Page 89 of Sycopation
“There you go.” Pure joy in Zavier’s voice. “Dance for me, Ray.”
The blows became harder, and Ray moaned and swayed as much as he could with the rhythm Zavier had laid down. Each time, agony blended to heat into warmth that radiated up his bones and made him fly. He didn’t know where he started or ended, only that hewas.
When Zavier stopped, Ray groaned—and fell a little out of that high. But Zavier’s hands were on him, smoothing, calming, and inflaming. God. He’d never really thought about liking pain before, and he wondered if it was that or Zav or the surrender.
“Want to feel the difference between that and a spanking?”
Yes. No.Shit. “Yellow.”
Zavier trailed fingers over Ray’s burning ass. “That’s fine. It’s a lot to take in at once, I know. Being bound. Being flogged. I’m grateful that you’ve allowed me this much.”
Tears leaked out of Ray’s eyes. He wasn’t crying. Not really. It was relief and joy and fear and...love. He was in love with Zavier—with his patience and his voice and his kindness. With the kink and the admiration. His snarky replies to Carl. Everything.
Fuck. He wasn’t supposed to fall in love.
“Shh. We can stop. I’ll untie you.”
“No,” he rasped. “I—give me a minute. I’m okay. It’s just overwhelming.” And it was. The pain and the ecstasy. The way he loved being held down. Zavier’s ministration. “You can spank me.” He wanted to give Zavier that—whatever it was that he got out of this—Ray wanted him to have all of it.
Zavier took a breath and blew it over the heated skin of Ray’s ass.
Ray squirmed. The coolness hurt and soothed and made him want to fuck the bedspread until he spent himself. He was already hovering in that perfect buzz of pleasure.
“Four blows, then. And I want you to count them.” There was an edge to Zavier’s voice. Not anger, but something hard and hot. Lust?
“Okay.”
The first took his breath away, and he barely got “one” out before the second landed. Oh fuck, they burned. More than the flogging, More than before. Needles up his back. The third put tears back into his eyes and the fourth had him screaming the number out.
In the silence that followed, Zavier appeared in his vision. He’d stripped off his shirt somewhere along the line and his ink-covered chest was ruddy with exertion.
Zavier brushed some tears from Ray’s face. “Thank you for letting me do that.” More than lust in his voice, but Ray couldn’t say what. “Thank you for trusting me—though I don’t think you enjoyed it. Not like the flogging.”
Ray closed his eyes. “I—maybe. I don’t know. Ithurt, but now...’s not too bad.” It wasn’t. With the sharpness and immediacy gone, the ache that spread out was delightful and calming. He relaxed into the bed. “Feels like you should fuck me.”
A finger brushed his lips. “I will. But I want to plug you first. Stretch you. Watch you. Can I do that?”
Warmth in Zavier’s voice. Ray flicked his eyes open, his cock suddenly very eager about all those things. “Yeah. Green, Zav.”
His heart melted when Zavier smiled. He wanted to see that expression every day. That joy.
He closed his eyes again. The bed dipped slightly, and this time it was Zavier’s lips that brushed his. He opened and gave himself over to Zavier’s kiss, those fingers in his hair. When Zavier pulled back, he kissed Ray’s cheek. “Promise I’ll make it good for you.”
Understatement of the year, mostly because Zavier started by rimming him again, to the same effect as before—Ray went out of his mind. Might as well have scooped out his brains because he couldn’t think beyond what Zavier’s mouth and fingers were doing to open him and pleasure him. He thrust against the mattress, too aware of how close he was. Every limb tingled, and doubly so because they were bound down and stretched and he was entirely Zavier’s.
Lube followed, then the cool, hard tip of the plug. He thrust back on it, taking it, even as it burned and stretched his ass. When he’d seen it on the bed, the plug hadn’t looked any larger in girth than Zavier’s dick. In practice, though, it was larger—harder—and oh god, did it feel good.
And yeah, after it was seated he squirmed and squirmed and thrust and moved. Couldn’t help it. Every shift rubbed the damn thing against his prostate, and pleasure exploded in his body. He was going to come like this, bound and flogged and plugged.
He pushed his cock against the roughness of the comforter and panted. “Fuck, Zav...”
“Oh, Ray.” Zavier’s words were a sigh and a caress all rolled into one. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Ray moaned and searched for him, but wherever Zavier was, it was out of his line of sight. Turning this way or that only stretched his arms and legs and shifted the plug more. Lightning shot up his veins, and he shuddered.
“You’re close, aren’t you?” A rustle of clothing, then a sound he knew very well—Zavier was jacking off. “On edge without me even touching you.”
The thought of Zavier watching him, of masturbating to his bound form, only made Ray thrust harder against the bed.
