Most of all, he wanted to let Jay take him apart and put him back together.
There was a quick flash of uncertainty in Jay’s eyes, a barely-there crack in his confident armor. Aaron wanted to reassure him while he could still speak, letting out a low moan. “Yes, Jay. Destroy me.”
The first impact was surprisingly painless. The tails landed on his pec, caressing the skin and leaving pink prints behind. Pain came after the third lash, a searing sting that brought tears to Aaron’s eyes.
Jay worked methodically, alternating between the two sides and concentrating on the tender areas. Aaron jolted every time a tail landed on his nipples, the skin raw from abuse. He didn’t realize he was crying until Jay got to ten and paused.
“Had enough?” Jay quirked an eyebrow at him, looking calm and collected, as if he wasn’t affected by the scene one bit.
“No,” Aaron gritted out in a strangled whisper, a shiver rocking his body.
“You’re the most beautiful pain slut I’ve ever seen.” Jay moved closer, their bodies almost touching. “Your chest is a beautiful shade of red. I want to see that color all over your body.”
Aaron tensed with anticipation, his stomach somersaulting like he was about to jump off the edge of a cliff as Jay undid his restraints and led him to a yoga mat in the center of the room.
“I considered cuffing you to a bench, but I think I’d rather have you present yourself to me. Get on your hands and knees.” Jay arranged Aaron on the mat, his harsh words in stark contrast to his gentle touch. He massaged along Aaron’s arms to ensure proper circulation, and that little detail warmed Aaron through the fog as he settled into the demeaning position.
It didn’t escape his attention that his ass was pointed straight at the windows of the room. Anyone interested in the showwould see him bent over, on display, begging and pleading for release. The thought made his cock twitch in shame.
“Just like that, my sweet little thing. You’re gonna stay still and take every lash like a good boy, aren’t you?”
Aaron moaned his assent and curved his back.
“One more thing…” Jay peeled the tight latex down Aaron’s thighs, freeing his cock and letting it fill with blood that had been trying to rush into it for hours. Aaron swayed in place, and Jay steadied him with a hand on his hip.
Aaron’s legs were now constricted by the shorts around his thighs. Without being able to spread his legs, he couldn’t maintain his balance without lowering himself to his elbows, creating an even sharper angle.
Jay’s touch traced the curve of his spine, dipping into the crease and tapping the base of the plug. Aaron no longer had the energy to react. All he could do was make desperate sounds and clench around the silicone.
“Oh, sweetheart, what a beautiful sight you are.” Jay slid his hand over the smooth skin of Aaron’s cheeks and gave him a soft slap. “Remember, I’m not going to stop until you beg.”
Unlike the fast-paced attack he delivered to Aaron’s chest, Jay took his time with Aaron’s ass. After landing six sharp stings, he paused to play with the plug, teasing it in and out in shallow thrusts. When Aaron’s whimpers reached a new peak, Jay went back to the flogger.
Aaron was losing track of reality. His world narrowed to the flames dancing across his skin and the forceful pleasure building up deep inside. His arms trembled under him, threatening to give out. His cock throbbed and leaked. His nipples pulsed with each heartbeat. Every crack of the tails forced a sob of pain out of his chest, until he was making a constant stream of pleading sounds, babbling nonsense, too far gone for words.
There was a pause, a momentary reprieve, and then Jay’s hands were on him, kneading roughly. Aaron gasped and jolted forward, trying to escape the exquisite torture, but Jay used the momentum to flip him on his back. Through the tears filling his eyes, Aaron caught a blurry smirk, and then Jay stood up and stepped one foot over Aaron’s body, pressing his ankles against Aaron’s thighs to cage him in.
With a feral look on his face, he unbuckled his belt and dragged his zipper down, never taking his eyes off Aaron.
Aaron lay at Jay’s feet, exposed and helpless, as Jay towered over him and stroked his impressive length in a primal display of dominance. A hunter looming over his subdued prey. Smug. Cocky. In control.
This was it, the feeling Aaron had been chasing his entire life—the shame of being reduced to a whimpering mess on the floor, the safety of letting go and trusting someone to catch him. He straddled the edge of oblivion and bliss, hard as a rock, unable to look away, his pleasure building as the seconds passed.
Jay shuddered as his orgasm hit, pearly ropes of come raining down on Aaron’s face and chest, dripping into his open mouth. Delicious humiliation burned his cheeks as his tongue darted out to lick the sticky warmth off his lips.
When he was done, Jay calmly put himself away and lowered to one knee, the fire in his eyes betraying his bored facade.
“Please,” Aaron whispered in a shaky voice.
Jay flashed a mischievous grin and trailed his hand through his release on Aaron’s chest, rubbing it in as if it were a salve. Sharp pain rained daggers everywhere he touched, twisting with the heated coil of desire in Aaron’s stomach. He was close. So close.
“Fuck,” Jay growled as he spread his come around Aaron’s pecs and neck, moving up to the face. “Not gonna let you wash it off. I want you covered in me.”
“Always,” Aaron whispered and tried to buck his hips, failing to even raise them off the ground. “Please. Make me come.”
Jay slid down between Aaron’s legs. Aaron tried to watch, but the muscles in his neck wouldn’t cooperate, so he stayed flat on his back. The lights on the ceiling shimmered and twinkled as tears streamed down his cheeks.
The plug moved, its pressure suddenly increasing. It took his foggy mind a few seconds to register Jay pushing his finger in next to the plug, stretching his rim to what felt like the limit.
