Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

finished, love. Hardly that." He stroked his thumbs down either side of the dark crevice. This time Sinn shuddered. Pain and pleasure so seamlessly blended.
    He released Sinn's ass, then reached beneath to surround his laced cock. Oh, yes, engorged, and hot, the laces biting into his flesh. He fingered his testicles. Heavy and bursting. When he finally did let him come, for Sinn the sensation would resemble fireworks going off on the 4th of July. He would feel it through his whole body. But not just yet.
    "Oh, Christ!"
    Will released him. He pivoted around and headed back to the cupboard.
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    Sinn tried to hold on. The whipping - he thought it would be different. More like when his stepfather used his belt on him; or when the producer and his friends went after him in sport. But that wasn't what this was like. Each time the crop connected, arrows of that burn soared through him, spearing right into his heart. Will took his time and obviously was expert in a way Sinn would never have thought. The contact wasn't quick, one after the other. This was a connoisseur's savoring of a glass of expensive wine. After each hit, Will waited, as though he knew and wanted Sinn to absorb the very specific sensation zinging through his body.
    He never connected in the same place, so the pain that went through Sinn's body seemed to strike at a range of nerve endings, flooding him with a bloom of sensations. A rose with a stem of thorns–the scent fragrant and pleasing, the thorn a sharp contrast, the beauty of a rosebud opening fully and releasing its fragrance. Such is how Sinn started to feel. The scent of the room, the cold air, the heat in his ass, rising through him. His strapped cock bursting, his balls heavy, sweat dripping from his brow. He gripped the handholds tighter though his hands were slippery wet. His forearms bulged, his arms hurt, his thigh muscles quivered. But he would not give in.
    As the crop was laid across his ass once more he blinked beneath the mask, then blinked again. Something inside him was breaking, something he always feared to release. No! He would not bend, he would not break. The crop struck again. This time connecting with the other cheek. He sucked in air, released it slowly on a shuddering breath.
    Then there was a pause. He jumped when Will's gloved hands settled upon his burning ass. He bit his lower lip, tasted blood. Bit down again as Will eased his ass cheeks apart. Was he going to fuck him now? Finally? The burn of the whipping pulsed through him, arousing him. Every nerve ending seemed exposed, the lightest touch sending him soaring.
    He dropped his head forward, focused on not begging. There was no thought in his mind of using the safe word to stop what was happening. No, he wanted more. He needed more.
    And then Will's hand surrounded his throbbing cock. Fuck he wanted to come. He couldn't stand much more. This man was a devil, torturing him with pleasure. No, that wasn't the right word. There was so much more to it than simple pleasure. That was a surface word. It didn't go deep like a slender stiletto burrowing purposely into his heart–piercing his soul, bleeding him out with exquisitely slow purpose. He throbbed–not just his ass, but his whole body. Every inch of him had become the sexual orifice, every cell quivering for more.
    He jumped when the line of lube ran down his crack. Yes, more. Will's hand thwacked across his ass cheek. Yes, that. More of that.
    "Do it again," he finally managed to beg. "Again."
    He hit him on the other cheek. Still not enough. "Again." Even to his ears it came out more as a demand. The hairline crack in his self-control was ignored. He felt it, knew what it portended, but he couldn't stop now.
    "Not enough!"
    Will's hand came down again and again and again. Igniting the crop, whipping. Firing him. Smoke rising into the air as kindling catches and flares. The acrid scent filling, rising inside his mind as he envisioned his body bursting into flame. His nostrils flared. He felt it–was right there, right at the precipice. But he still needed...more.
    His ass felt raw, flaming, throbbing.
    "Will! Break me!" he screamed. "Break me apart!" He had to have it. He had to reach that spot. He had to shatter. "Ahhh!"
    Ass throbbing, he stopped breathing when Will's two fingers entered his tight orifice. Slow, so slow he penetrated. A dip, a retreat. Dipping deeper, full retreat. Heat swirled across his flaring puckered anus, now so sensitized, Sinn wasn't