Love in the Land of Fire by Brochu, Rebecca (spanish books to read .txt) 📕

Josiah’s throat and all he can do is smile, a small upturning of his lips that doesn’t do justice to the way he’s feeling inside.

He holds Rafe carefully for a moment before he prompts him to stand. Rafe’s shaky when he gets his feet underneath him and Josiah has to reach out and steady him with a hand on his arm but he doesn’t hesitate to obey. There’s a newfound look of contentment in Rafe’s eyes, a gentle glow of peace that reassures Josiah that he’s done the right thing. This is what they’d both needed. He’s managed to show Rafe that punishment and pain aren’t always the horrible scarring things that Frisch had always shown him and in turn Rafe’s obviously grown to trust him on a deeper level.

“Undress me.” His voice is low and husky and he sees the way Rafe’s eyes widen and go dark at the sound of it.

Rafe raises trembling fingers to the top button of Josiah’s shirt; he fumbles for a moment but recovers quickly and makes swift work of working his way down the line of buttons. He looks up and Josiah sees the silent question in his eyes. He nods and Rafe’s hands slip under the fabric of his now open shirt, fingers trailing over the skin of Josiah’s shoulders as he slowly draws the silky material down his arms and off. Rafe gathers the shirt before it can hit the ground and to Josiah’s pleasure folds it neatly and places it beside his previously removed sleep pants on top of the dresser.

He comes back then and his fingers hesitate for a slit second over Josiah’s zipper, once again asking silently for permission to continue. When Josiah nods again, Rafe grasps the tab and slowly draws it down. He goes down on his knees in front of Josiah, wincing slightly at what the other man knows has to be a painful twinge from a sore ass, and hooks his fingers into the sides of Josiah’s pants. Rafe slowly tugs them down his legs.

The loose material goes easily, and Josiah raises first one foot and then the other to step out of them. Rafe rises, gives the pants the same treatment as the shirt before going back down in front of Josiah to do the same with his underwear.

Josiah’s cock bobs with the movement, curving up towards his belly, head flushed and glistening with pre-cum. Rafe eyes it hungrily, tongue flicking out to wet his lips, and Josiah almost snaps at the sight but manages to rein himself in at the last second.

“I want you on all fours on the bed and don’t move until I tell you to.”

Rafe scrambles to comply and Josiah has to wrap his fingers tightly around the base of his own cock at the sight of him. He’s gorgeous, tanned skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat, ass red from Josiah’s hand.

Bruises are already forming, the darkening skin marking him as owned as clearly as any contract.

Josiah rips his eyes away from the sight and rummages through the top drawer of his dresser, coming back with a small pot of oil. He pours a small amount into the palm of his hand before he sets it aside on the bedside table and crawls onto the bed behind Rafe. He tips his hand and lets the oil dribble down onto the flushed and bruised skin of Rafe’s ass, watching almost transfixed as the droplets disappear into his cleft.

Rafe tenses slightly but doesn’t move, mind obviously concentrating on following Josiah’s instructions.

Rafe hisses a quick indrawn breath that’s nearly silent in the next second when Josiah lays a hand on him, but 5it’s a reaction that doesn’t displease Josiah. Josiah prods softly at one of the quickly darkening bruises before he goes about following the oil with his fingertips. He traces his fingers across Rafe’s skin, relishing the feel of it beneath his hands and the knowledge that Rafe is his now and that hopefully very soon no one will ever be able to say otherwise. He doesn’t hesitate to slide a finger down Rafe’s cleft, oil slicking the way as he nudges softly at his tightly furled hole. Rafe is entirely too tense, his muscles clenching in obvious nervousness that Josiah cannot fault him for, so instead he tries to soothe his nerves.

“Relax, Rafe. You belong to me now and I’ll always take care of you. Always.”

He continues stroking his fingertip lightly over Rafe’s bud, spreading the oil around and encouraging him to relax. He reaches around Rafe’s kneeling body with his free hand and grasps his cock, soft from the pain of his punishment and his onslaught of nerves, and gives it a few firm pulls until he feels it begin to thicken in his hand.

“Look at you responding so beautifully to such a simple touch. I’ll teach you how it should be, Rafe, how pain can mix with pleasure until you can’t see straight.” He lowers his voice, makes it that gravelly growl that he knows Rafe likes. “You just have to let me in first, Rafe. Just let me in and I’ll take care of you, of everything.”

Rafe drops his head so that it hangs down between his arms and Josiah feels the shudder that works its way through his body as he struggles to relax his muscles. Josiah continues to prod gently at his hole but releases his hold on the submissive’s cock. He doesn’t want Rafe to get too worked up yet. He wants him to feel everything, every slick push and glide in excruciating detail with every inch of his body. Finally he pushes the tip of his finger past the now slightly loosened ring of muscles and then nearly groans aloud at the feel of Rafe’s heat, at the thought of having it wrapped so tightly