Page 14 of One is Never Enough

“Red.”

“So willing to be my little whore again.” I walk behind him and examine the wall with all my favorite things on it. I grab my flogger and run the wide suede strips through my hand. Walking to stand beside him, I twist his body to the side with a hand on his hip and take my place behind him. “Count them.”

I flick my wrist, and the leather smacks against the pretty skin on his back, causing Oliver to suck in a breath. “One.”

“You left us.” Smack.

“I’m sorr?—”

“I said to count.”

Oliver’s head falls forward. “Two.”

“You promised to be ours and walked out.” Smack.

“Three.”

“You changed your number, and we didn’t know if you were safe.” Smack.

“Four.”

“You haven’t been taking care of yourself.” Smack. I immediately noticed that he had lost weight, which made my blood boil.

“Five.”

“You put yourself in danger today.” I can still see him standing at the edge of that fucking cliff. I stood there with my heart in my throat, without a clue how to fix it. Smack. Smack. Smack. I make sure each strike lands in a different spot, working my way down his back to his ass, avoiding his sides. “You lessened what we did to just fucking.” Smack. Smack. Smack. Oliver’s body is jerking in the binds, his brain trying to figure out if he likes what I’m doing. I can see his hard cock straining, so I know he does. Each time he jerks, it causes a chain reaction with the nipple clamps and the ring around his cock, overloading his body with sensations. His back and ass are a bright cherry red, and my dick is straining toward him, begging me to fuck him. Not yet. “I don’t hear you counting.”

“I don’t…I can’t…” His breath is sawing in and out of his lungs, making his words choppy. “Eleven.” I walk to look at his face, and he has tears streaming down his cheeks. “I’m fine.” He looks at me with those big green eyes. “You’re holding back, and you don’t have to. I deserve to be punished. I hurt you, and I’ll spend however long it takes making up for it.”

I finally let go of the doubts restraining me and unleash on him. I smack his chest down to his abs until they’re as red as his back and ass. Oliver counts each strike without fail, and I’m not even sure how he kept up when I lost track. “Thirty,” Oliver moans, and I step in front of him.

“Do you know why I picked that many?”

“No, Sir.”

“Because that’s the first month you were gone. Thirty fucking days that I had to go without seeing your face or hearing your voice. Thirty goddamn days that I had to watch Toby fall apart. Thirty days that you were alone without us. And that’s just the first month, Cum drop.” My heart is pounding in my chest, emotions swirling through my body. This boy has me so fucked up, and he doesn’t even realize it. He has tears streaming down his face that are a mixture of sadness and pain I put his body through. I step back behind him without a word and deliver each remaining strike with determination. Oliver is whimpering and babbling incoherently but refuses to use his safe word. His back, ass, and thighs are flaming red. “Say it, Cum drop.”

“No, Sir.”

“Say. It.”

“No!”

“Goddamnit, Oliver.” I toss the flogger on the table, grab the lube, and slick my cock up. I jerk the plug from his ass and shove inside him in one firm thrust, forcing him to stretch around me. I don’t give him a chance to adjust. I wrap my arm around his waist and start slamming into him. I know my thighs are slapping against his sore ass, but I can’t stop. “Get him unhooked.”

Toby jumps to his feet, releases the spreader bar, and then Oliver’s hands. I pull from Oliver, scoop him into my arms, and toss him on the bed in the back of the room. I climb between his spread thighs, already working myself inside him. “Sir,” Oliver moans, his hands hovering around my shoulders.

“Good boy,” I praise when he doesn’t touch me without my permission. “Go ahead.”

His hands slide over my shoulders and biceps. I slam my lips against his in a bruising kiss, thrusting my tongue in his mouth and overwhelming his senses. Oliver meets me stroke for stroke, and I shudder from head to toe. Grabbing the backs of his thighs, I push them until his knees are on the bed, bending him in half. I can’t get close enough or deep enough. I want to crawl inside him so he can never leave me again.

Pulling my mouth away, I unhook the nipple clamps and watch Oliver’s face as the blood rushes into them. He cries out, and his ass clamps down so hard on me that my thrusts stutter.

“You’ll never leave again,” I growl, staring him right in the eye. I know my face probably resembles a feral fucking animal, but I don’t care.

“No, Sir.”

“Hold his legs, Dirty boy.” Toby climbs onto the bed at Oliver’s head, grabs his ankles, and pulls so his ass is pointing straight up.

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