Page 78 of Moonstruck
Asa bit down on Zane’s shoulder, his teeth fitting into the bite marks he’d left just hours before. “Taking what I want.”
Zane couldn’t stop the whimper that slipped free.
“You going to be good for me, Lois?”
Zane couldn’t even form words, just gave a stilted nod as Asa led him up the stairs, keeping a hand around Zane’s bicep to keep him from stumbling. They were going to the sex dungeon. Or attic. The sex attic. They hadn’t played up there yet. Asa seemed to prefer making Zane run or spinning exceedingly dirty role play scenarios that always landed Zane as the submissive and Asa the aggressor.
Maybe he’d just been working Zane up to the sex attic. Maybe he thought Zane hadn’t been ready for what was about to happen. He might be right. Zane was never truly ready for the things Asa threw at him, but no matter how extreme their play, Zane was addicted. He couldn’t get enough of Asa.
“You have a safe word, Lois?” Asa crooned in his ear.
“Do I need one?” Zane asked, swallowing audibly.
Asa pushed the door open and flipped on a light, illuminating a rather impressive collection of devices that ranged from mundane, like paddles and floggers, to truly baffling things that looked almost like medical instruments. “My safe word is superman,” Zane said quickly, making it up on the fly.
Asa gently kissed his throat, unknotting the towel at his waist, his hands roaming where they pleased. “Don’t worry, Lois. I’ll keep the training wheels on. I just want you helpless. Totally at my mercy. Completely immobile.”
Zane couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped. He leaned his weight back on Asa, unable to do anything but let him touch him, tease him, play with him.
“You love being helpless for me, don’t you, Lois?”
“Yes.”
“You love being a whore for me, don’t you?”
Zane’s whole body burned. “Yes.”
Asa’s hand came up to close around Zane’s throat. “Just for me,” he rasped in his ear.
“Yes,” Zane managed around a soft cry.
“Good boy.”
Asa walked him towards a darkened corner of the room to a strange black leather…table? It was just above waist-high, but there were four padded platforms at each corner that sat lower than the table.
“Knees here,” Asa said, patting the two lower padded risers.
Understanding dawned, and a shiver ran through him. He wasn’t kidding. He wanted Zane completely immobile. Once he kneeled, Asa unlocked the cuffs that held his arms behind his back. Zane shook his arms out.
Asa’s lips pressed against his ear. “Assume the position, Lois.”
Zane hesitated for only a moment, realizing that the bench was slanted so his head was down, his arms and legs falling naturally into place. The cuffs that closed over each wrist and ankle were lined with something soft. It wasn’t uncomfortable so much as nerve-wracking. Zane was trapped. Immobile. Completely at Asa’s mercy.
Asa trailed fingers along the knobs of Zane’s spine. “Do you know what this bench is called?”
“No,” Zane managed.
“It’s got a lot of names, really. Punishment bench.” He raked blunt nails over Zane’s skin. “Spanking bench.” Asa’s hand came down hard on Zane’s ass cheek, fire trailing in its wake. He couldn’t fight the low moan that escaped.“But my favorite name for it, Lois…” Zane’s legs suddenly splayed wide, leaving him completely exposed. Asa spread Zane open. “...is breeding bench.”
Zane’s breath punched from him as Asa’s two fingers, somehow now slick with lube, pushed into him roughly. “Fuck.”
“Oh, I will,” Asa said, his fingers working inside Zane in a way that made him dizzy, especially when he added a third. “You like this? You like being completely helpless? Completely at my mercy? I could do literally anything to you right now. Anything at all.”
That was Asa’s real kink. Not the pain—or maybe notjustthe pain—he inflicted, nor the almost animalistic need to mark Zane, but the power. Asa needed to play God. He needed Zane fully dependent on him. Needed to know that Zane’s life hung in the balance and only Asa could give him what he needed.
Zane moaned. “Yes.”
It mirrored Zane’s kink nicely. He wanted Asa to want him, to care for him, comfort him, pick him, choose him. He wanted to be everything to Asa, just like Asa was becoming to him. Underneath all of the pain was just need. Zane needed Asa to love him. Protect him. Keep him. Needed him to hurt him and then sooth him.
