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 Ah, my pretty one. I do like to make you whimper.
Killian s voice had gone husky with need, with desire. Seeking more whimpering, he finger-fucked him for a moment, just to hear it from his lips Colton knew it, and after one final deep
thrust, he slid them out. His wicked hands were stilled for a moment as he unlaced his pants. There was a whisper of material moving, but no zipper. A very hot and pulsing length of hard flesh
slid into the cleft, and Colton whimpered anew. A leather-clad thigh pressed against one of his, pushing it forward as far as it would go within its short length of steel linkage.
Having given up the whip to the floor, Killian had two hands free and he used them with cold-blooded calculation, stroking Colton s yearning cock with one and steering the head of his own
yearning cock with the other, nudging it into Colton s entrance, but not pushing it all the way in. The teasing drove Colton mad. He had nothing to hang on to.
Chained, he writhed, unable to escape. Metal clanked as wrists and ankles jerked in their confinement. Pleasure was a pulsing, living thing inside him. Killian demanded he beg for it, and
beg he would.  Killian, please, came out in one long sigh of need.  Don t torture me anymore. Please! I beg you.
 I m torturing you? rasped the voice, thick with its own need.
 You know you are! You want to fuck me and I want you to you know it. Please! Give yourself to me.
Ah, Killian. When he got around to giving, he gave it all. Inch by inch. The first intrusion of the ripe purple head stretched him, the slow progression of more length thrilled him and the
careful, patient thrusting until he could take him all amazed him. Then Killian Frost took full payment for services rendered.
Pumping hips drove him deep. Colton s chest smacked the hard wall, and his cheek followed. Killian hauled him off the wall by the hips and held him as he plunged into him over and over,
his breath hot and panting against his burning back. Each stroke of smooth, slick cock pressed groin and thighs against welted and striped buttock. Pain mingled with pleasure. As much as he
owed Killian in payment, the dark wolf did not hurt him excessively, did not pound into him ruthlessly seeking his own pleasure at the expense of Colton s. The man s self-control was
astounding.
 You make me want to come, pretty one, he said, his voice gone deep.
By the tone, Colton knew Killian s eyes had turned red. A fire had kindled. Hunting eyes.
 Give me your climax, Colton. Come for me.
Red eyes, red ribbon. Justice meted out. A few strokes of a tight fist and he obeyed his master. His body shuddered with his release. And Killian followed.
Instead of crushing him this time, Killian was squashing him into the wood, the grain imprinting on the skin of his cheek. Only the shackles and chains held them both up. All the muscles,
tendons and ligaments in Colton s arms were screaming. All his welts and stripes and bruises were protesting loudly. Lower down, his well-used and abused body sought mercy. Killian was
very big and still inside him.  Get off, he begged.
 Shhh&  he whispered.  I m quite comfortable.
Colton couldn t move. Could only acquiesce and whimper.
 Quit whining. You should be worshipping at my feet, not complaining.
 Release me and I will, he breathed.
 Ha! You ll just fall there, it won t be worship.
 It ll still be at your feet.
 Just a minute.
A minute was far too long.  Killian? Please. I hurt.
Evil werewolf laughed.  I hope so. And he pushed himself off and reclaimed his own body part for himself.
When Killian did release him, taking his sweet time, Colton did fall at his feet, only it was more like crumpled at his feet, his torturer helping him there. Only sometimes, Killian s helps
were& painful.
 You weigh far too much for me to carry you to bed when you re all dead weight.
 Leave me here.
 Oh? You like my attic room, do you?
His sweaty, blond head came off the floor.  No.
 Come, then, Blondie. Before I decide to welt up the front. Although I might have to chain you up by the neck, hmm? Are your arms sore?
 You re a mean son of a bitch, Killian Frost. Mean!
 I am not, he argued, offended.  I am generous.
Groaning on the carpet, Colton had to agree.  You were very generous, yes. There s a lot of you. You shared most generously.
 See?
Killian smiled down at him, looking much like a dreaded pirate in his boots, unlaced leather pants and white shirt. He d dressed for the occasion. The man took the punishing business
seriously and had the clothes to back him up. His beautiful black hair was hanging loose and was appealingly messy. The shirt was damp and rumpled might have had to exert himself, poor
man.
 Would you like more, Colton? he asked. And he was serious.
 No, Killian.
Leather creaked as he crouched down and fingered a strand of sweaty hair.  You do tempt me, pretty one, he said softly.  It s a dangerous thing, this temptation.
Killian looked suddenly serious, eyes full of some knowledge Colton didn t quite understand, a dark and mysterious knowledge. It hurt his shoulders to look up and gaze into those
fathomless dark eyes.
 You thrill me&  Killian confessed.  You deserved your punishment and yet I feel the handle of the whip call to me even now, when I know you ve had enough. I ve never had one such as
you chained to my wall before, one who could take so much more than I have ever given out. I liked it very much.
With a grunt, Colton acknowledged the truth of it. Those red eyes looking upon his exposed back had been a thing he d felt, a touch as physical as a caress.
 There is a line I have never crossed, do not want to cross I have worked very hard to never get close to that sharp edge and then you& well, you tempt me. Something lives in my blood. It
wants. Once in a while, I let some of it have its way and it s all good. No one who comes up here with me comes without begging first that s the price I must demand to control it.
The knowledge was very disturbing, even to Killian, who closed his eyes against the self-truth. There was more to be said and Colton stilled his pained breaths to hear it.
 You are like a gift, my pretty one you and your shifter blood and tolerance for incredible pain and suffering. No human could ever dream of coming close to it and no werewolf could, either
 despite the regeneration properties of transformation. You& ? I could beat you and beat you. Could use something long and cruel, a real whip, a cat o nine tails! Through your flesh to the
bone. Always yearning to find that elusive white-hot lava of which you speak I know it s there now and part of me a part I don t like very much desires it badly. With you, I could let it all out at
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