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.Next he unfurled the whip and let it drop.Dima gazed down at it, body already flushed with heat and anticipation.He was on display.It didn’t matter there wasn’t anyone else around to witness it.He was on display for Xavier, exposed.Dima got harder.“Safe word?”“T-Toffee.”“I want you to get loud,” Xavier growled.He circled Dima again, reaching out to touch him with the tip of the whip.Gentle.Caressing.Dima shuddered.“I want you to scream.” He stepped behind Dima.“That’s the only sounds I want from you.”A sob caught in Dima’s throat.He hadn’t tasted the whip yet and already he was a mess.A sound cut through the air, sharp and loud, then the whip fell.On him.“Argh.” His body twisted as fire bloomed.The pain instantly wet his eyes.The whip whistled through the air again and again, landing on him, shoulder, left side, right.His ass.It burned and hurt, sharp, stinging, making him breathless.“I love your sounds.” Xavier spoke as he whipped him, voice a raspy crawl down Dima’s spine, paining him as much as the whip.“Your skin.” He caught Dima on the left butt cheek, the very tip of the whip sliding across his skin and jarring him.He bucked, crying out as tears ran down his face.“All those tattoos, beautiful and colorful.Like you.”The whip landed on Dima’s left shoulder, yanking a pained shout.The force of it lifted him onto his tiptoes.His head bowed.The belt around his wrists held him in place.Otherwise maybe he’d have run from it, not the whipping, but the emotion behind it, the emotion dripping from Xavier’s voice onto him.“I love everything about you, Rush.” Xavier concentrated on Dima’s ass.“Everything.You’re worth it.” He alternated blows, lashing Dima’s butt cheeks.“To me.” His choked words cut off then began again.“You’re worth everything to me.I want you to choose me, even when the time comes that you won’t want to.”Dima didn’t know if the whip or Xavier’s words were the cause of his loud, hacking sobs.But they were, ripping from his throat.“Choose me when your head says no.” The whip climbed up his back, making Dima sway, shake.The belt buckle knocked against the pole as he tugged on it.Clang.Clang.Clang.“Choose me.Choose us.”The beating didn’t falter even though Xavier’s voice did from time to time, and no matter how Dima bucked away, how much he arched and tried to escape it—the whip and the words—they kept coming and coming, drowning him in the fiery pain.His chest heaved.“You.Are.The.Love.Of.My.Life.” Xavier punctuated each word with a blow.Dima backed each one up with a cry.Too much.His body was ablaze, going up in flames, and yet his chest hurt more.His heart hurt more.“Nothing else matters,” Xavier snarled.“Nothing else should matter.Except my love for you.And your love for me.” The blows changed.Almost as if he’d switched hands.More concentrated on Dima’s right side.“Tell me you understand.” Xavier caught him on the underside of his right ass cheek, the back of his thigh.Dima screamed.“Tell me you know this.” The other thigh, right under his ass.“Tell me you know.” He was begging, Xavier was begging.And Dima wanted to answer, but his tongue was heavy, too heavy to form words.Even if he could, the sobs pouring from him didn’t allow him the opportunity to speak so he nodded his head.Did he believe Xavier loved him? Could he? Dare he? He nodded again.Harder, this time.Faster.And Xavier’s strokes flew the same.Harder.Faster.“I love you.I love you, Rush.” He flicked the whip up to Dima’s right shoulder.“I love you.”Just like that the blows stopped.Something dropped onto Dima’s neck.Warm.Water.He sagged, throat hoarse then Xavier was there, pressed against his overheated back, against the welts that had to already be formed.Skin to skin.Something dripped again.Faster this time.More.Dima couldn’t even lift his head up to look, but he didn’t have to.The skies opened up on them as Xavier brought his hard cock to Dima’s hole.He was slicked up.Dima wasn’t.He wasn’t prepped, but he didn’t care.Xavier just slammed in.Dima keened.The force of Xavier invasion yanked his head up, and he threw his ass back, slamming onto the cock tearing him open even though it burned and burned some more.Rain pelted them, splashing onto his back, lashing his face, stinging his eyes.The wounds sizzled, ached so sweet.Dima hissed, numb fingers clawing at the pole as Xavier sank his teeth into Dima’s shoulder and pounded into him.All sounds were strangled in his throat and all he could give was grunts.Pained.Loud.Grunts.But he could move and he reared back on the cock in his ass, possessing him, owning him.Xavier pistoned in and out, their skin sliding over each other, wet from the rain.He put a hand flat on Dima’s back, over the fresh welts.Dima moaned and arched into the touch.His cock was beyond hard, beyond hurting.All of that fogged his brain, bowed his spine, curled his toes.He panted, but just then Xavier clawed at him, fingers digging into the evidence of his whipping, and Dima screamed as he came.Xavier shouted at his ear, more heat filling Dima.He lurched forward, forehead banging against the metal pole as he tumbled into blackness, still screaming.Chapter SixteenXavier’s phone vibrated where he’d placed it on the floor next to the air bed [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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