Pushing Connor (The Dungeon #4)(4)

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The day finally over, Wesley hurried home, to the place he now shared with Connor. A little over two months ago, they’d sold their former homes and bought a house to suit both of them.

He stepped through the entrance, into the spacious hallway. He dropped his coat and immediately headed for the bedroom. He opened the door and stopped on the threshold, taking in the sight that awaited him.

There were lit candles set around the room. The bed was turned down, a light flogger and a set of leather handcuffs placed in the center. Wesley swallowed, excitement and arousal coursing through his system as he searched for Connor. His heart skipped a beat when their eyes met. Connor was seated upon the loveseat by the window. The candlelight played on his face, adding a new depth to his features.

“Come in.” Connor’s tone left no doubt that a scene had begun.

Wesley shuddered under the force of the command. He obeyed instantly, stepping inside. The door swung shut behind him, making him jump.

“Strip.”

Maintaining visual contact, Wesley unbuttoned his shirt. Once open, he shrugged it off his shoulders. Connor followed his every move, his gaze leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

The pants were next. The zipper was easy, but the leather was far more stubborn. After a full day wearing the leather pants, the fabric clung to his legs, making removing it in haste problematic. He tugged and pushed until, finally, he was free of the annoying piece of clothing. During his undressing, Connor’s eyes had remained trained on him, adding to his struggle. The butt plug shifting inside of him made matters worse.

He had grown somehow accustomed to wearing it—a sort of numbness had settled in—but this new series of movements had caused his muscles to contract around the base again, sending fresh waves of sensation though Wesley.

“Socks and briefs as well.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Once he was completely naked, he stood tall, legs slightly spread, facing forward. His cock jutted free, half hard and getting harder under Connor’s gaze.

“Beautiful. Did you play with yourself today?”

“No, Sir.”

Connor climbed to his feet and walked up to Wesley. He stopped right in front of him and wrapped his palm around Wesley’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss. It was far gentler than Wesley had expected. Or wanted. A mere brush of lips against lips.

Wesley gasped when the kiss ended, and leaned in, his body following Connor’s.

“Welcome home.” A shiver ran through Wesley when Connor’s breath tickled his cheek.

Connor released him, but instead of walking away, he stepped even closer, their chests touching. Wesley’s nipples hardened at the brush of Connor’s shirt. He jumped when Connor reached around him and twisted the base of the plug.

Eyes squeezed shut, Wesley swayed, but he kept his position as best as he could, his hands remaining at his sides.

Strong arms steadied him. “Easy there.”

Connor’s hot breath wafted over Wesley’s skin, making him break out in goosebumps. His cock throbbed, rubbing against the denim of Connor’s jeans. It felt both soft and rough against his sensitive skin. A moan escaped Wesley, his thighs giving an involuntary thrust in search of more friction.

A playful slap landed on Wesley’s ass cheek. Arousal spiked. Connor threaded his fingers through Wesley’s hair and pulled his head back, exposing his throat. The scrape of teeth against his neck had Wesley shivering.

Connor stepped back, and Wesley swayed again, mourning the loss of contact.

“Go lie on the bed. Facedown.”

Wesley obeyed, walking the short distance to the bed on shaky legs. He climbed up and assumed the required position. His cock rubbed against the sheets as he settled in, trapped between him and the mattress. He gave a little wiggle, trying to find a more comfortable position. A slap landing on his ass stopped any further movement.

“Spread your arms.”

Wesley complied, stretching his arms to the side. Soft leather encased his wrists, clasps securing the cuffs in place. Thin chain connected them to the bedposts. Wesley tested them, happy that they were stretched to the max, giving him some room to maneuver.

“I will not bind your legs, but you are to remain still. And you’re not allowed to come. Is that clear?”

Wesley had expected that, but hearing it still rattled him. He wanted—needed—to come. Yet, he knew there would be no orgasm without Connor’s permission.

“Yes, Sir.” Wesley tensed in anticipation.

Still, the suede of the flogger took him by surprise. There was no pain, just the caress of the soft fabric. He jerked, clenching around the plug.

Connor walked around the bed, dangling the toy from his fingers. The ends of the chords brushed Wesley’s skin, teasing the backs of his knees, his thighs, his back. The touch was barely a whisper, barely there, but it was enough to inflame Wesley’s senses. The pillow under him absorbed his groan as he shuddered. Then the caress was gone, replaced by a sharper touch.

The tips bit into Wesley’s skin when Connor twirled the flogger around. Just like before, the contact was uneven. It caught him here and there, and each time left him guessing what was still to come. The bite was uneven as well, but it didn’t really hurt. Not yet.

Wesley could feel his body growing warmer, heavier. Then Connor brought things up a notch. The twirling of the flogger increased, its bite more intense. Wesley tugged on the cuffs. Stretching his hands, he wrapped his fingers around the chains, bracing himself for what was to come.