by Roni Loren
And from the look on Colby’s face right now, Keats knew that Colby had decided that tonight, Keats needed some sting.
Colby walked over until he was right in front of Keats and leveled him with a look. He tapped Keats’s cheek, which was a sign to open his mouth. When he did, Colby put the riding crop between Keats’s teeth. “Bite down.”
Keats obeyed, the unyielding handle of the crop pressing against his teeth.
“Now go over to the bed and bend over, forehead to the mattress, hands behind your back. Let go of the crop and you’ll regret it. Nod if you understand.”
Keats nodded, sweat already gathering on the back of his neck.
He walked over to the bed, keeping his back straight, and then bent over to get into position. He clasped his hands behind his back. Despite the cool air in the bedroom, his cock went hard almost instantly.
“If you need to safe out, you drop the crop and say your word or lift an arm.” Colby ran a warm hand down the length of Keats’s spine, and Keats had to fight to stay still.
He had no idea if Colby was just going to go for it. Was this the moment? A blanket of nerves fell over him.
“Widen your feet,” Colby said, his tone militant. “And relax. If you want to take me, you’re going to have to learn to let me in.”
Keats sucked in a deep breath through his nose, careful to hold on to the crop, and released it, trying to let go of the tension as well. He did it three more times.
“Very good, Adam. I like that you can follow instructions.” Colby ran his hand along Keats’s inner thigh and then cupped Keats’s testicles in his hand with a firm grip. He gave them a little tug.
Keats groaned, the snap of discomfort mixing in with the pleasure of being handled.
“You should see how fucking sinful you look right now. That gorgeous body, all that ink, this hard cock and spread ass. One day I’m going to tie you down like this and enjoy the view while you beg me to touch you.”
Fuck. Keats almost lost his grip on the crop.
“But I’m not feeling patient tonight. I’m ready to mark what’s mine.” His fingers trailed along Keats’s crack and found his opening. He teased around it for a second and then pulled away.
Keats made a sound of protest in the back of his throat, but then he heard the sound of the lube squirting into Colby’s hand. Soon, the fingers were back, painting Keats’s most forbidden spot with the slick fluid. Colby pushed a finger inside, and Keats thought he might die from the wave of need it sent through him.
“You’re going to take this plug for me,” Colby said, adding another finger to the stimulation. “It’s not quite my size but it will get you ready for me.”
“Yes, sir,” Keats mumbled around the crop.
Colby took his fingers away and then something colder and more pliable pressed against his opening. Keats forced himself to relax, taking a few deep breaths again, and then the tip of the plug breached him. The pressure felt good, but Keats had seen what the plugs looked like. They got wider at the base, so he tried not to brace for what was to come. Colby twisted the toy, the ripples in the silicone stimulating Keats’s sensitive flesh, and then he pushed it deeper. The stretching feeling was almost too much to take for a second—some weird combination of pain and pleasure intersecting. Keats desperately wished he could reach down and stroke his cock, tip the scales more to the pleasure side, but he kept his hands clasped tight behind his back.
Finally, the plug seated deep, and Keats’s body melted around it, the flared base holding it in place. Colby gave it another twist and Keats fought to keep from begging.
“You’re good?” Colby asked.
“Yes, sir,” he said again from between clenched teeth.
“Perfect. Then you won’t mind this.”
The plug hummed to life, vibrating a place that had never been vibrated in Keats’s life. He dropped the crop. “Shit.”
“Oh, well, would you look at that,” Colby said, the Texas twang getting heavy in Colby’s voice. Keats had found the more turned on Colby was, the more country came out. “Looks like you couldn’t follow the rule.”
“Sorry, sir,” Keats said, fighting the urge to move his hips and rub his cock along the bed. The vibration was going to drive him to the brink.
“I’m not. More fun for me. Get up, Adam, and stand beneath the hook.”
Keats released his hands and pushed himself off the bed. The plug made him feel full in the most erotic way, but he managed to get his legs moving so he could go to the spot where Colby wanted him.
Colby went over to his drawer and pulled out his favorite—rope. Then he took his goddamned time, tying Keats’s arms to the hook in the ceiling. Keats felt his thoughts hazing around the edges already, the high of submission kicking in.
Colby made sure Keats was secure and then grabbed the riding crop off the bed. He stood in front of Keats. “Look at me, Adam.”
Keats lifted his head, finding Colby looming big and powerful in his jeans and dark blue sweater—the teacher transformed into the all-powerful master.
Colby stepped into Keats’s space and reached down to give Keats’s cock a squeeze. “Ready to fly for me?”
Keats swallowed hard. “I’m ready to do anything for you.”
“Good answer.” He pulled a strip of black satin out from his pocket and tied it around Keats’s eyes. “See you on the other side.”
The blindfold was the last thing Keats needed to settle in fully. He felt himself slipping into the happy place where all he had to do was give himself over to whatever Colby was going to do to him. Freedom.
And what Colby did was more than he’d ever given Keats before. The riding crop, which he’d seen Colby use in such a playful way with Georgia, was a wicked bitch when yielded with force. And Colby wasn’t holding back tonight. The sharp snap of the leather marked a path against every part of Keats’s back, ass, and thighs. Snap, snap, snap. The rhythm brutal and unrelenting. It echoed through the room without any words being spoken to interrupt. Every part of Keats’s backside burned and tingled. That, paired with the vibrations going on inside him, had his knees going weak within minutes.
“Stand tall,” Colby said, snapping the crop right against the base of the plug.
Keats’s spine went straight and stiff.
“Better. I’m only halfway done, and I know you’re tougher than that.”
“Yes, sir,” Keats said, breathless, sweating.
The sound of Colby’s footfalls moved off to Keats’s left and then another lighter blow hit his nipple. Oh, shit. Colby had moved in front of him.
Colby hit the other nipple with a little more sting added, and Keats grunted.
“Still with me?” Colby asked, pushing the leather of the crop beneath Keats’s chin. “Looks like your cock certainly is.”
“Still here. Both of us.”
Colby gave a low chuckle. “And still a smartass.”
He traced the tip of the crop down Keats’s neck and over his chest—lower, lower, lower. Keats felt everything in him cinching tight, knowing what his deviant lover had planned.
But even though he’d known it was coming, when Colby flicked the crop against Keats’s balls, Keats almost lost hold of what little composure he had. It hadn’t been a hard hit. But even so, knowing he was that vulnerable, that his most delicate parts were at the mercy of Colby’s whims, dialed into something elemental in Keats. In that moment, he felt his body surrender fully. Without conscious thought, his stance widened.
“Mmm,” Colby said, his voice rougher than it had been a moment before, like his own arousal was overtaking him. “You like that.”
Keats didn’t think Colby was expecting an answer on this one, so he simply lowered his head.
Colby took that as assent. He tapped the underside of Keats’s cock, then his inner thighs and balls again, marking a path that q
uickly morphed into erotic stimulation instead of pain. Every part of Keats’s body felt like it was humming with electricity, all of it alive and awake, his cock leaking with the intense arousal. And he couldn’t find a shred of shame in any of it.
This was who he was. And this man was who Keats could be all versions of himself with—no judgment. This was what love felt like. He wouldn’t apologize for that.
Soon, hands were cradling Keats’s face, and Colby’s mouth was on his. As their tongues stroked against each other, Keats found himself sinking into that state where he was all feeling and sensation.
Colby pulled back, cupping the back of Keats’s neck. “I’m going to get my knife and cut the ropes. I don’t want to waste time untying everything. But I need you to stay still. Can you do that for me?”
Keats nodded and let himself drift on the sensations of his tingling skin and the vibrator working its magic. Colby moved quickly and got Keats out of the ropes. He rubbed Keats’s arms and hands, bringing the blood rushing back to them. Then he tugged off the blindfold.
Colby had stripped out of his clothes, and Keats let himself take in the view with hungry eyes. Because Colby sometimes stayed dressed in the bedroom, it always felt like a special privilege to see him completely stripped down.
Colby nodded at Keats. “Get on the bed, lie on your back.”
Keats licked his dry lips. “My back, sir?”
Colby stepped closer, using the few inches in height he had on Keats to his full advantage. “Yes, Keats. Tonight I need to fuck you face-to-face. I want to watch you as I make you mine.”
Keats’s stomach flipped over. He couldn’t imagine anything better.
Getting onto his back on the bed reignited some of the sting the crop had caused, but he welcomed it. It brought him back into the moment, centering him again. He liked the buzzing feeling from the pain, but he didn’t want to miss a second of this. He scooted up the bed.
Colby grabbed supplies from the bedside table and then climbed onto the bed between Keats’s legs, looming over him. “Put your palm out.” Keats lifted his hand to Colby, and Colby drizzled lube onto Keats’s palm. “Stroke yourself while we do this. It will make it easier for you. But you don’t get to come until I do. So you slow down if you feel yourself getting close.”
“Yes, sir.”
Keats wrapped his hand around his cock and gave it a welcome stroke. But the lazy pleasure didn’t last long because Colby chose that moment to tug on the plug. “Easy now.”
The plug slid free but not without almost sending Keats into orgasm as it glided over that sweet spot inside him. Colby set the plug aside and replaced it with his generously lubed fingers. He peered down at Keats as he moved from one to three fingers, stretching him and readying him. It had to be one of the most erotic moments of Keats’s life. Colby gazing down at him with lust and love in his eyes, his fingers working him like he owned him.
Colby moved his hand away and shifted position, and then he was rolling on the condom and lubing up his own cock, turning it glossy in his grip. Keats gave his own dick a squeeze, warning his body not to jump the gun yet.
But luckily, Colby wasn’t going to make him wait any longer. Colby put his hands on the backs of Keats’s thighs and pushed his legs upward, opening him fully to Colby. Their eye contact didn’t break as Colby positioned himself at Keats’s entrance.
“Ready for me?” Colby asked.
“Yes. Please.”
Colby pushed forward slowly. The head of Colby’s cock felt so much bigger than the plug. An impossible amount of pressure. And Keats had a brief moment of panic that they wouldn’t be able to do this, that his body wouldn’t be able to accommodate Colby. But he breathed through it and stroked his own cock, focusing on relaxing and accepting the pleasure. The tight ring of muscle stretched and burned as Colby eased forward and before Keats could drag in another breath, his body gave way, taking Colby inside.
The taut, full feeling almost sent Keats into orgasm before Colby slid deep, but Keats squeezed the base of his cock and locked onto Colby’s gaze, determined to hold off for him.
Colby’s eyes closed, and the veins in his neck bulged as he seated himself fully inside Keats. It was the hottest damn thing Keats had ever seen—Colby overtaken with need. And he got the sense that he wouldn’t be the only one fighting back a too-quick orgasm.
“Fuck,” Colby groaned.
“That’s the idea.” Keats smiled.
Colby opened his eyes, his gaze holding playful warning.
“Sorry, sir.”
“Don’t be. If you can make jokes, then I must not be hurting you too much, which means I don’t have to hold back as much as I’m trying to.”
Keats shook his head. “Don’t hold back. I want everything, Colby. I know what my safe word is. Trust that I’ll use it if I need to.”
Something broke over Colby’s expression and he gave a nod. “I do trust you.”
And with that, there was no turning back. Colby rocked back and then sank deep again, continuing with long, slow thrusts that had Keats feeling as if every cell in his body were ready to split in half and re-form into something new.
Colby’s eyes never moved away from Keats’s face. Keats held on to that connection as his hand moved over his own cock in the same rhythm, and he welcomed Colby into every corner of himself.
Time seemed to stretch and lengthen, the room fading around them. It was just him and Colby and this intensity brewing between them. This was so much more than Keats had ever expected. And he knew without a doubt that he was where he was supposed to be. Everyone else be damned. Nothing wrong could feel this right.
Soon, sweat glazed them both, and slow and steady fell by the wayside. Keats’s hand was moving faster and faster and Colby was pistoning into him with tense need on his face, his damp hair curling at his temples. “You ready to come for me, Adam?”
“God, yes.”
“Then come.” Colby pushed on Keats’s thighs, opening him even wider, and sank impossibly deep, rubbing over that sensitive spot over and over again as he pulled back each time.
Every drop of blood in Keats seemed to race downward, and he exploded. His release jetted out over his hand, splashing his belly and chest as he groaned and grunted like a crazed animal.
Then Colby went over, his face contorting in pleasure and his cock pulsing inside Keats as another wave of sensation moved through Keats.
Colby had promised to send Keats flying, but he’d launched him into the fucking stratosphere instead.
When they both quieted, Keats reached out and wrapped his arms around Colby and pulled them both into a heap in the sheets. They were a mess. They were spent. It was perfect.
Keats glanced at the window. Well, almost.
—
After their night together and a long, hot shower, they both should’ve been exhausted. But Colby’s mind was whirling as he lay in the bed, Keats stretched out on his back next to him. And from Keats’s constant shifting of position, he could tell Keats was struggling to settle down, too.
“What are you worrying about over there?” Colby asked, keeping his eyes closed. “I can hear you thinking.”
Keats was quiet for a long minute. “Do you miss it being the three of us?”
Ah, that question. It could be a sticky one, but he wasn’t going to lie to Keats. “Are you asking if you’re enough?”
“No,” Keats said, moving onto his side to look at Colby. “It’s not about that—honestly. I was just wondering if you miss her.”
Did he miss Georgia? He missed both of them when they weren’t around. “I do.”
Keats’s eyes looked gray in the moonlight, pensive. “Do you think she’s doing what I was trying to do?”
Colby glanced toward the window, trying to picture what Georgia was up to right now—probably curled up and sleeping. Alone. “What d
o you mean?”
“She told me you were falling for me on that first night we were all together. She saw what was happening between us but couldn’t see that she was part of it. Do you think she pulled away from us to give us room to be together?”
Colby grimaced. “Y’all are a bunch of misguided self-sacrificing fuckers if that’s the case. But no, even if that’s in the back of her head, I don’t think that’s the main reason. I think she cares about us. And I know we could make her happy. But she can’t see past the trial. She’s protecting herself. And us. There’s a big possibility that sicko could walk. If he does, she won’t come back here.”
Keats’s jaw clenched. “If he goes free, that would be the end for her. She’d never feel safe again.”
“No, she wouldn’t, and this guy has murdered people who are close to her. That’s his M.O. So guess who’d be first on the list if she stayed in a relationship with us?”
“I’m not afraid of that shitbag. I wish he’d try to come after us. That’d give me a chance to take him out of her life for good.”
Colby rubbed a hand over his face, the urge to tear Phillip apart a recurring one. “Look, I’m with you. But Georgia’s not going to risk anyone she cares about. If he’s acquitted, she’s going to disappear again and not let anyone near her.”
Thinking of Georgia all alone, always hiding, locked in some house somewhere again, made Colby ill. And angry. And fucking helpless.
“God. We can’t let that happen,” Keats said, stricken.