Shades of an Untamed Heart
Excerpt:
Matt licked his way down Darian’s sweaty body. They’d just fucked for the third time that night, but Matt was tempted by the challenge of arousing Darian out of his sleepy state at least one more time. He swirled his tongue over Darian’s piercing. Normally he wore a hoop, but the tiny bar had been a nice change of pace. Darian liked changing jewelry and Matt liked anything that made Darian happy.
Nipping makes him happy, Matt thought. His lover’s lithe body shuttered involuntarily as Matt bit his pierced nipple zealously. Matt grinned. Darian reacted so pleasingly to pain.
“You like that?” he asked rhetorically, moving his mouth over to the other nipple.
Darian groaned and lifted his back off the bed.
Matt noticed him pull against the wrist restraints and he smirked wickedly. His little lover was trapped. He bit Darian’s ribs just below his right pectoral causing Darian to yelp. When he moved his mouth, Matt noticed teeth marks. In fact, he almost broke the skin. Is that going too far?
As Matt’s paused, Darian moaned “more” and pulled on his restraints again.
I guess not.
Matt slid his hand down between Darian’s thighs and did something daring, something he’d been dying to try but so far had not. His fingers found the hoop and tugged.
A sound came from Darian’s throat that was a mix of a pained cry and a desperate moan, “M-Matt... Ahh!” Darian gasped, spreading his legs apart and lifting his pelvis toward Matt’s hand.
“You want more?” Matt asked, knowing that Darian did, but also shocked that he reacted so strongly. He got the piercing only recently and it had just healed. Matt licked it tentatively earlier in the evening -- turned on by the guts it took to pierce his scrotum by his perineum -- but Matt hadn’t worked up the nerve to play with it yet.
He didn’t want to hurt Darian for real, only in play. Who knew Darian would respond so amiably now? He rubbed the skin around where the ring pierced Darian’s flesh, soothing it, caressing away the pain. Then, when Darian had relaxed his hips back onto the bed; Matt tugged on the gold ring again, pulling Darian’s sensitive flesh with it.
“Ahh!” Darian screamed, bucking. He threw his head back on the pillow, panting for breath.
Matt saw a tear seeping from the corner of Darian's eye. He eased off the pressure. “You want me to stop?”
“No. No more.” Darian’s eyes met his. They were hungry and glazed with lust. Matt acquiesced and Darian moaned loudly. “M-Matt, fuck me. Please. Hard.” Matt tugged again and Darian’s body quaked.
In that moment, a niggling thought bloomed in Matt’s mind. Darian and pain. Hmm, perhaps a trip to a BDSM club would be fun? Matt nodded to himself in agreement with his inspired plan as he manhandled Darian into position, penetrating Darian's body with a powerful thrust.
Yes, this little nympho needs punishment. Bound, controlled, punishment.
Matt fucked him hard, and delighted in every wailing sob Darian offered up.
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Matt licked his way down Darian’s sweaty body. They’d just fucked for the third time that night, but Matt was tempted by the challenge of arousing Darian out of his sleepy state at least one more time. He swirled his tongue over Darian’s piercing. Normally he wore a hoop, but the tiny bar had been a nice change of pace. Darian liked changing jewelry and Matt liked anything that made Darian happy.
Nipping makes him happy, Matt thought. His lover’s lithe body shuttered involuntarily as Matt bit his pierced nipple zealously. Matt grinned. Darian reacted so pleasingly to pain.
“You like that?” he asked rhetorically, moving his mouth over to the other nipple.
Darian groaned and lifted his back off the bed.
Matt noticed him pull against the wrist restraints and he smirked wickedly. His little lover was trapped. He bit Darian’s ribs just below his right pectoral causing Darian to yelp. When he moved his mouth, Matt noticed teeth marks. In fact, he almost broke the skin. Is that going too far?
As Matt’s paused, Darian moaned “more” and pulled on his restraints again.
I guess not.
Matt slid his hand down between Darian’s thighs and did something daring, something he’d been dying to try but so far had not. His fingers found the hoop and tugged.
A sound came from Darian’s throat that was a mix of a pained cry and a desperate moan, “M-Matt... Ahh!” Darian gasped, spreading his legs apart and lifting his pelvis toward Matt’s hand.
“You want more?” Matt asked, knowing that Darian did, but also shocked that he reacted so strongly. He got the piercing only recently and it had just healed. Matt licked it tentatively earlier in the evening -- turned on by the guts it took to pierce his scrotum by his perineum -- but Matt hadn’t worked up the nerve to play with it yet.
He didn’t want to hurt Darian for real, only in play. Who knew Darian would respond so amiably now? He rubbed the skin around where the ring pierced Darian’s flesh, soothing it, caressing away the pain. Then, when Darian had relaxed his hips back onto the bed; Matt tugged on the gold ring again, pulling Darian’s sensitive flesh with it.
“Ahh!” Darian screamed, bucking. He threw his head back on the pillow, panting for breath.
Matt saw a tear seeping from the corner of Darian's eye. He eased off the pressure. “You want me to stop?”
“No. No more.” Darian’s eyes met his. They were hungry and glazed with lust. Matt acquiesced and Darian moaned loudly. “M-Matt, fuck me. Please. Hard.” Matt tugged again and Darian’s body quaked.
In that moment, a niggling thought bloomed in Matt’s mind. Darian and pain. Hmm, perhaps a trip to a BDSM club would be fun? Matt nodded to himself in agreement with his inspired plan as he manhandled Darian into position, penetrating Darian's body with a powerful thrust.
Yes, this little nympho needs punishment. Bound, controlled, punishment.
Matt fucked him hard, and delighted in every wailing sob Darian offered up.
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