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His eyes close, his nostrils flare as he breathes in deeply. “I don’t want you to have anything to do with him. He took great pleasure in lying to me, almost had me believing him. That you were with him, that I’m shit at being a sub. Then when that man showed up, I froze. I didn’t even try to run. Up until then, he was so convincing that I could’ve walked away from you.”
“Why didn’t you?” I run my nose up the length of his, making his breath hitch.
“I believe you when you tell me you love me. I know you haven’t said that to many men in your life. Plus, that would have meant he won. I knew Knox wouldn’t bullshit me, he knows you better than me, and he knows Tate too.”
“Do you wish you’d met him before me?” I don’t know where that question came from, but it is important to know.
“No, whatever kink or lifestyle he lives, he’s not what I need. I think he needs someone to challenge him. That’s not me. You’re who I want, and you give me everything I need.” He stares into my eyes. “Now, take me home so you can prove I’m the only man you want.”
“Always.”
It’s my birthday, and Saint has promised me a night at the club with everyone, friends and family. I’m sure he’s planning a scene for me, whether it will be a private one or not is up to him. We like both, I love being watched as he fucks me, so I’m guessing it will be an open one. We have the playroom upstairs in the flat for private and training time. The only thing that will be different is having the brothers there. I know Knox has seen us before, but he was there doing his own thing and didn’t come and spend any time with us.
Jackson has become a great friend to both of us; he’s played a few times too. I’ve sucked him off while Saint fucks me. He’s tormented me with all kinds of toys as well as words. He’s a master of humiliation. I wonder if he’s a part of my surprise. Hmm, a DP? That would be fun. Saint has fucked me with dildos as well as his dick. I’ve even had his fist a few times, so I know I can take both of the very well-endowed men. Fuck, I’m getting horny just thinking about it.
Which, of course, Saint notices, but then he knows my every nuance now.
“Stand up,” he demands, then downs his pint of water and leaves the glass on the table.
Saint leads me straight for the door in the kitchen and up to the playroom. I love it up here. Saint has introduced me to nearly every part of the room, there isn’t a flogger I haven’t had on my skin—or his hand paddle or crop against my arse cheeks. I’ve been gagged and fucked senseless pressed into the bench or up against the cross. Every time I learn something new about myself, my limits and my pleasure.
I strip the moment the door locks behind us and kneel on the mat in the centre of the room. I’m surprised when he strips too. He normally keeps his jeans on until he’s ready to fuck me. He says it’s a control thing, something about putting me at a disadvantage. I just find it hot as hell, especially the rough fabric on my tender skin.
He walks to the table and picks up a blindfold. Ooh, goodie. I love the surprises. He also picks up the collar and leash. He attaches the collar quickly, checking for any tightness. “This way, boy.”
He leads me in direction of the bench, and I climb up. Then the blindfold goes on, and I’m in complete darkness. All I need to do is feel and yes! His hand comes down hard on my bum, the smacks come down hard, but there’s a gap between them, each time making me wonder if it’s the last. I lose count as I lose myself in the feeling. Then there’s a slick pressure to my hole. Saint’s very lubed fingers stretching me, two, three, four fingers. More lube before he slips inside me, his fist. I groan loudly; it takes everything in me not to come. The burn as his thick hand, pushes deeper, past his wrist as he stretches me impossibly wide.
“Fuck, baby. You look so good, filled so tightly. God, I love you.”
“I love you too.” I grunt as he works in and out of me, alternating hands. My dick is so hard it’s painful as he hits my prostate over and over again. “I’m gonna come, Sir.”
Then I’m empty and up against his chest. “I’m so fucking proud of you.” His mouth is behind my ear, his breath hot even on my heated skin.
I’m lead away from the bench, still pressed against him, a couple of his fingers back inside me. I’m disoriented, the blindfold messing with my senses, but when my feet touch a different surface, my heart beats faster.
“On your hands and knees again, boy. I need inside you.”
“Fuck, yes. Mark me, make me scream. I want to feel you for days,” I beg.
“Be careful what you wish for, boy. I doubt you’ll be sitting comfortably after just having my fist in your arse. You don’t want anything bigger in there.”
“I don’t care,” I plead. Then he rams inside me, and my knees scrape on the floor as I’m slammed forward. “Fuck!”
“Take it, boy. Take it all.” His grip on my hips will leave bruises the tattoos will hide, but we’ll know they’re there. Just like the teeth marks on my shoulder as he bites down.
We fuck like animals tied together, it’s intense, hard, and fucking brilliant. My knees will be bruised and chafed, no hiding them from anyone tonight. But I want everyone to see how well fucked I am, that my Master takes whatever he wants from me.
“I can’t hold on, Sir. I’m gonna come.” I’ve been trained to come hands free. The feeling of my balls tightening, my load fires down my cock, ready to explode on the floor.
“COME!” he shouts as he pumps his load inside. He pulls free, coming over my back and arse. Then it’s something else. His hot stream splashes over me, soaking me as I sob through my climax.
I pull my blindfold off and kneel up, turning to face him, to feel him on my chest.
As I look up at Saint, his eyes are glowing. The heat, the passion, and what looks a lot like pride gazes down at me. He finishes and steps closer, and I groan as he offers me his cock to clean up. I suckle like a baby as my eyes flutter closed at the sensation.
“Hey, baby.” Saint’s voice is soft, the gruff demands and commands gone. He pushes my sweaty hair from my face. “Can you stand up?”
I nod, but take the offered hand, allowing him to pull me up. “Shower?” I mumble to him, my head already resting on his chest.
