Blood Claim by Laura Mykles (free e books to read .txt) 📕

was for the spot or against it, Luke didn't understand. He brought the paddle lower, moving it at an angle. “Here, then,” he whispered. Cory opened and closed his mouth, but Luke brought it down on his other leg, hard, and just a quarter inch away from the first blow. Luke's entire body went rigid. “Let it out,” Luke said. “It's not good to keep things contained."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Cory managed. He was sweating now, his black hair plastered down and his face reddening, but he was every bit as beautiful as he'd ever been.

"Is that an invitation?” Luke waited, but Cory didn't answer. “Have you had enough? All you have to do is sit down again.” He undid his own slacks, took out his hard cock, and pressed it against the reddened patch of skin he'd made. “Can you feel how hard I am for you? How much I'd like to pull you down to the carpet and fuck you? Don't prolong this for my sake. Just sit down, Cory."

"No,” Cory snarled. “Just do it. Higher."

"Higher?” Luke asked. “Are you sure?"

Luke didn't think it was possible, but Cory spread his legs farther. Luke smiled, though Cory couldn't see him, and he brought the paddle down, harder yet, on the exact same spot as the first time. Cory howled, his entire body jerking, but he remained up. “Are you going to tell me what to do next time?” Luke kept his voice mild.

"No,” Cory gasped. “Sorry. I'm so sorry. Please.” He was fucking the air, but couldn't have gotten any relief from either his cock or the pain from his thighs. “Whatever you want. Please."

"Are you sure? Do you want to settle anything else out through a committee?"

Cory whined, but kept his legs wide open for Luke. “Whatever you want,” he said in a low whisper. “I'm yours."

Luke hesitated, but didn't respond to what Cory had just said. He'd said a lot more to his master in similar situations, and talk during sex was never admissible in arguments later on. He brought the paddle down, lazily, about three quarters of the way up Cory's thighs. No pain, not this time, just a low sting. “Like that?"

A pool of precum had gathered on Cory's belly. “Yes,” Cory hissed, bracing himself for the next blow, but instead Luke left the paddle casually, deliberately up against Cory's testicles and dipped his fingers into the precum. “You're getting off on this,” he said. It wasn't a question; the evidence pretty much spoke for itself. He brought his fingers up to Cory's mouth. “Open."

Cory parted his lips, sticking his tongue out, but Luke brought his fingers inside instead. “Suck."

And Cory sucked. Luke kept his hand still, so Cory moved his head up and down, performing mock fellatio on the long fingers until there wasn't a trace left of the precum. Luke withdrew, and Cory made a disappointed sound in the back of his throat.

"You can sit down,” Luke told him. “We can skip all this."

Cory shook his head and locked his thighs.

Luke ran his fingers along the inside of Cory's legs. “I forgot how stubborn you are."

"I didn't,” Cory said. Luke slapped him for it, but gently, barely making a sound. Cory shuddered and then audibly shut his mouth.

The next one stung. Cory jerked, but he was ready for it. He thrust his hips up, slowly. Luke let him find a rhythm, and he matched it. Sometimes he barely slapped the skin, and sometimes he brought it down so hard that Cory had to stop to ride out the sensation. The insides of his thighs were red with blood close to the surface, and the sounds coming from Cory were needy, pathetic things.

"Do you want a count to ten?” Luke asked softly. It would be ten very hard blows, evenly spaced apart, but then it would be over, and he wouldn't have asked Cory to give in. He took Cory's cock in his hand, feeling how close he was to coming—so close, Luke could feel the spasms under his fingers.

"Yes,” Cory said. He let the word catch, then slide out of him. “Please."

"Do you want to count?” he asked.

Cory didn't answer, but he shook his head, and that was enough. His entire body was tired, and he could barely keep his body open. Perhaps Luke had overdone it, considering that it was the first time in a while. Ten blows, each one methodical almost to the point of being mechanical, and each one jerked Cory up. His breath came in ragged gasps to help dispel the pain. When Luke reached ten, he dropped the paddle like a live wire, grabbed onto Cory's hips, and supported his weight. He took Cory's cock down his throat, already feeling him starting to come. Cory grabbed the back of his head, pushing him farther down, and when there was no more down to go, began fucking his mouth. If Luke needed to breathe, he probably would have choked, but he didn't, and Cory used the last of his energy to thrust himself down Luke's throat while he came.

He collapsed in a boneless heap on the couch, broken and sweating. There was room for them both in the oversized couch. Cory was too far gone, but Luke was still hard. It only took a second to collect Cory's spilled precum. Cory kept his legs close together, and Luke slid inside him. He needed hardly anything, watching Cory give himself over to riding the pain. He closed his eyes, kissing his way down Cory's neck, and when he came, gently compared to the rest of the evening, Cory let him stay inside.

They slept for over an hour, while the moon set above them. The cold wind shifted. Luke felt it go. He untangled himself from Cory, who woke during the operation but just turned on his hip and closed his eyes again. As much as Luke wanted to tug Cory along behind him and just go back to bed, he hadn't