothing compared to the thrill of surrendering, the satisfaction of offering himself and being accepted.
Jay guided him to the St. Andrew’s cross attached to the wall.
“I know you have your cuffs, but I’m gonna use the built-in restraints for comfort,” Jay murmured as he positioned Aaron with his back against the wall, arms and legs spread wide. Aaron briefly wondered whether he looked as desperate as he felt, but he found he didn’t really care. A soft, airy haze wrapped around him in gossamer strands, blurring his thoughts.
“I noticed last time how sensitive your nipples were. You were going wild from a single touch.” Jay undid the belt going across Aaron’s pecs. “Let’s see how much you can take.”
Aaron didn’t have a chance to wonder what was coming before Jay pinched his nipples, increasing the pressure while Aaron writhed from the sharp sensation.
“I can’t wait to see you squirm. You’re not the begging type, but I have a feeling that’ll change tonight.”
Aaron didn’t doubt him for a moment, already on the verge of pleading. He was glad his arms and legs were bound to the cross, because he wouldn’t know what to do with his body otherwise. The simplest sensations quickly became overwhelming as Jay alternated using his fingers, lips, and teeth.
“Look at it. So red. So sensitive. It wouldn’t take much to make it hurt.”
Jay rubbed the engorged nub with the pad of his thumb before flicking it hard. Aaron howled and fought against his restraints, pleasure and pain colliding with each other. He didn’t know what he wanted—to get away or cry out for more.
“Mmm, poor baby. Did that hurt? Let me make it better.” Jay sucked the throbbing nipple between his lips and tongued it gently. Aaron stilled, conserving his energy for the torment he knew would come next.
Jay reached into his suit pocket and produced a clamp, attaching it right at the center of the pulsating pain. He lifted his eyes up to Aaron’s face and winked with a sly smirk before latching his mouth onto the other side. He nibbled softly before increasing the pressure with his teeth.
Pleasure zinged through Aaron’s body—small electric jolts originating in his chest, ricocheting around, and echoing through the plug that mercilessly pressed against his prostate. Aaron struggled fruitlessly, using every bit of his energy. He didn’t want to escape the ecstasy of this torture, but his body was overstimulated and moving on its own.
His body belonged to Jay.
“I love the way you writhe on that cross. Drowning in pleasure, unable to control yourself. And we’re just getting started.”
Jay attached the second clamp and trailed a finger down Aaron’s chest and stomach, down the obscene bulge threatening to tear through Aaron’s shorts, pausing at the tip of his aching cock.
Aaron didn’t know which sensation to focus on, wasn’t sure he still had the ability to focus on anything. His nipples were on fire, his asshole stretched around a hard, unyielding object, his arms and legs completely immobile. Every nerve cell was concentrated around Jay’s firm touch as he forced more desperate moans to fall from Aaron’s lips.
Suddenly, Jay let go and stepped back. Aaron needed him to return, needed those hands touching him, teasing him. He let out a whimper, and Jay chuckled.
“Don’t start begging yet. We have a long way to go.” He crossed the room in slow, deliberate strides, stopping in front of a bag sitting on a table. Aaron hadn’t paid attention to anything when they walked in, but as he watched Jay reach in and pull out a flogger, then looked around to see the wide selection on the wall, it hit him—Jay had brought his own.
“A lot of people think nipple clamps are simple,” Jay said conversationally as he sauntered back over. “Put them on, feel the pinch, get off on it, done.” He released the clamps and stuck them in his pocket. “But the real fun comes after you take them off. All that blood rushing back. You’ll never be more sensitive than right after they come off.”
To demonstrate his point, Jay rolled one of the throbbing red nipples between his fingers, and Aaron almost bucked himself off the wall from the intensity. Gulping in air, he trembled, his mind reeling as he looked between Jay’s satisfied smile and the flogger in his hand.
He knew what was coming. A part of him wanted to thrash against the restraints and scream, while the rest of him was desperate to submit.
