Page 38 of Curious

It was true, but Jeremy wasn’t ready to admit it out loud. “A little competitive?”

Owen chuckled, standing to remove his pants before going for the leather paddle. “I’m compensating. Anyone but an over-endowed porn star would be with that Boogie Nights prop you’re always swinging around. At least I’m man enough to admit it.”

Jeremy grinned despite his arousal, studying the body towering over him. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

Owen’s erection looked so good it made his mouth water. He wanted to taste it again. Wanted to hear his lover cry out his name and feel his hands in his hair.

“I plan on proving that to you later.” Owen looked down at him and his smile turned wicked. “But now I’m going to use this on your tattooed ass. I decided to skip the hard wood and go for leather for your first time.”

Was that supposed to ease his mind? “Now? You’re not going to…finish?”

“You mean let you come?” Owen responded, a sadistic glint in his eye. “Are you close, Jeremy?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Look at the screen. Now.”

He did, hoping he would see Owen kneeling down beside him again. Touching him until he found release. Instead Owen stayed on his feet, raised the hand holding the black paddle slightly and brought it down with surprising force on Jeremy’s ass.

“Damn it, Owen. Fuck.”

“Did that hurt?”

“Yes!”

He did it again, his aim landing the middle of the paddle on one ass cheek, then the other. His hand followed, a tender touch tracing the stinging flesh and making Jeremy tremble. “Breathe, Jeremy.”

He hadn’t realized he’d been holding his breath. His skin was hot, but it didn’t hurt as much as he’d thought it would after the first blow. And Owen’s touch was a soothing balm. He pressed against the hand, wanting more.

The paddle returned instead. At first it was slow but firm, almost hypnotic. When his skin began to buzz with sensation, Owen started beating a fast staccato rhythm on his ass that made him cry out in surprise.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” Owen commanded. “Let yourself feel the fire and the vibration of it going through you. Like it, even if you think you shouldn’t. Let go and watch me.”

Jeremy watched the screen through his damp eyelashes, seeing one man bound and another wielding a paddle in one hand and a soothing caress in the other. Pleasure and pain. Over and over it repeated until he wasn’t sure what he was feeling, only that Owen was responsible for all of it. He had the control in his hands.

His breath came out like a sob as he let go and started calling Owen’s name with every blow. He wanted him. Loved him. Wanted to please him. “Owen!”

The man on screen dropped the paddle and Jeremy felt Owen bend over him, felt his lips gently parting over his burning skin and his hands smoothing over his hips and thighs.

“So hot,” Owen muttered. “You’re responding so well I almost forgot it was your first time.”

Kiss me, Owen. Touch me. Need you.

“I need you,” Jeremy whispered. “Please.”

The fingers on his hips tensed. “Like this? Chained up after I’ve taken a paddle to your ass?”

Jeremy moaned. “Yes.”

He felt Owen’s body shudder against him. Then he heard the sound of the bottle of lube being opened again.

Yes. Take me. Only you, Owen. Need you.

Owen’s fingers spread his ass cheeks and Jeremy flinched, hissing out a pained breath, but he didn’t tell him to stop. He pressed his forehead into the bench and spread his knees farther apart to brace himself.

“Fuck, Jeremy,” Owen muttered raggedly. He bent his knees and filled him with a steady, unyielding pace that drove Jeremy wild. It seemed to go on and on, his lover stretching him, owning him with his thick erection. This was Owen. Owen pushing through his tight, resistant flesh until, with one more powerful thrust, he was all the way inside. His hips pressed against him and Jeremy heard him groaning low in his throat. “Yes.”

“Oh God, Owen!” The chains jangled loudly as his whole body shook with an overload of sensation. Pleasure and pain. His skin was on fire but the feeling of Owen inside him—he couldn’t describe it. He needed him to move. “Owen, please.”

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