Page 173 of Body and Soul

Shepherd gripped my hips, the ropes creaking as he pulled me back onto his thick shaft. I cried out at the burning stretch as he pushed in, my body fighting the intrusion even as I welcomed it.

“That's it, just relax. Let me in, Eli. You're doing so well,” Shepherd crooned, his voice a deep rumble that I felt all the way in my bones.

Inch by excruciating inch, he sank into me until I was fully impaled on his cock, stuffed so full I could barely breathe. He was huge, stretching me wide open, filling me completely.

I whimpered and writhed, the ropes holding me immobile as Shepherd began to move. He set a brutal pace, plunging in and out of my hole with powerful thrusts that made the ropes sing. Each forceful snap of his hips drove his cock deep, striking that spot inside me that made my raw nerves scream with both pain and pleasure.

I was completely at his mercy, suspended and splayed for his pleasure, unable to do anything but take what he gave me. And Shepherd gave with a single-minded intensity that stole my breath and scrambled my thoughts.

Shepherd drove into me with a relentless ferocity, his hips snapping against my suspended body, making the ropes creak and groan. Each powerful thrust speared me open on his thick cock, filling me to the brim. I could do nothing but take it, bound and splayed as I was, a toy for his pleasure. My neglected cock bobbed against the ropes, hard and leaking.

“That's it, take it,” Shepherd growled, punctuating his words with a particularly brutal thrust that punched the air from my lungs. “This is what you're made for, isn't it? To be fucked and used for my pleasure.”

“Yes, Sir,” I gasped out, my voice wrecked. “Use me, please. I'm yours.”

I could only moan brokenly in response as Shepherd redoubled his efforts, fucking into me with an almost feral intensity. The searing pleasure-pain of his thick cock stretching me open, owning me completely, drove coherent thought from my mind. There was only the bite of the ropes into my skin, the relentless piston of his hips, the lewd slap of flesh on flesh echoing in my ears.

I was floating, my mind untethered from my body, which was nothing more than a vessel for sensation, a conduit for Shepherd's desire. Each powerful thrust stoked the fire burning under my skin, winding the coil of tension in my gut tighter and tighter until I was sure I'd shatter into a million pieces.

My cock was leaking steadily now, dribbling onto the ropes and onto the floor. Each brush of the soft fibers against my swollen flesh made me jerk and gasp, sending sparks of electric sensation up my spine to tangle with the growing ache in my balls.

Shepherd's thrusts were growing erratic, his breath coming in harsh pants against the sweat-slicked skin of my neck as he chased his release. The sharp bite of his teeth on my shoulder made me cry out.

“Fuck, Eli,” Shepherd ground out, his voice a deep growl that vibrated through my whole body.

“Please,” I whimpered, too far gone to manage more than that one desperate plea. I needed it, needed to feel Shepherd's release flooding my insides, branding me as his.

Shepherd reached around, wrapping one big hand around my aching shaft. I nearly screamed at the touch, hips bucking wildly into his fist as much as the ropes would allow. He jacked me with short, brutal strokes in time with the relentless piston of his hips.

I was so close, teetering right on the razor's edge. Shepherd's hand was a rough torment, stroking me just this side of too hard.

“Come for me,” Shepherd commanded, his voice rough and deep. “Now, Eli.”

I let out a desperate scream, my throat raw and aching, as I shattered into a billion glittering pieces. My cock jerked and pulsed in Shepherd's grip as I painted the ropes. Each searing pulse felt like it was being ripped out of me, leaving me hollowed out and filled with throbbing, electric ecstasy.

Shepherd groaned, a deep, guttural sound. His hips stuttered, losing their rhythm as he slammed into me one last time and stilled. I felt him swell and pulse inside me, his cock kicking as he filled me with wet heat.

“Fuck!” Shepherd's fingertips dug into my hips until his fingernails drew blood.

I sagged limply in the ropes, completely wrung out and floating. My mind was blissfully blank, thoughts scattered like leaves in a hurricane. There was only sensation—the lingering pulses of pleasure still sparking through my nerves, the sting of the ropes biting into my skin, the throbbing ache in my well-used hole. Shepherd's softening cock was still buried inside me, plugging me up so none of his release could escape.

Shepherd's hands relaxed on my hips, his thumbs rubbing soothing circles into the indentations left by his fingers. I let out a contented hum, melting into the touch like an affection-starved cat. The ropes creaked softly as Shepherd held me steady, taking my weight as I swayed unsteadily. My muscles turned to jelly.

“I've got you,” Shepherd murmured. “You were so good for me, Eli. So perfect.”

Slowly, reverently, Shepherd lowered me to the ground and began to unwind the ropes from my limp body. His hands were gentle, carefully freeing me from the intricate web he had woven. As each rope fell away, he soothed the reddened skin beneath with soft kisses and whispered praise.

I could only whimper in response, my mind still floating in subspace, my body utterly wrung out from the intensity of what we had just shared. Shepherd gathered me into his arms, cradling me against his chest as he carried me somewhere else, to a plush sofa in the corner of a dark and quiet room.

He settled us down, arranging my pliant body, so I was draped across his lap, my head pillowed on his shoulder. Strong armswrapped around me, holding me close as Shepherd nuzzled into my hair.

I drifted in a euphoric haze, my body limp and sated in the safety of Shepherd's arms. The world beyond the two of us fell away, the only thing anchoring me being the steady rise and fall of his chest, the rhythmic thump of his heart beneath my ear. His hands roamed over my skin in soothing strokes, trailing over the marks left by the ropes, the tender flesh of my thoroughly used hole.

Slowly, gently, he coaxed me back to myself, the fog of subspace gradually retreating.

I lifted my head, blearily glancing around the unfamiliar room. I hadn’t even realized we’d moved into another room. “Where are we?”

“A recovery room,” he offered gently.

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