Rapture

by Angelique Voisen

  Chase brought out the worst in me. The parts that made me good and decent, and I hated him for it. I had never shown this much leniency or felt this much for any slave I trained. To me, merchandise was merchandise. Be it R or people, objects are movable and can be easily replaced. Some part of me knew, though, that taking Chase forcibly from Marco didn’t just engineer his undoing. It had also been the start of mine.

  Standing against the door, I remained immobile, my erection rendered invisible by the darkness. Chase remained bound and spread on my bed like an sacrificial offering, one I had been tempted to ravage each time I saw him. My control hung on a frayed and precarious thread. Sooner or later, it would snap and undo all my weeks of effort and patience.

  “Master? Are you there?” Chase hesitantly squeaked from the bed.

  The darkness disturbed Chase, but I knew the silence unhinged him even more. Was I sick for looking forward to his growing dependence on me? His hunger for my touch that could either bring comfort or violence? Maybe, but I didn’t care.

  After minutes passed, he tried again, his voice gaining strength. “Kade? You sick son-of-a-bitch, I know you’re there, watching. Don’t you know what you’re doing is creeping the hell out of me?”

  Chase knew the rules, and he knew breaking them would merit his punishment. Still, the little spark of rebellion made me smile. My work had paid off. No longer did Chase beg for R every time I entered the room.

  “So what if I am?” Dislodging myself from the door, I flicked the light switch on and moved to the bed.

  Chase cringed away at my approach, let out little gasps when I clambered on top of him. Something I’d never done in the weeks during his detox. The sound of my shirt and denim jeans slithering against his smooth skin did little wonders for the growing bulge in my pants.

  “Perhaps, during these past few weeks, you’ve begun to harbor the illusion you can do as you please. I’ve been too soft with you. It’s time to re-educate you, pup.”

  I slid my knee between his legs, nudged right at his cock, already standing at half-mast. I smiled crookedly at Chase. His cheeks turned endearingly pink, as if he knew I’d just exposed his shame.

  “Since you seem to crave my cock so badly, then I’ll indulge you.” I unzipped my jeans, watching him bite his lips at the sight of my thickening member.

  “Please, Master. Don’t do this.” Chase shut his mouth, realizing his mistake a second too late.

  “Don’t do this?” I asked mockingly, pressing my cock against his belly, wanting Chase to feel my terrible need. “You’re issuing commands to me now?”

  “No. Please, Kade. I’m really sorry,” he whispered, sounding genuine.

  I thumbed his tears and sucked on the salty moisture left behind on my fingers, enjoying Chase’s growing unsettlement. “Do you think apologizing will get you anywhere with a man who enjoys getting off seeing you cry and savoring the taste of your tears?” Unlike the strange unfathomable moments he leaned into my hand, Chase drew away when I touched the slight bristles on his cheek.

  “Has your fear of me returned, Chase? Or do you need me to tell you, in graphic detail, what I really want to do to you?”

  Chase fell alarmingly silent for a moment. While I triumphed over the fact empty dullness no longer filled his once vacant, drugged eyes, the alert and keenly perceptive eyes of the new Chase, not wholly right and unbroken, terrified me in ways I couldn’t understand.

  “Answer me,” I demanded, gripping his face hard.

  “You don’t need to. Your eyes tell me everything I need to know.”

  “That’s right, pup.” I leered down at him. “But I want to hear the words all the same.”

  Unexplainable fire sparked in Chase’s summer blue eyes. Then it cooled, becoming hard, sharp enough to cut. Free, unfretted with bonds, I menacingly loomed over Chase, my weight unpleasantly holding his slender body down, but our positions felt reversed.

  “Marco broke me, but not completely,” he stated.

  I drove the hurtful words home. “And I put you back together again so I can break you again.”

  “Yes,” Chase agreed, keeping his gaze trained on mine. “But we both know I’m capable of taking you apart, too.”

  I always prided myself on confidently taking the men and women I’ve trained to the edge, to push them to the limits without breaking them. At the moment, my confidence wavered. All my barriers of control fell apart.

  The need to completely and thoroughly dominate, to not merely shove Chase off the edge of the cliff inch-by-inch but simply toss him, reflected my own need and hunger to fall with him.

  Sliding myself upwards, I straddled his face.

  “Yes?” I asked, voice hoarse.

  He bit down on his bottom lip, seemingly afraid of his admission. “Yes.”

  I penetrated his mouth. He gagged at first, and I began to draw back. Determination filled his eyes. Chase wanted this as much as I did.

  “I plan to take you. All of you, starting with this hole.”

  His cheeks and jaws furiously worked. My entry became smoother, until my tip hit the back of his throat.

  “Good boy,” I told Chase approvingly with panting breaths, pulling out only to dive back in. “You’re going to swallow my cum and not spill a drop.”

  Tied down, helpless, only able to take what I offered, I reminded Chase of his place. The sum of what existed between us. Master and slave, two souls existing on the opposite ends of the same pole, eventually bound to collide and break each other apart.

  Choking and gasping noises receded to the sweet music of Chase’s acceptance and defeat. The muscles of his throat beautifully worked hard to make each of my entries smooth even as my cock thickened and I filled to bursting. The rebellion I’d come to love and began to doubt I could quench replaced reluctant submission. Easier to yield than to fight, to pick battles he could win.

  Days of careful preparation undone, I drove inside Chase’s warm velvet mouth one last time before spilling my seed. Gaze glued to mine, he tenderly sucked on my softening prick, intent on obeying my commands.

  Where did he learn such a delightful trick?

  Mind-numbing revelation opened up to me in a single gesture of defiance.

  Look at me, Chase seemed to say, I’m no longer an animal unable to obey simple commands. No longer a young man enraptured and dependent on drugs, but a new man broken at the forge and remade into something else.

  Groaning, I sank my fingers into his hair, accepting his gift. The pain didn’t deter Chase from his task. Chase licked his lips afterwards, looking up at me, his expression a curious mixture of lazy arrogance, curiosity, and fear.

  Gauntlet thrown. Challenge accepted. Chase finally understood submission could be wielded like any weapon. At the right hands, what bends would not always break.

  “Good boy,” I told him, letting him hear the pride in my voice. “That’s my good pup.”

  Chapter Six

  Chase

  Good boy.

  Just two simple words, syllables that should’ve lacked any meaning save for one. A means to an end, to force Kade into thinking he had me when he never did. But a dark part of me that emerged from the chasm along with the ruthless new Chase longed for his approval, craved for Kade’s acceptance of the gift of my submission.

  “So easy to read you like a book, Chase,” Kade murmured, sliding down his hard body, fitting it snugly against mine. I didn’t like the bumps and ridges made by his clothes, the slither of cotton and denim against my vulnerable skin. “If I knew all you needed was a cock in your mouth to shut you up and satisfy you, I’d done it long ago.”

  I flinched, a retort ready on the tip of my tongue, but I curbed my temper. Harsh words meant to test me, or maybe just to see my reaction.

  “Please, Master,” I murmured instead.

  He didn’t blink or show his surprise. Only repeated the words he’d ask me before while he ran a finger down the column of my throat, curious and tentative. “What exactly a
re you begging me for, pup? I can’t always anticipate your needs, so you need to be clear on what you want.”

  Freedom, so I can run as far away from you as possible.

  “Won’t you take off your clothes, Master? Please, I want to see all of you, if you still intend to have me.”

  Kade’s touches grew heavy, firm and possessive, no longer dancing the fine line of restrain and control. The hungry look I glimpsed before settled into place, making me shiver, my newfound confidence waver.

  “Oh, I intend to have you. I’ve been waiting a fucking long time for this.”

  I took a steadying breath and waited. He rolled off me, dispensing with his clothes in a rush. Without the barrier of clothing, the heat of his skin brushed against my own—hard, inked, sweat-slicked, and golden. His weight, not entirely unpleasant against mine, sparked a sharp tingle down my spine and directly to my thickening member.

  A smug, knowing look rippled across Kade’s face. He reached out for my length, gathered the pre-cum, my shame, between his fingers. “So hard and ready. Taste how eager you are for me, pup.”

  He held out his fingers to my face, testing my resolve again. Hard-wired to play my role or hard-wired to obey, I couldn’t really tell anymore. I licked each of his digits dry.

  “Good boy.”

  My stomach fluttered. Pride in his voice, joy reflected in the way my traitorous body reacted.

  “Can you taste your eagerness, pup?” He reached down again, twisting the uncomfortable plug in my ass, making me yelp.

  My cheeks burned with the admission. No hesitation. Even a quarter of a second of uncertainty could mean anything. “Yes, Master.”

  “Then I think there’s no need for words anymore.” He kissed me then, a tangle of tongues, teeth, and mouths, tasting himself in my plundered mouth.

  It would’ve been infinite times better if I lay meek and unresponsive under him while he ravaged me like a piece of fuckable meat.

  Kade tweaked and twisted my nipples. He left a trail of bright, hot kisses and the indentation of his teeth down my neck and collarbones. Pain I understood, but mingled with pleasure, it left my bound body confused and frustrated under Kade’s merciless onslaught.

  I thought I’d been geared and ready to plunge headlong and locked together towards paths that spiraled downhill and led to God-knew-where, but I had been wrong. I desperately wanted to believe he fixed me, made me stronger so I could fight back before he broke me again. Nothing prepared me for the deafening pressure building inside me. The way my body leaned towards him like a thousand hungry mouths desperate to receive any sort of substance.

  He’d replaced my dependence on R with my dependence on him.

  Kade’s teeth grazed at my left nipple, making me cry out. I pulled at the leather cuffs on my wrists, wanting so badly to tug at his hair so I could see the glint in his eyes. He looked up, as if reading by thoughts.

  “Please,” I uttered. Kade had been right again. What the fuck was I begging for? To reverse the events of the last minutes so I could rewrite them?

  “Hmm?” Kade sucked on the tender bud.

  “I can’t,” I mumbled, faltered when he sunk his teeth just as he pinched my tip. My entire body buckled, held down by the cuffs and his weight.

  He reared back up, whispered against my ear, “Don’t you fucking dare come without my permission, pup. Remember, your Master’s pleasure comes before yours.”

  Thank you, Kade, for reminding me my place.

  As if I needed another reminder he was dead-set on not just conquering my body. I knew what he wanted, so I gave it to him.

  “Please fuck me, Master.”

  “Very good, pup.”

  Remembering how delight lit his face like a kid on Christmas day when he found out Marco hadn’t used me there, I swallowed. Trembles of a different sort ran up and down my body. I twisted in panic, the urge to flee stronger than ever.

  “Hush. There’s nothing to fear.” Kade ran his hand down my chest, ribs, my belly, stroking me like beloved pet. “You know the drill, Chase. It all comes to choice. This is going to happen whether you like it or not, I promise you that. You can either make this hard, or make this easy. So what will it be?”

  Choices? Choice is an illusion, I wanted to spit back at him, but I only bit down on my lower lip. I can make it easy, or make it hard. He gave me plain and brutal honesty. Kade deserved nothing less from me. I dropped my gaze.

  “I don’t want to hurt anymore.”

  “I won’t hurt you, Chase, unless you make me. I keep my promises. I’m not like Marco or his brutes.”

  “Okay,” I said, not trusting myself, certainly not trusting him.

  That’s an outright lie. You’ve already trusted him this far and given him a part of yourself you can never take back.

  “I’m pleased you’re giving me this gift of your free will, pup,” Kade said, kissing my cheek.

  The twisted part of me spoke up, the part Kade managed to bend. Even if choice had been an illusion, Kade still bothered to ask, didn’t he? He asked when most men I’ve known only took without permission. Didn’t Marco always remind me, holes only had one purpose? Better Kade than someone else.

  Kade rolled off me, and I wearily watched him take out a packet of condoms and lube from the drawer. He freed my ankles from the cuffs, but kept my hands restrained. At least he didn’t plan on taking me on fours like a dog. From this angle, I could still look at him and watch the expressions on his face.

  He took out the plug, still greased and wet with lube. After wearing the dratted tool for so long, I felt strangely empty without it. Kade sheathed his cock with a condom and applied more lube, over the puckered hole and his fingers, sliding one, then a second in, stretching and testing me for his access. His thick digits were cool inside me. The sensation felt odd but not unpleasant.

  “Look at me, Chase,” he said, voice firm. No patience for disobedience. He wasn’t going to change his mind, I realized, silencing the panicking voices inside me. “You’re going to feel a little burn at first, but I promise it’s going to be good after,” he reassured me, lifting my legs to his shoulders.

  He massaged my ankles, his gaze resting on my face, not my shaft, even though I had been splayed open in front of him like an offering. Uncontrolled desire might move him, but also calm possession. The surety of a man who knew no one else was going to mark his territory. In his own way, he believed he had to claim me because if he didn’t, someone else would.

  “Okay,” I whispered, forcing myself to speak the words he wanted to hear. “I trust you.”

  He flinched, hardly a second’s worth of hesitation, but it had been enough. Did he really say those words to soothe me into compliance? Or was he trying hard to convince himself?

  I realized, with a cringe, the raw and hungry part of me that longed for his acceptance and dominance, also craved his reassurance. I hadn’t been terrified of the act itself, but the finality. After losing this last piece, I’d become truly his.

  He filled me, completely, keeping himself there. His cock glowed inside me like a brand, penetrating my deepest and secret places, telling me they no longer belonged to me. I groaned, twisting my hips, wanting him to move. A futile gesture.

  “You feel me inside you, pup?” He growled against my ear, nibbling against the tender side of my neck. Kade bit down hard, marking me, as if he still hadn’t convinced himself I was his.

  “Yes,” I breathed, whimpering when he reached down for my cock. “I’m yours, Kade.”

  Shit. I said his name. He didn’t seem to hear or care.

  He nudged his tip several inches in, waiting for me to adjust to the burn, to finish gritting my teeth before pushing past the protesting ring of muscles, seeking my most intimate and secret places. I gasped when the ache disappeared, looking up to see the crooked smile on Kade’s lips.

  “Are you ready for me to move, pup?”

  Looking at his handsome profile, I realized his role of Master, tormentor, and cap
tor hadn’t changed, but mine did. I was no longer an unwilling victim, a drug-addled rent boy who let anyone have their way just to receive the kiss of the needle against my skin. Under his care and tender mercies, I felt more aware and alive than I’d ever been.

  He didn’t demand my compliance. This hadn’t been a test of obedience. No judgment or triumph awaited behind his dark eyes, just endless patience while he let me feel his prick growing steel-hard inside me.

  “Yes.”

  One word powerful enough to destroy the barrier between non-consensual victim and willing participant, enough to strip me bare. New awareness seeped inside me. Kade’s grip gained a surety and confidence I never noticed before, and his eyes held a new and heavy glint. He plunged deeper and deeper inside me, each time breaching a wall, sending tingles right into my core.

  Kade moved, panting, breathing as hard as I did, driving out of me only to slide inside me again. Each deep and lingering stroke seemed to draw something out of him, like it did to me. He growled, snarled, growing excited by every little sound his steel-hard shaft pulled out of me.

  Every inch of my skin tingled. He bit into my left shoulder, sending bolts of pleasure right down to my thickening cock.

  Even as I lay bound and completely helpless under his mercy, he gripped me hard. Latched and held onto me so tightly as if he was terrified I’d somehow just disappear. Rough enough to leave bruises, but I didn’t mind wearing his bruises like some badge of honor because it meant his protection, sealed the fact no one else could touch me.

  Before I could pursue that disturbing line of thought, Kade changed the angle of thrusts and hit my sweet spot. Jerking in my bonds, against the slick-sweat hardness of his weight, I cried out hoarsely. My senses reeled. The room fell away from my vision when he slammed into me, over and over again.

  The pressure inside me nearly burst to the seams, but a little voice inside me reminded me his pleasure came first. Always. That pissed me off for some reason. Some bit of clarity returned to me, and the tiniest bit of control. Clenching the muscles of my ass, I milked him, coaxing his orgasm out.