Unkinked, page 23
“Don’t kill him, though. He didn’t actually fire me, but I still went down a bit. I just need to level back out.” He whimpered when Derreck bit into the soft skin of his ribs, his jaw aching from the effort of holding back. He would hurt Maddy any way he wanted, but he would never harm him.
“Turn over,” said Derreck, leaning back to give Maddy just enough space to do as he was told. His sub scrambled to comply without question. “Put your ass in the air and your head down on the bed. Grab the headboard and don’t let go. I’ll fucking ruin you if you let go.”
He reached for his bedside drawer to the few toys that he had purchased with Maddy in mind. After seeing Maddy’s toy drawer, he’d popped over to an adult store and had grabbed anything that had caught his fancy. Most of the things he thought would look good on or in Maddy. He couldn’t let his sub have more toys than him.
“Close your eyes, and don’t open them, no matter what. I’ll blindfold you if I have to.” He watched the full-body shudder go through Maddy, presumably as he remembered the last time he’d been blindfolded.
With his patience thinned until it was nearly nonexistent, he brought his hand down on Maddy’s ass, leaving a red print on his left cheek. Maddy let out a gasp, flinching in surprise before his body went taut as he presumably waited for the matching blow to the other cheek.
Derreck opened up the bottle of lube instead of doling out the second hit, pouring a few drops directly on Maddy’s rim. “Gotta get you wet for my cock, brat. Gonna split you open so good.”
Maddy groaned, but there was an edge of disappointment to the sound. Derreck bit back a grin. He had been spoiling his sub if a quick fuck was too disappointing for him.
He reached for two things in his bedside drawer. The first was a condom packet that he crinkled deliberately, hopefully throwing Maddy off. The second was a large dildo that was slightly smaller than his own cock and had bulbous sections instead of a straight shaft. It was bright purple, but Derreck wasn’t picky. Anything would look good with Maddy stretched around it.
“You want my cock, brat?” asked Derreck, dripping lube along the toy and crinkling the condom wrapper again. He rubbed over Maddy’s hole with his thumb, teasing his tight entrance into submission.
He waited for Maddy’s nod before he pulled his hand away. “Too bad.”
With one hand, he gripped Maddy by the balls, tugging them harshly at the same time he positioned the toy and started to slide it inside. Maddy writhed beneath him, but Derreck tugged harder, forcing him to go still. There really was nothing like a little cock and ball torture, and it was also what had paved the way for their sexual relationship.
Where would I be if I hadn’t whipped his balls? Derreck knew the answer. He would have been in about the same spot—spending as much time as possible with Maddy, only with his hands tucked under his own ass so he didn’t get carried away. It would have been difficult without a sexual aspect to their relationship, but nothing would have stopped him from being by Maddy’s side.
Grinning at Maddy’s whimper, the purple bulbs disappeared into Maddy’s stretched hole one by one as Derreck pushed the toy all the way to its flared base. It would have hurt for sure, plus it came with bonus features.
He clicked the base of the dildo, turning the vibrations up as it hummed to life. Maddy flexed, his guttural scream music to Derreck’s ears. One of Maddy’s hands slipped from the headboard, gripping the sheets.
Derreck brought his palm down on Maddy’s already-reddened cheek. Once, twice, three times. Maddy put his hand back on the headboard, gripping the wood until his knuckles blanched white.
“Good.” Derreck smoothed over Maddy’s ass before dialing the vibrations down to a tolerable level. One of the keys to Maddy was that nothing got him off better than surprises. If Derreck could have blindfolded him twenty-four-seven, he would have.
“You ready to hurt for me now? I won’t go easy on you, so use your safewords if you need to,” said Derreck.
Maddy shook his head, his eyes clenched shut. “I won’t need to.”
“We’ll see.”
A slap rang out, then another, before Derreck gently tapped the base of the toy, moving it around until Maddy arched his back. That’s the spot. One day, Maddy would use his safeword and take back control, but Derreck would keep pushing him until then, always keeping him safe and hopefully just inside his limits.
To be truthful, Derreck wasn’t even completely sure of the extent of Maddy’s limits at this point, but they were far beyond his own.
He reached for the drawer again, pulling out two flexible cock rings. One went around Maddy’s dripping cock, and the second went over his balls, settling at the base and making them flush instantly. It was a good look.
He reached for the crop that he had hidden beneath his bed when it hadn’t fit in the drawer. He’d found one that had a firm shaft, almost resembling the sting of a cane, and a long, narrow tip that had a similar thud to a flog.
He tapped the leather tip against Maddy’s balls before he pulled his arm back and slammed the length of it over Maddy’s ass. Maddy grunted with surprise, his arms trembling as he presumably tried to keep his hands on the headboard.
Derreck aimed for Maddy’s still-reddened back on the next hit, then his thighs, striping out a pattern that would take Maddy a bit to catch on to. And just as Maddy seemed to figure it out, tensing up before Derreck could hand out the next blow, Derreck brought the leather tip of the crop over the back of Maddy’s hands.
“Ah, fuck,” Maddy cursed, flexing his hands as they flushed pink. He was shaking, sweat dripping down his back and painting damp streaks through the red lines.
“Too much?” asked Derreck, gripping Maddy’s ass and pushing the base of the toy. Maddy’s cock flexed as he probably tried to come, but he was stopped by the restricting rings.
“Not enough.” Maddy arched his back, pushing his ass into Derreck’s touch. “Come on, Derreck. You know I won’t break. Now fucking hurt me.” His voice was a growl with the edge of dominance in it.
When he had first heard the defensive tone, Derreck had almost been afraid of it, although he would admit it to exactly no one. Maddy was a powerful man, with a brilliant mind and a politeness that made Derreck want to give him everything. Derreck had wondered once if Maddy would be too much for him.
Luckily, he was just as creative as Maddy was resilient.
“Hmm-m.” He traced the base of the toy in Maddy’s hole, the pucker deliciously stretched. “I’m not sure you deserve it.” He tugged at the toy, pulling it from Maddy with one harsh tug. Shutting it off, he dropped it to the bed and walked from the room.
What a pretty picture. Derreck leaned against the door as he took the room in for a moment before he dragged himself away. He would have to remember to ask Maddy if photographs were on the table or not.
To his credit, Maddy hadn’t moved by the time Derreck returned, but his entire body had gone tense with either nervousness or anticipation. Derreck hoped it was the latter.
“I have a treat for you, so make sure to thank me for it.” Derreck shifted the ice cube that he had retrieved, wiping the moisture from his fingertips before he pressed it to Maddy’s entrance, then easily inside.
Sensation play hadn’t been on Maddy’s list, but sometimes sensation went hand and hand with pain. The ice cube would definitely feel strange and would probably be right on the edge of pain, but it was small enough that it wouldn’t do any damage. Maddy didn’t have to know that, though.
Derreck pressed a small second item to Maddy’s entrance, squinting at the strong smell of ginger. It was smaller than the ice cube, and he had sculpted it into a round knob. The freshly peeled root would feel as if an actual fire had lit itself inside Maddy, and it wouldn’t do any damage, either. Derreck owed a lot to whoever had discovered that.
He slipped the piece of ginger inside Maddy, replacing the dildo and sliding it back to the base to seal the fire and ice inside. He rubbed his hand over Maddy’s cock, coating him with the juice from the ginger. Paying special attention to the sensitive head, he pressed against the small slitted hole, spreading the liquid just inside.
Maddy shifted, probably not feeling the hit of sensation quite yet. Derreck took a breath of sweat and spice, licking his lips and leaning back so he could watch every moment.
Maddy’s thighs tensed first, then the toy shifted as he clenched down on it. The tension would only spread the tingle of the ginger deeper. Maddy murmured with confusion as he shifted again, his back bowing as he looked at Derreck over his shoulder.
Grabbing the crop, Derreck brought it down on Maddy’s ass and thighs, marking every spot that he already had and painting new ones on Maddy’s pale flesh.
Maddy’s voice pitched higher and higher until he was nearly sobbing, his head hanging low between his arms as he finally closed his eyes again.
There was no way that it wasn’t enough. Every time Maddy moved and squeezed down on the toy, the juice from the ginger would only spread farther and deeper inside of him, the fire building until it was nearly unbearable. As the ice melted, the heat would only burn fiercer.
Derreck grabbed a condom, tearing open the packet and smoothing it down his cock before he tugged the toy from Maddy’s body. A few drops of water followed the toy before Maddy tightened up, his skin breaking out in a humiliated flush.
“How far can I fuck that ginger into you before you break?” Lubing up his cock, Derreck pressed to Maddy’s entrance, pushing all the way to the base in one long shove. Even with the prep from the toy, Maddy was still tight, and the heat from his body had burned away the chill from the ice cube.
He slammed inside, giving every thought to Maddy’s pleasure as he nailed his prostate over and over. The poor gland had to be swollen and battered by now, but Derreck prodded it further into submission, until Maddy’s cock was a purple, strangled mess beneath them.
It didn’t take him long until he was shooting into the condom, gripping Maddy’s hips and pulling him close as he emptied himself. Maddy sobbed in small, strangled gasps, the pillow beneath his face damp with tears and sweat.
“Did you like that, Maddy?” asked Derreck, stroking gently down Maddy’s sides. Maddy clenched around him, letting out a full-body shudder as he trembled. “Do you need more?” He scraped his nails down Maddy’s spine, until the scratchy skin streaked red.
Maddy nodded again as Derreck withdrew, discarding the condom and tossing it on the ground. “I need you to mark me. Please.” He let out another shuddering breath.
Derreck’s cock throbbed, and he went momentarily dizzy as his blood pooled south again. He was not twenty anymore, and no matter how much he firmed up again, he was not fucking anyone for a good half-hour.
“I don’t want to mess up your designs. I’m no artist,” said Derreck, tracing the winding marks down Maddy’s ribs. He could dig a perfectly rectangular hole, but he struggled with stick figures most days.
“You see it, too? The designs?” asked Maddy. He shook his head, wiping his tears on his arm.
Of course I do. They’re beautiful.
“I trust you, Derreck. I trust you because you see them—and because you understand.”
Derreck had wondered if there was something more to the intricate designs when he had first seen them. A pattern, almost like a tattoo had emerged before his eyes. But the last thing he wanted to do was taint that somehow.
“I can’t, Maddy,” said Derreck, soothing the reddened skin whenever he found it. “Not today. I can cut you, if you like, but I won’t scar you. I’ll call it a hard limit until we can discuss it more.”
“Fine,” said Maddy, letting out a huff.
“Open your eyes,” said Derreck gripping Maddy’s chin and forcing him up to his knees. Maddy struggled to hold onto the headboard, but Derreck tore him away. “Look at me…now.”
Maddy’s watery gaze focused on him. His eyes were red-rimmed, with tears gathered at the corners that were just waiting to spill. He was beautiful, even in his dejected misery.
“Apologize,” he said, holding firm when Maddy tried to pull away. His wet gaze dropped, his mouth going slack as a tear rolled down his cheek.
“I’m sorry, Derreck.”
Derreck laughed, his body shaking from the force of it. If there was one thing in the world that his sub was, it was apologetic.
“You know,” said Maddy, his voice going light as he looked to the side, an adorable flush on his cheeks. A small smile flitted on his lips that told Derreck that everything was okay. “Clint told me that we belonged together. I didn’t really get what he meant by that until now. We are the only people who will put up with each other.” He laughed as Derreck released him, turning and looping an arm around Derreck’s neck.
“We’re the only ones strong enough.”
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It’s a Kink Thing:
Kinks and Crosshairs
M.C. Roth
Excerpt
Henley
The only thing worse than undercover work was babysitting. At least when he was undercover, Henley could give himself a cool superhero name and occupation like ‘Mr. Duncan Peters, high school superintendent and nighttime vigilante’.
But babysitting?
Some agents loved it, but they were the ones who called it ‘bodyguard duty’ and got thrills at the idea of taking a bullet for someone whose middle name was ‘rich boy’. Sure, there were some good cases out there, but for the most part, it was that rich boy in front of him.
He cast his gaze around the club, trying to ignore the way the lights made his temples throb every time they caught his eyes. The entrances were clear, with the same bouncers who had been standing guard all night. Only one had slipped away briefly and had returned red-faced with a hickey on his neck and lipstick smeared against the corner of his lips. Lucky guy.
The ceiling was solid drywall, only interspersed with two vents and the constant flashing lights. No one was getting the jump on him from above. And luckily, there was a single door, which made his job a hell of a lot easier but had him worrying about fire hazards.
The gig wasn’t terrible, but it got old fast when his charge was some spoiled brat who was high on blow and had fucked seven different chicks in the last three days.
He kinda envied the kid’s stamina, though.
Somebody didn’t. Someone had put a death threat out on the kid after Henley’s boss had apparently fucked with the wrong people. Didn’t see that one coming. Henley rolled his eyes. He’d never seen so much drama in his life.
The kid’s father had enough money and pull to get three more bodyguards assigned, along with his regular squad of four goons. The other two additional bodyguards were nothing more than glorified mercs with a bit of a conscience, but Henley?
He chuckled, shaking his head as he spied his ‘colleague’ along the far wall. He was checking the exits, same as Henley was, with his beefy arms crossed and his tattoos on display, much to the ladies’ delight.
Henley hadn’t actually been a mercenary for a long time, even if almost nobody in the world knew that. But even while in that department, people treated him as a bit of a joke. He didn’t have the size or the tattoos for anyone to take him seriously.
Nodding along with the beat, he did a little twirl, bumping hips with a lady who gave him a whoop and a smile. She was rocking six-inch heels like they didn’t even hurt, dancing with him for a minute before he gave her a wink and melted away from the crowd.
The view was decent from where he leaned against the wall, the beat shivering against his back. Tattoo guy was pretty hot, but one dropped suggestion for a hookup in the bathroom and that ship had sailed. And as nice as the ladies were, they didn’t exactly have the equipment Henley was after.
Sigh. Sometimes it was like guys didn’t expect him to be gay. It wasn’t his fault that he missed more than he hit when trying to spot a fellow nut fan.
He tried. There was a rainbow sticker on the butt of his gun and a matching pin on his fanny pack that gave him away, if anyone cared to be observant. As for the fanny pack, he was bringing the trend back, and it was a great place to store extra clips for his lethal baby.
His knife was pink—and fabulous, too—although it was tucked away where no one could see it. And he was drinking a strawberry daiquiri—a little more strawberry, a little less daiquiri…because he was working, after all.
How could I not be gay? The male body and all its intricacies was where the party was at. It was a true shame that some straight men never indulged in the pure wonder that was the prostate.
Sighing, he tried giving the goon one last look from across the room, standing on his tiptoes to see over the writhing mass. I need a fucking stool. It was like trying to spot someone in a corn field.
His phone buzzed from within his fanny pack, humming against his belly and sending the strange sensation of vibrating bullets against his skin. Tapping the line hooked over his ear, he turned away from his charge, marching to the exit and easing through the first layer of doors to where the music volume was more reasonable.
“Rosco.” He used his mercenary name to answer.
“Is he safe?” asked Mr. Martinez, his kinda-sorta boss on the other end of the line. Henley let out a huffing breath as he peered at a few flyers that had been pinned to the wall separating the club entrance from the outside world. Are’ high’ and ‘drunk’ still considered safe?
“He has a full squad with him at all times. No one is getting to your son unless he goes through every one of us first.” He pressed the speaker farther into his ear, trying to catch Martinez’s reply over the music.
“My sources tell me that the hit will be taking place tomorrow. I don’t think I need to tell you what will happen if you fail me.”
Always such a chipper guy. There was a reason that his body count was nearly as high as Henley’s—which happened to be the main reason for Henley’s undercover assignment to the case.
