Pushing Connor (The Dungeon #4)(13)

Wesley dry-swallowed, his eyes glued to the leather strip. He nodded.

“I want to hear you say it. It’s for tonight only.”

“It’s for tonight only.”

Somehow, hearing it made Connor feel terrible. Unlike the marriage idea that Lucas had flung past him, the collaring he didn’t think he wanted didn’t bother him. To him, it was as much of a bonding, if not more so, than a marriage. The little strip of leather that made the collar was the kink equivalent of an engagement ring. Denying it to Wesley made him feel less. Inadequate. When he’d first touched the collar, it had felt like any other object. But now, when he presented it to Wesley, it took on a whole new dimension. And what if Wesley wanted a more permanent bond? He had never said so, but perhaps he thought of collaring.

Shaking his head internally, Connor placed the collar around Wesley’s neck and secured it in place. He caressed Wesley’s cheek, before walking back around to sit in front of him. Wesley watched him wide-eyed, excitement and apprehension clear on his face.

Remembering that Wesley’s initial request had been to be tied down, Connor dug into the toy chest and retrieved a blindfold.

“Turn around.” Connor tied it over Wesley’s eyes. “Excellent.”

Connor placed a gentle kiss on one of Wesley’s shoulder blades, before raking his nails across his back in a sharp motion. Wesley hissed, jumping.

“Easy there.” Despite the assurance he offered his lover, the rush of excitement at Wesley’s reaction couldn’t be denied. The skin whitened where Connor’s nails had dragged. Connor leaned in and kissed the nape of Wesley’s neck.

Wesley gasped and shivered.

Connor ran his fingers along Wesley’s arms, to smooth out the goosebumps. Wesley’s skin felt as familiar as his own. His scent was imprinted in Connor’s mind. Now, everything familiar was overwhelming. It was too much. So much so, it made it hard to breathe.

To distract himself from his feelings, Connor turned to Wesley. He dug through the box again and took out a spreader. He had to push Wesley to the limit. To project his issues onto Wesley and know he would be there to take it. It was like a haze had infiltrated his mind, like he was watching himself and Wesley from a cocoon made out of cotton.

“You wanted pain. I’ll give you pain.”

A sharp intake of breath was the only answer he got.

“Did you hear me?”

There was no punishment to prompt the answer from Wesley. Connor didn’t think he needed it, nor did he want to give it.

“Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.”

The way that “Sir” sounded gave Connor goosebumps. His heart gave one hard beat, before returning to its normal rhythm.

“Get on the bed. Facedown.”

Leash dangling from the collar, Wesley scrambled to obey, blood rushing to his cheeks.

“On your knees. Hands on your head. Legs spread.”

Once Wesley was in position, Connor placed the spreader between his legs. Gently, he caressed Wesley’s foot, before wrapping the leather cuff around his ankle. Wesley shivered, and a moan rose from his chest. The buckle settled against the fabric, securing half of the instrument in place.

Connor nudged Wesley’s feet further apart, then locked the other cuff. He ran his palms over Wesley’s calves, up his thighs to his butt cheeks. “You look so hot like this.”

Rubbing his hands in circles over the heated flesh, his thumbs reach the rim of Wesley’s ass hole. Wesley pressed back, searching for more.

“So hot and ready for me. So beautiful.”

Wesley shivered.

Connor took the paddle, weighed it in his hand for a better grip, and then gently placed it against Wesley’s butt. “Do you feel this?”

“Hmm.”

With his free hand, Connor took the end of the leash and pulled it, hard. Wesley jerked to a standing position. Connor pulled him closer, until his back was flush against Connor’s chest, the paddle caught between their bodies. Releasing the handle, Connor snaked his arms around Wesley’s stomach, supporting him. He traced Wesley’s ear with his lips, before latching his teeth over the lobe and biting down.

“I’m going to paddle your ass good, and then I’m going to fuck it. Do you want that?”

Wesley gasped and swayed. “Yes, Sir.”

“Very well. Back in position.”

Despite the urgency of his command, Connor took his time retrieving his arm from around Wesley. Wesley slipped onto all fours, and only when he seemed stable enough did Connor pull back.

He caught the handle of the paddle before it could fall. He used it to caress Wesley’s cheeks, letting him feel its roughness. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Very well.”

Connor gave it a swing, letting it connect. Wesley jumped and swayed, then pushed back into position, bracing for more.

A rain of blows followed, the intensity increasing each time. Wesley’s moans turned into groans and soft cries. He swayed into the hits, hands fisted in the sheets. His ass was red, his shoulder hunched, but there was no real tension in his body.

A small part of Connor didn’t care about that. He knew Wesley could handle it, and that was all that mattered in that moment. Arousal pumped through his veins, his cock hard and throbbing, his need almost overwhelming.

He rubbed Wesley’s ass with his hands, enjoying the warmth that radiated from the welts. “You look so beautiful. Your ass is so red and hot.”