Page 87 of Chasing After You
He batted it away, laughing now, and it felt good—so stupidly good—to be laughing like this with him again. I’d missed it without realizing it had gone anywhere.
“I just don’t want you to get hurt,” he said.
I sat up, tone softening. “Dori… It’ll be fine. Paul would never put me in that position.”
“If you say so.”
“It’ll be fun! Like a mini road trip!”
* * *
Saturday morning arrived in no time.
“Come on,” Dorian purred, backing me up against the wall outside my bedroom. “I need you. We have plenty of time until we need to leave.”
His hand encircled my throat, squeezing gently. It was just enough pressure to get my blood rushing south. He rocked his hips forward, grinding us together.
“Let me into that tight ass, big brother,” he whispered against my jaw as he peppered kisses against my skin. I shivered and let out a low moan as he continued grinding against my hardening cock.
“Okay,” I whimpered. I yelped in surprise as Dorian’s grip tightened around my neck, and he began walking me backward towards the locked door of the playroom.
With his free hand, he quickly typed in the code to the keypad, unlocking the door. His hand landed on the handle, eyes flickering to mine.
We maintained heated eye contact as he said, “As soon as I open this door, I want you to strip and kneel in front of the St. Andrews Cross. Do you understand?”
I swallowed thickly and choked out, “Y-yes.”
His lips curled into a wicked smile. “Good boy. Let’s get that ass nice and red for our car ride.”
I whined, but followed his instructions as soon as he opened the door. I peeled my clothing off and carefully lowered myself to the floor, the intimidating x-frame looming over me on the wall.
Dorian took his time perusing his collection full of toys and other implements, looking every bit the young master that he was.
My hands trembled where they lay on my naked thighs, from what could only be described as fearful excitement. After about a minute, Dorian walked over, standing directly over my kneeling body.
“Such a good sub, aren’t you?” he crooned, raking his fingers through my hair. He didn’t wait for a response, tightening his grip and pulling me upwards. Little pinpricks of pain jumped around my scalp, demanding that I either get to my feet or risk having my hair pulled out.
I rose shakily to a standing position, my face erupting in a blush as I realized my dick was proudly loving Dorian’s rough handling.
He smirked at my erection. Using a finger, he scooped the small droplet of pre-cum from the already leaking head, staring deep into my watering eyes as he brought it to his lips and licked.
He groaned at the taste, making me release even more. The hand in my hair let go.
He turned me to face the cross and used a hand on my lower back to push me flush against it. One by one, he arranged my limbs, using the cross’ attached cuffs to hold me in place.
Pressing a kiss against my shoulder, he asked, “Would you like to try a gag? If you’re worried about using the nonverbal safe word, then we don’t have to. It’s up to you, okay?”
My belly tightened in arousal.
“I want to try the gag,” I murmured, embarrassed at my confession.
Dorian smiled into the crook of my neck. “Perfect. With your wrists restrained, I think snapping three times would be a good option. Do you think you can do that?”
I nodded. “Uh-huh.”
“I’m going to flog you. It’s going to hurt, but it is not a punishment. With how you reacted to spanking, I have a strong suspicion that you’re partial to pain. I’m going to flog you either until your ass turns the shade I want, or until you use the safe word.”
My breathing sped up as I listened to his plan.
