Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 95187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 95187 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)
Even knowing that he asked for this, even knowing that he’s fully consenting, I’m still shocked to my core when he lets out a moan I feel in my bones. A moan I caused. Holy fuck.
I press one hand to the center of his back, where I will be able to feel every bit of his reaction to every blow. Then I bring my free hand down on his other ass cheek. There’s a trick to this, to the steady pacing, not so quick to rush things, slow enough that he can feel the full sting and blossoming of pain from every strike, so that he has a chance to protest if he needs to.
But he doesn’t. Every time I spank him, he lets loose one of those delicious moans that I want to eat with a spoon. I keep going, alternating sides and rhythm so he can never quite anticipate or brace against the bloom of pain. His ass reddens beautifully, drowning out the freckles there. It makes my mouth water and my cock hard. I can almost—almost—feel exactly how good it would be to sink into him, to have the heat of his reddened ass against my pelvis as he clenches around my cock.
Sometime around the dozenth strike, he starts shifting as if he can escape the pain, pushing against the bed as if he’s not sure he wants to retreat or arch his back and offer me better access. Through it all, he keeps moaning, his head hanging limply between his broad shoulders.
Finally, I can resist it no longer. I sink down and bite him on the upper curve of his ass. Not as hard as I want to, nowhere near hard enough to break the skin, but he jerks and makes that whimpering sound I’ve been craving since our kiss in the kitchen. I press my forehead to the small of his back. Measuring his little shudders and shakes. “Poseidon.”
“Yes?” His voice has gone soft and slow, the way submissives often do when in the middle of a scene. If he’s not fully in subspace, he’s damn close. “Icarus? What do you need?”
I smile despite myself. Trust him to be the kind of man who asks me what I need when he came to me in desperation. Does he ever put his needs first? The thought staggers me. It threatens to make this moment impactful in a way I don’t want. I can’t be trusted to hold him with care. I can’t be trusted to hold anything with care.
And he…deserves that.
Fuck. I kiss my bite mark. I shouldn’t be doing this. Now’s the time to stop things and bring him down, to hold him long enough to ensure he’s okay and then flee. Except I don’t.
I kiss his heated skin again. “Are you only here for pain? Or do you need pleasure, too?”
I hold my breath as he whimpers again. Addiction. That’s what this man threatens to be. I’ve kissed him once and given him a relatively light spanking, and it’s everything I can do not to push for more, not to take everything.
“Pleasure, too,” he finally grinds out.
My selfish monster of a heart hoped he’d say as much. He just gave me the excuse to do what I want to. Without moving from my position, I trace over the band of his underwear with my fingers to the curve of his stomach, and carefully lower the fabric past his massive, hard cock.
Now, we can really start having some fun.
14
Poseidon
I never thought it could be like this.
Can’t think clearly enough to define what it is in this scenario. Sex. Pain. Peace. It all applies.
I’m here on my knees, my ass one agonizing screech of pain, my cock so hard that one faint touch might send me over the edge. But the awful pressure that threatened to crush me has eased. My thoughts are slow and peaceful, almost so peaceful as to be nonexistent. There’s no space for overthinking or overanalyzing when each contact his hand makes against my bare skin sends a wave of agony through me. How can I worry when he has me so well in hand? He plays my body as if I’m an instrument under his command. I’m not so sure he’s wrong.
I’m not someone who worries over much about the gods, but if religion were like this, maybe I’d actually be interested in participating.
Icarus pulls my underwear down to free my cock, and suddenly this is all too real. Pain hasn’t been something I’ve shared with past lovers. Either they weren’t interested, or I wasn’t, but now I wonder what I’ve been missing out on. If it could have always been like this…
Icarus pulls my underwear tight, the band digging into the base of my cock and making me moan. “Stay with me, big guy.”