Chapter 5

Chapter Five

A shiver rolled down Matthew's spine as Master Del winked before rounding the cross and stopping behind him. The blindfold went on first, followed by the gag in his mouth, which was strapped in place behind his head. It wasn't the first time he'd been gagged, but it wasn't on his list of fun things to do during a scene. What bothered him the most was the fact that he always ended up slobbering all over the place, like a Mastiff or a St. Bernard.

The noise-canceling headphones went on last. For all intents and purposes, Matthew was blind, mute, and deaf. If there were a loud noise, like the cane hitting his flesh, he'd hear it, but other than that, his entire world would be focused on the forthcoming pain—just as Master Del had said and what Matthew wanted.

He'd been shocked as all hell when Kristen announced that Master Del was his Secret Santa. The sneaky Dom had pulled one over on him, not that Matthew would complain about it.

As far as he knew, Master Del hadn't played with anyone since coming to the club as a full member last week. Surely, if one of the male submissives had scened with the hot new Dom, they wouldn't have kept it a secret. "Don't kiss and tell" was far from being a mantra among The Covenant's subs. Being open about one's sexual experiences and kinks was part of the lifestyle. If Del had played with someone at the club, Matthew would have heard about it by now.

Had he been so interested in me that he waited for an opportunity to play with me first? Goddess, I hope so.

Just the thought of any other male sub sceneing with the Dom made Matthew's inner green-eyed monster roar in envy—which was never a good look on him. For some reason, he felt a connection to Master Del that he never experienced before with anyone else—Dominant or not. He was probably imagining things. Love at first sight happened in the steamy novels Kristen wrote under her maiden name but not in real life. At least, he didn't think it did.

Master Del lined the front of his body up with Matthew's naked back, sending goosebumps dancing across his flesh. Sensual warmth enveloped him. At some point, the Dom removed the vest he'd worn but still had on the leather pants. Matthew wished he could get an eyeful of all that luscious skin, but he'd have to wait until later.

The left headphone was pulled away from his ear, and Master Del's lips brushed against his lobe. "Wiggle your fingers and toes for me, pup."

The bells jingled a little as he did as ordered, and then his ear was covered again. All he could hear was his own breathing and heartbeat. Large masculine hands squeezed his ass cheeks, making his hard-on pulse between his legs. He had the sudden urge to thrust his hips forward but didn't want to risk whatever punishment that might bring.

The hands disappeared, and then cool liquid dripped into his crack. A thick, calloused finger spread the lubricant over his puckered hole before demanding entry. Matthew relaxed his muscles the best he could, giving the Dom access to the dark depths of his body. Behind the blindfold, his eyes closed as he took pleasure in being prepped so expertly.

A second finger joined the first and then a third. Plunging. Withdrawing. Stroking. Stretching. The friction of skin against sensitive tissue, the burn firing up his nerves, and the sense of being filled to completion were incredible. The gag muffled Matthew's moan, but it was still loud in his own head. When Master Del pulled his fingers out, Matthew whimpered at the loss.

Not being able to use most of his senses, he was startled when the first hand slapped across his ass cheek, but then he settled in for the warm-up. Every smack was in a different spot, bringing his blood to the surface. A sharp sting followed each time the Dom's hand struck his flesh, but it wasn't enough to start easing him into subspace—not that he expected it to. That would hopefully come with the flogger, but he knew it wouldn't be until the cane left angry red welts on his ass and thighs that he would fall into a sea of bliss. The intense pain that would send most people screaming into the hills was what he needed—what he craved. He could come hard and without effort at that point. Physical stimulation of his cock wasn't necessary, but he had to hold off until Master Del was buried inside him and then he could finally find his release.

Matthew lost count of the number of hand spanks he received before they were replaced with the buttery-soft leather tongues of the flogger. However, soft didn't mean they didn't hurt. With his skin warmed up, his nerve endings were on full alert. He couldn't hear the slaps against his flesh, which heightened his awareness of the burn they brought. He could imagine the dark pink hue that covered his ass cheeks and the backs of his thighs. His cock was long and thick against his abdomen, his balls heavy below. Drool spilled from the corners of his mouth. His eyes watered, but not to the point they overflowed. However, they would soon.

The tendrils of subspace teased the edges of his mind, rising and falling with the rhythmic strikes of the flogger's knotted tails. It felt like he floated on a calm ocean, the waves gently lifting and dropping him as they glided beneath him. A thousand bees buzzed in his ears as every inch of his skin, from head to toe, tingled.

The Dom was good—he'd give him that. Matthew's endorphin-energized brain began to rush toward subspace faster than usual, and they hadn't even started with the cane yet.

The left headphone was lifted, surprising him since he didn't realize Master Del stopped hitting him with the flogger. The Dom's deep voice rumbled in his ear, "Color, pup. Ring one bell for green. Ring both for yellow. Drop them for red."

It took a herculean effort to move one set of fingers until he heard the jingle of the clapper against brass. He was stoned out of his mind—a high he doubted any drug could duplicate for him, not that he would try to find it outside the realm of the BDSM community. He'd seen a few EMTs, medics, cops, and firefighters tank their careers after falling victim to addiction. Two EMTs he'd known lost their lives to accidental overdoses. No, drugs weren't for him. But this . . . this pain-induced pleasure eased his stress, relaxing him, anchoring him.

The headphone was replaced, returning him to the silence only interrupted by the sounds of his own body. He sniffled, panted, slurped, and gulped—each action as loud as fireworks exploding in the summer sky. With every beat of his heart, he could hear the blood hurtling through his arteries and veins. His pulse thumped in his ears as his cock throbbed in time.

Matthew never heard the swish of the cane, and the slap was barely audible, but oh, how he felt it. It caught him off-guard, causing a grunt to burst from his chest. A white-hot line seared across the middle of his ass, the heat spreading like wildfire up his back and down his legs. The cane was held against his skin, letting his body absorb the sting accompanying the implement. It took a few seconds for the gratifying pain to follow, and Matthew savored it as it took hold and cocooned him.

The next strike landed on his sit-spot, right below his ass. His scream was muffled but undoubtedly loud enough to be heard over the room's intercom by whoever observed the scene in the hallway. Involuntarily, he rolled up onto the balls of his feet but immediately brought his heels back down again. The tears he'd held back until then now flowed in rivulets down his cheeks. His jaw ached from trying to clench down, which the gag prevented him from doing.

Master Del expertly established a rhythm of his own making that soon had Matthew plummeting down a euphoric rabbit hole. The cane bounced off his ass or upper thighs after some of the strokes, while others lingered against his burning flesh. There was no pattern he could discern which was his preference. He liked being kept on edge, not knowing the strength behind the next strike or where it would land.

His tears soaked the blindfold while snot dripped from his upper lip. Saliva rolled off his chin, splashing onto his chest. His cock wept with the need to come as his ass and thighs burned bright. His throat was sore from his stifled screams. He didn't care about any of that because the need for the cathartic release he chased trumped everything.

He clutched the bells tightly in his hands, desperately not wanting them to drop, causing the scene to end far too soon.

Again, he didn't realize Master Del had stopped until the headphones were removed, this time, completely. "You take the cane beautifully, pup. What's your color? One bell for green, two for yellow, drop them for red."

It took all Matthew's concentration to ring the bell in his right hand. A hiss escaped around the curves of the ball gag as the Dom caressed the abused flesh of Matthew's ass. "Mmm. I love seeing my welts on your skin. Can you handle a few more before I fuck you senseless?"

If Matthew could speak, he would've said he was already senseless, but since that wasn't an option, he wiggled his fingers on one hand, letting the bell answer for him.

"Perfect."

The headphones remained off, and Master Del also removed the ball gag, but the blindfold stayed in place. Matthew sensed, more than heard, the Dom step away from him. "Three more. I want you to count the first two out loud for me."

When he tried to respond verbally, it took a moment to get his mouth, tongue, and throat working again. His voice was raspy when he finally croaked, "Yes, Captain Del."

"Good boy."

Despite losing the headphones, he still didn't hear the swish of the cane before it hit just below his sit-spot. His yelp was followed by, "One, Sir!"

Adrenaline resulting from the pleasure/pain flooded his body. If anything touched his cock right then, he'd go off like a rocket.

Thwack!

That one landed on his upper ass, spiraling him further into subspace. "Yes! Two, Sir!" His mind registered the words he didn't realize he'd spoken.

"Last one, pup. Scream for me. Let them hear you upstairs in the bar."

Thwack!

Just below mid-center, the cane scorched his ass cheeks. A high-pitched screech ripped from his chest. His tortured flesh was consumed by lava, heating the blood rushing to his dick. He couldn't focus on anything else but the need to come.

Matthew cried out again when Master Del's naked body pressed against his. He had no idea when the man had stripped out of his leathers and boots, but he didn't care. "Please, Sir. Please, Captain Del. I need…"

"I know what you need, Matthew, and I'm going to give it to you."

His flaming cheeks were separated, and two fingers coated more lube over his hole. Matthew gasped for air and pleaded for relief. The digits were replaced by the tip of the Dom's condom-covered cock. Matthew's body greedily sucked the other man in. It took two or three thrusts before Master Del bottomed out, his hot skin and the hairs covering his lower abdomen, groin, and thighs abrading the welts he'd left on Matthew. The contact was a welcome torture to the masochist.

Master Del growled in his ear. "Fuck, baby. So tight. You got me so worked up, I won't last long."

"M-me either, Sir. Please."

"Come whenever you need to."

The Dom retreated and thrust forward—hard. Again. And again, rubbing against Matthew's prostate. Each plunge brought him closer to the edge until his orgasm hit him with the strength of a tsunami. The wave catapulted him into the star-filled galaxy surrounding them, spinning weightlessly through space. His mind went completely blank as streams of cum painted his abdomen. Behind him, Master Del stiffened and roared his own release.

Matthew's legs gave out—the only things still holding him up were the restraints and being sandwiched between Master Del's delicious form and the leather-covered padded cross. He sucked in lungfuls of air, trying to sate his body's need to replenish the oxygen it was suddenly lacking. The Dom's heavy gasps near Matthew's ear said he was trying to recover from the intense experience as well.

Time seemed to speed up and slow down simultaneously—like they were in some wormhole in the space-time continuum. Matthew wasn't sure how many seconds, minutes, or even hours passed before Master Del pulled out, took the bells away, and began releasing the restraints. The strap across Matthew's waist was the last to go, and before he could step away from the cross, Master Del swept him up in his arms and carried him across the room to the large bed. Setting him on his feet again, Master Del instructed, "Lay on your stomach, pup."

He didn't have to be told twice. The Dom helped Matthew ease onto the clean sheets and get into position. Through slits in his eyes, the sub watched Master Del close the curtains to give them privacy before grabbing and pulling on his leather pants, leaving the fly undone. He retrieved a tube of arnica gel from his toy bag and returned to the bed, taking a seat beside Matthew's thighs. "How're you feeling?"

He hissed when the first drop of cool gel landed on his right butt cheek. "Phenomenal—that was incredible. Thank you." His words were slurred as sleep tried its best to pull him under.

"You're very welcome. Rest now while I take care of you. We'll talk more later."

"Yes, Sir."