Page 58 of Echoes of a Muted Song

There was this time when everything was lost.

A moment when the day broke open.

Spewing back everything I’d lost.

For a moment, I was blinded.

By rage and memories and pain.

Until I remembered I wasn’t that me anymore.

And never let the ghost of him hurt me again.

Not when I had you.

As I reached the end, I realized he was moaning along with me as I hummed it, tone wrecked, he was shaking so hard by the final time I flicked the feather against his skin.

Time to unbuckle my boy, just a little, so I could see what other songs I could wring out of him.

His hands were fisted against the mat and I half expected him to rear up and try to grab forme when the cuffs came loose, only he stayed right where he was as I cupped the back of his neck and rubbed.

“So good for Daddy,” I growled in his ear.

His shudder, his groan, they were better than music. They were everything, especially when he let me guide him upright to place his hands on the portion he’d previously been draped over.

“Can you keep those right there for me?” I growled, waiting to move again until he nodded and his eyes fluttered as he sought mine. “I’m right here, but I need to turn you loose for a moment, okay?”

Only when he nodded a second time did I move away, to the final surprise I had for him.

Slipping three of the metal claws I’d just purchased onto the middle three fingers on my left hand, I took a moment to make sure they fit comfortably and tested them on my arm to make sure they weren’t too sharp, glad I’d stripped off my shirt after I’d cuffed him.

They’d pinch and leave a few nice, red marks, but they wouldn’t hurt him or break the skin.

Perfect.

In the position he was in, it was easy to sit behind him, my height putting me in the perfect position to dwarf him and tug him back, so he could lean against me despite the cuffs still holding his thighs and ankles in place.

“You’ve done so well, you’ve earned yourself a reward, boy,” I growled, my deep, raspy voice making it easy to snarl the last word.

Dragging one of his hands up, I hooked it around my neck, trailed my free hand down his chest, and gently shoved a lube slick hand down the front of those damp boy shorts to where he was hard and aching for me.

I licked his neck and kissed it before sucking a mark into his skin, my fingers lightly teasing his cock as I drew the claws over his peck.

“Ohhh, ohhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuu, ghhhhhhh.”

His next howl was even louder, wild and sharp as he bucked, trying to rock, only he couldn’t, not with the way he was leaning against me.

All he could do was whine, writhe and howl out his pleasure at every pinch, prick and sting as I drew the claws over his skin, pausing to pinch every now and again until he started shuddering, whimpering and cry out.

“Dd…..Da……Dddddddd….mmmmm….mmmmm.”

Draven or Daddy, I wasn’t sure which he wanted to say, but now I wanted to hear, them, needed to hear them as I brought him over the edge.

“Cry out for me!” I hissed, pinching his nipple again. “Fuckin’ scream for me.”

“Daddy!!” he wailed, barely waiting for me tofully give permission. “Daddy, Daddy, Draven, pleaseeeeee!!!

I’d never heard his voice break before, but it did as I stroked and pinched again, right before he came all over my hand.

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