Love Language by Reese Morrison

Author:Reese Morrison [Morrison, Reese]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-02-11T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 10 Greg

Greg felt mindless, wild. He was bombarded by sensations, shaking and panting.

He’d thought that Marco was sweet, for all the usual care that he took with him.

But this was agony.

His nipples throbbed, pulled impossibly far away from his chest. His testicles burned in two sharp points of fire. Pain seemed to arc between them, the rest of his body just a corridor.

And that damned hook, filling him up so completely and then pulling the wrong way. It was somehow too hard, too much, too intense. And it wasn’t moving at all, not giving him the slightest bit of pleasurable stimulation.

His arms were starting to burn as they strained to hold his weight. The leather wrapped around the chains wasn’t enough, couldn’t possibly give him the relief he needed no matter how hard he pulled.

And his feet felt like they could cramp any minute, his toes unaccustomed to taking the weight of his whole body.

He bent his left knee, seeking relief, but it only changed the angle of the wretched hook, pulled more tightly on his left nipple. His own screams echoed in his ears.

Maybe if he just pulled a bit more with his arms, made himself take one more minute of that sharp torture to his nipple and balls…

It was horrible.

And it was everything.

Marco kissed gently along his clavicle and Greg leaned into him despite the pain.

Marco. Marco. Marco was touching him. Taking care of him. Giving him everything that he needed.

Marco pulled back enough to sign. You’re beautiful. So gorgeous for me. I want to taste your tears. Give them to me and all this will end. Make me proud of you.

That’s right. Crying. He needed to cry, and then Marco would be pleased with him.

He could feel the emotions boiling up in him. Some sort of aching euphoria, a consuming wave that would wash away all his grief and leave him clean.

He just needed tears.

He gritted his teeth and lowered himself to his heels. His arms were starting to feel rubbery and his nipples were already so battered that they ached even as he decreased the pressure.

And that hook… He didn’t even have words for it. It was just so there. So hard inside him. Dragging him upward by his most vulnerable place in a direction that he just shouldn’t be pulled. He couldn’t think of it in any way but relentless, the dull pain a constant throb that intensified as he forced it further into himself to relieve the other points of pain.

He sought out Marco with his eyes, needing his Dom’s encouragement.

So good, sweetheart. I know you can do it.

The intensity, the torment, swirled around inside him and gained purpose. Focus.

For Marco he could do this.

He gripped the leather-wrapped chains again as Marco gave delicate licks down his chest. That was part of the mind fuck, how sweetly Marco was touching him even though he was the source and the purpose of all this torture.

Marco was on his knees, now, looking up at him with fire in his eyes.

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