Chapter 225: Punishment for the sake of love (m)
Kellen had kind of hoped that Rhys would have gone off the deep end and maybe, kind of forgotten about the rules that they had put into place to keep him safe.
He was a fool for thinking that, especially when it came to Kellen’s safety, but that didn’t mean that he hadn’t snapped anyways.
Rhys had clearly felt a little ridiculous that he had cried in front of Kellen. That part was clear, and it the most Esper way he could manage, he was planning to ’make it up’ to Kellen. What did that mean?
Well, the discussion of Kellen putting himself inside of Rhys wasn’t off the table, but it was shelved since Rhys wanted to prove to Kellen that he still had it after cumming twice. Kellen told Rhys that he didn’t mind. He liked it, but Rhys knew that Kellen hadn’t cum more than him. That was a crime.
It was also a lesson that Rhys wanted to imprint in Kellen’s mind. Whoever was on bottom HAD to cum more then whoever topped. Those were the rules. Kellen wasn’t sure that was reasonable since Rhys could cum like a damn fountain when compared to Kellen. He had cum like a fountain when compared to Kellen in the past.
In fact, from that fact alone, Rhys would make a lovely bottom.
Rhys had turned a shade of red that Kellen wasn’t sure he knew the word for, but it was pretty, and then Kellen knew he was well and truly in trouble. Something had shifted in Rhys’ loving, gentle gaze and Kellen realised that he’d challenged him. An S Esper. He’d flipped a switch inside his loving, wonderful fiancé that had turned him into a damn beast and now Kellen was going to ’suffer’ for it.
What was the suffering, exactly? Well, it meant that when Rhys sat up from Kellen’s loving, caring embrace, his hand grabbed the chain connecting the nipple clamps and he tugged. Kellen practically came up off of the bed, his back arching as Rhys tugged. Rhys licked his lips as he watched the helpless, turned on expression of Kellen’s face.
"You like it that much, hmm? Look at you, your cock is leaking. What a bad boy." Rhys told him and Kellen shivered. Something had snapped inside of Rhys and he knew the gentle way that Rhys had been treating him was over. Kellen didn’t...hate that idea.
"It’s not." Kellen countered, and watched as Rhys’ nostrils flared. Kellen didn’t mind doing this if it distracted Rhys from his own embarrassment. Kellen didn’t see the need to be embarrassed, but Rhys was. So, Kellen continued to poke the bear.
Where did that get him?
Kellen could barely breathe as Rhys bent him over on the bed, his arm still bound, his leg muscles aching as Rhys pressed him face down into the sheets. He slammed his cock into from behind, his hand on the back of Kellen’s head as he pressed him into the sheets. It was intentional, it was restrictive, and Kellen tried desperately not to cum.
The man was on a damn mission. He was trying to find out everything that he could about his future husband. Rhys’ teeth marks covered Kellen’s shoulders, and Kellen’s nipples ached.
Rhys kept tugging on the chain, forcing Kellen to feel everything completely with his body. Rhys was making it his job to know how much pain Kellen could handle, how much he enjoyed. The worst part? Kellen was surprised by how much he was able to take, handle, and how much he wanted more.
He didn’t know if it was because Rhys was doing it or if it was because he actually liked it, but at this point, he might never know the difference. It felt like his nipples would never go back to normal. The deep, pulsing throb that accompanied his nipples rubbing against the sheets of the bed was enough to make Kellen’ hips tilt back towards Rhys.
The sound of Rhys’ open palm making contact with Kellen’s ass echoed through the air and Kellen groaned into the sheet. It was wet with his drool, his eyes rolling back into his skull. He was able to pull just enough oxygen into his lungs to keep him alive, but barely. The feeling was new, dangerous, and felt too damn good in combination with Rhys thrusting his cock in and out of his ass.
"You like that, Kellen? You dirty boy. You like it when I treat you a little rougher. Look at you, tightening around my cock each time I smack your ass. God, you’re gorgeous with my handprint on your ass. So pretty and red, and look at all that cum down your back. Do you feel it? Running down your spine and pooling in the grooves there? My sexy, handsome little sex toy." Kellen shivered. When Rhys was like this, he was like another person.
Kellen didn’t hate it, he loved all aspects of Rhys, but when he was turned on like this? Kellen felt his whole body turn to mush just so that Rhys could play with him as he wanted. Kellen could barely recall their conversation of Kellen topping Rhys, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t in the back of his mind.
Kellen hoped that he was able to make Rhys feel the same way that Rhys made Kellen feel. Safe, protected, like his wishes would be respected and that he could trust his partner with his body and know, with certainty, that Kellen would never do anything that Rhys wouldn’t like. That was the kind of relationship he wanted to have with Rhys, since Kellen already felt that way about the man.
Kellen let out a cry, muffled by the sheets as Rhys thrust his cock in deeper, harder, Kellen’s skin feeling bruised from the repetitive motion of Rhys’ hips slamming against his ass. He was sure he was going to have a huge bruise and the muscles around his ass were feeling rather used as well. Kellen wasn’t even sure how he was able to tighten them more around the other man’s cock. He felt like he was probably a gaping hole meant just for Rhys’ cock.
Rhys suddenly flipped Kellen, his hand on the back of Kellen’s throat supporting him as he turned him on his side. Kellen’s tied up leg was in the air, his other leg tossed down and under Rhys’ legs. Kellen coughed as he was suddenly given free access to all the oxygen he could want, but it wasn’t for long.
Rhys met Kellen’s gaze, a silent question there as Rhys reached for Kellen’s throat. Kellen nodded and felt the man’s hand close around it tightly. Not enough to harm, but enough to restrict as Rhys got into position again. Rhys pressed his tied up leg against his chest, spreading Kellen’s thighs wide, his hips aching as he did so. Rhys didn’t care. He had his right hand around Kellen’s throat, his left arm wrapped around Kellen’s tied leg for support before he reached for the chain.
Kellen moaned as Rhys slipped inside of him, the bumps from this condom driving Kellen insane as Rhys fucked him. He felt like a dog on a leash as Rhys choked him, tugging on the nipple clamps. Kellen’s cock was at his mercy, spurting cum weakly. He wasn’t even sure how much he’d cum at this point.
Kellen wasn’t even sure normal sex would do it for him after this. His ass stung, his shoulders were throbbing from the deep, marking bites of Rhys’ attention, his nipples swollen painfully and his eyes continued to roll back into his head with each thrust.
"My pretty Guide. My pretty Kellen. Look at you, marked by me, made for me. You’re mine. Mine." Rhys growled, possessive as all hell. That had worried Kellen when they had first met, but now? Now Kellen felt his stomach clench, his lips letting out a whimper as he felt another orgasm rock his body. He loved it. Adored it.
Wanted Rhys to express it more.
Rhys growled, tugging harder, his grip tightening more as his hips moved, jerked, and he let out a low growl of Kellen’s name as he came. He pulled out quickly, yanking the condom off to cover Kellen in cum. That was Kellen’s request, what Kellen wanted, as Rhys let up on Kellen’s throat to do so. He panted heavily, Kellen coughing and wheezing as he was allowed to breathe properly again.
Rhys didn’t let go of his chain, his golden gaze sharp, animalistic as he stared at the other man. Kellen trembled, his body used, spent, his thighs shaking. He was marked up, his skin rubbing from the rope and sweat, but he didn’t mind. He loved the ache he was experiencing, couldn’t get enough. Kellen licked his lips, smiling as he met Rhys wild gaze.
"Is it time for your training?" Kellen asked weakly, and watched as Rhys’ eyes widened. He’d been staring at Kellen like he’d completed a job well done, like he was satisfied. Kellen watched as that satisfaction faded and was replaced with complete, total desire.
Kellen felt his body twitch, coming to life.
"You...aren’t exhausted?" Rhys asked, glancing at the clock. Kellen had no idea what time it was, and he didn’t care. Not when it came to Rhys.
"Do you think that matters? I’m not doing anything dangerous. Don’t you remember what my first training was?" Kellen asked, not forgetting it for a second. Rhys blinked.
"Uh..." He trailed off and Kellen smirked.
"Kissing, touches, and a little penetration. Nothing serious, just cautious. I can do that in this state. I want to. Don’t you want to have our cum mix together while we kiss and tease each other?" Kellen asked and watched Rhys’ expression soften.
"Do you want me to untie you?" He asked and Kellen nodded.
"I need my good hand to do that, so yeah." Kellen smirked as Rhys flushed.
"Right." Rhys mumbled, but Kellen could tell he wasn’t afraid, or even upset. He was just hesitant, and Kellen knew exactly how to alleviate that. Kissing helped Kellen, so he was sure it would help Rhys too. He liked kissing him, so he was sure that it would help.
"Kiss me?" Kellen asked and Rhys didn’t even blink. He moved, answering Kellen’s demand easily.
"Always." He whispered as their lips came together. It was soft, coaxing, and so delicious that Kellen found himself sighing into the kiss. He winced when Rhys came down on top of him, his nipples rubbing against Rhys’ and Rhys pulled back immediately.
"Are you okay?" Rhys asked, worried, and Kellen chuckled. Rhys’ ruffled hair, his swollen lips, and his flushed cheeks were a work of art. Kellen could stare at him like this all day. He was so handsome and Kellen just wanted to ruffle him over and over.
"I’m fine. Get back down here." Kellen ordered and Rhys grinned.
"Glad to see that even after I flipped you around and spanked you, you’re still demanding." Rhys murmured against Kellen’s lips. Kellen laughed into the kiss.
"Did you want me to not be?" He asked and Rhys growled.
"No. Never. Tell me what you want, always." Rhys told him seriously. "Though, I won’t lie and say I didn’t like you absolutely quivering as I choked you. Were you okay with that? I did that without warning you ahead of time." Rhys sounded very worried while Kellen just stared at him.
"Are you blind? Did you not see how much I came?" Kellen asked. Rhys blushed.
"I still feel bad for not warning you."
"You asked before you put your actual hand on me. I liked it. Do it more. I like being owned by you." Rhys’ eyes flashed dangerously at Kellen’s use of words. His nostrils flared again as he tried to control his emotions. His eyes were so bright Kellen had to drop his gaze. Rhys bent, pressing his head against Kellen’s shoulder.
"You know exactly what to say to drive me absolutely insane. Fuck. We better get started with your plans before I’m ready for round two." Rhys muttered. Kellen laughed as Rhys rose up and kissed him on the lips, then his cheeks and nose and forehead. The man was peppering him in teasing, light kisses as his hands moved up to untie his hand.
He adored the man who after what they had just gone through together was covering him in affectionate, loving kisses. He could feel it through his every action, and damnit, Kellen was so glad that he had him in his life. Otherwise, he would never know what he was missing.
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