DeVante's Coven (21 page)

Daniel opened his eyes and saw Leonard smiling down at him. Leonard’s hands encased Daniel’s head, thumbs stroking Daniel’s cheeks.

“You are beautiful,” he said, thumbs stroking, stroking, rubbing Daniel’s tears into his skin. “So lovely to look at with your lips stretched around my cock. Take it, little boy, take it all.” He moved his hips forward and back, fucking Daniel’s mouth with slow languorous movements, withdrawing, just to the head, pressing back in as far as Daniel could take him. Daniel held still, didn’t fight, although he wasn’t giving Leonard the surrender that Leonard believed he was. He stared into Leonard’s face, waiting to catch his eyes, capture the Master.

Three, four strokes and Leonard met Daniel’s eyes. Daniel held them and his mind raced, wondering how much he could influence Leonard. He needed more practice with this mind control business. But he could try.

He stared into Leonard’s eyes, studied them, watched the black pupils dilate slightly, gold flecks in the irises shrink. And suddenly he was inside Leonard’s head, feeling the pleasure and the power, geez, almost like he was sucking his own cock. Totally weird. His first reaction was that he didn’t like it. But he overrode his distaste while Leonard pulled back, pushed forward, hands clutching Daniel’s head, and Daniel thought to improve Leonard’s experience. He stared into the brown eyes and remembered Reed’s hands, cradling his ball sack, caressing, tugging gently. Leonard’s eyes widened and Daniel knew he was giving all he remembered to Leonard in real-time sensation.

It was more than Leonard could take. He exploded into Daniel’s mouth, and Daniel jerked his head back, losing Leonard’s eyes.

Now he was purely in his own head, sputtering, spitting, tears coming from his eyes again.

Leonard laughed out loud. “That was hot, little slave. You have a great mouth, but you need to learn to swallow better than that.”

Daniel nodded, letting himself be compliant now that he was no longer afraid. He started to speak, to ask “Now what?” and then remembered Leonard didn’t want him to speak. He plastered an excited, expectant look on his face. The drug was already wearing off.

Leonard caught it. “Wondering what’s next, hmm? I’ll show you.” He stepped back and motioned Daniel to roll over. Daniel struggled to obey, and Leonard helped adjust his legs and hips.

Daniel wriggled, moaning and rutting his cock against the vinyl of the bench.

Leonard’s hand came fast, a stinging slap to the skin of Daniel’s ass. “Don’t move. You’ve got a lot to learn, Puppy.”

Daniel grinned at the wall. Leonard had no idea that Daniel had been in his head, essentially controlling his experience, making him come. That was funny. What wasn’t so funny was the ache in his back caused by this awkward position. He was lying on his stomach on the narrow vinyl-padded bench, wrists suspended slightly above and forward from his head. His bent knees rested on the floor, the bench wide and firm between his legs. Awkward as hell.

“There’s a boy,” Leonard crooned. “All mine tonight.”

Leonard’s legs came into Daniel’s peripheral vision, and then Leonard was using a paddle to lift his chin and force Daniel to look up. Daniel looked at Leonard looking down at him, but Leonard avoided Daniel’s eyes. Like he knew. Or maybe it was just instinct, part of this Master/slave game.

“Don’t look at me, look at this,” Leonard said, and tapped the paddle with his free hand, bobbling Daniel’s jaw and chin. “Have you experienced this particular pleasure before?”

Daniel shook his head and felt his body tense. Leonard was going to spank him. Shivers ran to his toes as he waited, breath held, and he felt his cock get harder, if that was even possible.

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” Leonard mused, almost to himself. “But you will.” His laugh was cold, ruthless. “We’ll start slow, just ten, lightly. I want you to seal your lips and not make a sound.”

The first blow was a shock of stinging skin, heat racing up Daniel’s spine. Daniel rode it out, not making a sound, letting the sensation seep from his buttocks into his cock.

The next landed just under the curve of his ass, followed by a stinging slap to the top of his right ass cheek. Daniel bit back a moan and writhed on the bench. He’d never been so aware of his ass before—just three blows and it felt hot and swollen. He’d never been this vulnerable. Oh, if Minnesota could see me now, he thought for a very brief moment, until Leonard’s fingers danced lightly between his cheeks, and tickled the part of his balls exposed from behind. Then all coherent thought fled as a thrilling fear engulfed him.

And there it was, searing pain as the edge of the paddle caught the tender sack of flesh, stretched tight between the bench and the weight of Daniel’s body. Daniel couldn’t help crying out, and then he cringed.

Leonard chuckled. “Quiet, Slave, or it will go worse for you.” He rained four quick successive blows to Daniel’s ass, two to his thighs, and the last, number eleven actually, shockingly hard to his right buttock. Daniel was still, his breath coming quick and shallow, tiny sobs trying to escape his throat.

Hands smoothed his buttocks then, warm and tender, and something cool and wet dripped onto his flesh. Leonard rubbed it in, soothing, protecting.

“That was just the warm-up, beautiful boy. Let’s do an encore, a little harder this time. And get your legs up.” Leonard lifted Daniel’s legs onto the bench, crossing them at the ankles where they barely had purchase. “Forty, young one, with a crop this time, and the rules change. Buck all you want, cry out loud, show me you appreciate the pain.”

Daniel swallowed his fear, reminding himself he could escape this at any moment. As he prepared his brain, his body, Leonard pulled his head back and kissed him, long and slow, and when he pulled away Daniel again had that bitter taste in his mouth. What the fuck was Leonard feeding him?

Before he could work it out—provided his limited experiences with drugs even allowed him to work it out—the crop was slicing into his back, one blow, then another, another—the strokes sliding into a rhythm but landing in random places. First to his back, his shoulder blades, then to his buttocks. Daniel found he was anticipating each blow, tensing away from the pain, but then inexplicably raising his buttocks to meet it, groaning and crying out and rubbing his aching cock against the vinyl of the bench, hoping for relief.

As the whipping continued and intensified, Daniel’s body felt like it was on fire. There was no lessening of pain between blows—the aftershocks of the last strike led right into the stunning exquisite pain of the next. He cried out with each lash of pain until he was sobbing and his face was wet with tears.

And just when he felt he could not possibly go on, just when his mixed up head was scrambling for the code word, it stopped.

The master’s voice praised him, “Oh, you’re a quick study,” and Leonard’s hands touched Daniel’s back, smoothing cool ointment into his flesh, Daniel’s skin hot and thirsty for it. “Now do I want to look at your pretty face while I fuck you, or your pretty red-striped back?”

Daniel knew better than to answer.

“Face, I think,” Leonard answered his own question. “I’ll remember your back well enough.” He lifted one of Daniel’s legs, unhooking that foot from the other, and Daniel groaned because he didn’t want to move. “There’s a boy, roll over. Roll over, Puppy,” and his hands were on Daniel, urging him to turn onto his back.

Daniel felt stiff all over, the muscles of his buttocks and thighs still tense from the whipping. Leonard held his upper body while Daniel carefully rolled over, the chains above his head twisting together as Daniel turned from stomach to back.

For a moment the vinyl was cool against his skin.

Leonard straddled him, admiring Daniel’s cock, which strained upward begging for release.

“Rather nice equipment you have there, for a boy hardly grown.” Leonard still held the crop and used it to stroke Daniel’s throbbing dick. Daniel groaned and lifted his hips, then cried out loud as his back rubbed against the bench.

“Mmm, remember the crop, boy, the pain of it, and embrace this new pain.” Leonard’s cock stood at attention, and he pulled a small bottle of lube from a shallow pocket of the belt and poured it into his right palm, then stroked himself while teasing Daniel’s own cock and balls with the crop. Daniel watched him, partly with dread, and partly with anticipation.

Leonard stroked Daniel’s inner thigh with his free hand, “Easy, easy.” He let Daniel’s body reject his thumb, then pressed it back in again, moving his other hand from Daniel’s thigh to stroke Daniel’s cock, cup his balls. “Relax. You’re going to let me in. You don’t have a choice.” Leonard pulled his thumb from Daniel’s ass and groped at the belt. Daniel watched Leonard remove a six inch butt plug with a narrow tip.

Leonard smirked at Daniel as he smoothed lube onto it. Then he grasped Daniel’s cock firmly with his left hand and positioned the plug at Daniel’s clenched hole with his right.

“Easy,” Leonard said again, and pressed the plug against Daniel’s pucker while stroking, stroking Daniel’s cock.

Daniel’s heart raced at the combined sensations and he groaned deep in his throat as he released the tension in his ass and consciously extended his sphincter muscle outward.

The stretch of opening was exquisitely painful and he nearly came, but somehow at the same time he shifted on the bench, and a stinging hot pain raced up his back.

His groan changed to a loud cry and tears sprang to his eyes. For a moment all he felt was pure misery, and decided he needed to end this.

Code word… safe word, whatever the fuck, what did Leonard say it was? Shit, he couldn’t remember, his back positively on fire, cock still hungry and straining. He arched off the bench, using his legs on Leonard’ shoulders for purchase, and knocked Leonard backward a step.

Immediately Leonard had Daniel’s balls in a vice-like grip as he hissed, “Be still,” so fiercely that Daniel quieted.

Daniel was going soft, the pain of his back sticking to the vinyl was definitely not a turn on. He was crying for real now, gasping for breath and sobbing.

Leonard released Daniel’s balls and pressed the plug firmly into him. He reached to wipe Daniel’s tears, brush Daniel’s hair off his forehead. “Easy, boy, beautiful boy. You make a gratifying slave. I know you suffer, I appreciate it. And I will reward you.” With that he folded himself practically in half to take Daniel’s cock into his mouth.

Daniel sucked in his breath, cock springing back to life.

Leonard sucked him for several minutes, hands at Daniel’s ass, toying with the plug, pulling it out, then pressing it back in, fucking him with it.

Daniel bucked and moaned, and closed his eyes from too many sensations—warm, wet mouth tantalizing him, gentle hands caressing his burning buttocks, sucking sensation of the plug being pulled out, the violation of its return. He didn’t know which to focus on, and when he attempted to surrender to all of them, the need to writhe on the bench was overwhelming.

Daniel opened his eyes to find Leonard gazing down at him. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you scream,” he said, and pulled the plug free.

Daniel’s hole was gaping and empty, and he almost felt unfettered.

Then Leonard was there, filling Daniel with his cock, holding his legs to push in deeper and deeper.

Daniel let loose a growl and took him all the way in. Leonard sighed and began a fierce rhythm, eyelids drooping and his face slack as his cock worked in and out.

Daniel dropped his eyes to watch Leonard fucking him, and that’s when he realized… Leonard was fucking him without a condom. Daniel was infinitely glad in that moment that he was Vampire. Because he knew he would be frantic if he were mortal.

Raw—or bare-backing, as some called sex without using a condom. Daniel had learned already there weren’t many humans up for that anymore. The stakes were too damn high. Daniel allowed these thoughts briefly, but he wanted to come, wanted to get out of here and take his sore body for a meal.

He had a brief opportunity to capture Leonard’s gaze but missed it. So instead he moaned his pleasure and moved his hips the slightest bit to thrust his cock upward.

Leonard clutched Daniel’s hips and stroked in and out, gaining momentum, then taking Daniel’s hint and using one hand to jack Daniel’s cock.

After four or five strokes, Daniel came in forceful spurts that landed on his own chest, chin, and lips.

He licked his lips. Leonard saw it, and his eyes went soft and unfocused as he came deep in Daniel’s ass.

They were both spent. The pain in Daniel’s back was receding, and he was sure it would heal completely when he finally fed. He could stand it until then.

Leonard pulled out of Daniel’s ass and Daniel felt the uncomfortable sensation of Leonard’s come dripping out of him. He shivered, took in a deep breath and let it out in a long stream. “I should go.”