16. Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

Rowan washed up a little, brushed his teeth, and then changed into the clothes Sig had bought for him the last time they were there.

He’d thought the clothes would bring back bad memories, but all he thought of when he looked at them was that his man had come to his rescue. His man had defended his honor.

He put on the leather shorts with the zipper, he got on the harness, and he checked himself in the mirror a few times. “A little thinner, still okay looking. Ready to be ravaged.”

The candles were still lit, the windows covered, and he went to the fridge and brought out the champagne he’d been chilling.

After popping the cork, Rowan poured two coffee cups full of the bubbly, cursing himself that he’d forgotten champagne flutes.

When Sig came back, he knocked. Rowan ran to the door, opening it happily. “Why did you knock?”

“I’m polite!”

“Oh, hush and get in here.”

It was like they’d never been apart. Rowan felt so comfortable and yet excited with Sig. They kissed, but Rowan noticed his hands were behind his back. “What do you have?”

Sig brought a bouquet of carved roses around and Rowan took a step back. “Sig…”

“I told you I would.”

“Already?” Rowan then went from amazed to ticked off. “How the hell did you do that? I tried and tried and ended up carving those ridiculous roses on the wood!”

“Those were roses?”

Rowan smacked him playfully. “Ass! Yes…they were supposed to be,” he said as he handed Sig a cup of the champagne before he took the roses.

“What’s this?”

“Champagne to celebrate our reunion.”

Sig grabbed both cups and took them to the kitchen. “Maybe later,” he growled, then turned to him, moving his eyes from Rowan’s face down to his crotch and back. “I have some things to make up for.”

Rowan almost dropped the wooden roses, so he set them on the coffee table and stood, quivering in excitement. “I wasn’t thinking.”

“You won’t be able to in a minute. Blow out the candles and get in the fucking bedroom.”

As Sig disappeared into the bedroom, Rowan stood shocked for a moment before he ran around, blowing out the candles.

He stepped into the bedroom, smiling when he was done. Sig lay on the bed, still dressed. “Hi.”

“Don’t hi me, boy. Get over here and make it up to me.”

Rowan was confused. “Make what up?”

“Letting me think it was over. You about broke my heart for good.”

Rowan moved onto the bed, crawling up to him as he felt the guilt washing over him. “Sig…I wasn’t thinking. I shouldn’t have done that to you. I was really busy, but…it was getting my stuff moved and renting the house and…planning to move to New Mexico.”

“You haven’t even seen my place yet!”

Rowan lay next to him, his head on Sig’s chest. “I have seen it. You described every bit of it. I’ve seen it through your eyes. I already love it. And even if I didn’t, I love you. The longer we were apart, the more it hurt.”

“The opposite of how I thought you were feeling. I figured the whole thing was wearing off and leaving you glad you had the experience but over it.”

Rowan had thought Sig would feel the same, but the roses quickly dispelled that theory. “Me too. You know, you stopped calling and texting as much too.”

“Because you did.”

Rowan heard the humor in his gravely voice. “Well, then, I guess I deserve a solid punishment.”

He moved off the bed and knelt on the floor to pull out a suitcase from under the bed. Sig sat up and tried to see, but there was no need. Rowan stood, sat the suitcase on the bed, and smiled. “I brought some things I thought you might need.”

“Oh?”

“I have to pee. Come, check it out, and pick what you might want to use. I know my safeword.”

“What is it?”

“Jingle bells.”

Sig laughed. “You’re still as cute as ever. Okay, let me see what you have there.”

Sig got up and moved to the suitcase while Rowan ran to take a piss, then hurried back and jumped on the bed to watch with a huge smile that again cramped his cheeks. He hadn’t smiled so much since he’d last been with Sig. If there was any other proof that Sig was his guy, he didn’t need it.

After opening the suitcase, Sig’s smile grew too. He even laughed a little. “You’re fucking funny, babe.”

“Funny?”

“Okay, sorry. I meant horribly kinky.”

Rowan had bought all kinds of things for the trip. He didn’t want to buy it at the ranch, and he really didn’t know why. Maybe he just wanted everything to be just theirs.

“Rope, huh?”

“You’re a cowboy. Rope seemed…apropos.”

Rowan laughed as he used Sig’s word on him, and Sig smiled wickedly. “You’re in for it.”

“I figured. Did you see what else?”

Going through the suitcase more, he chuckled darkly. “A little all over the place, huh?”

“I had hoped we had a lifetime to use it all.”

“Flogger, chastity belt, cock cage, and a bullwhip?”

“Again, you’re a cowboy.”

Sig laughed heartily at that. “I’ve never used one in my life.”

“Oh. Then maybe skip that one.”

“Yeah, probably a good idea.”

There were silk scarves in the suitcase that he secretly hoped Sig would choose, but he hadn’t forgotten Sig’s roughness. He tossed them aside with the whip and grabbed the little leather bag that held the sounding rods.

“Is this what I think it is?”

Suddenly, Rowan couldn’t speak, so he nodded.

“Nice.”

Then he picked up one of the three dildos Rowan had purchased. The one he held up was the big one that looked like a man’s small but very real arm with the hand curled into a fist.

“Rowan, you naughty boy.”

“Naughty elf, Sigmund.”

“Right. My naughty elf. I think I know what I’m going to do to you.”

Of course, the two things he’d bought on a lark were the things Sig would likely use, but he perked when he saw Sig grabbing the blue scarf from the bunch of them. After tossing it to Rowan, Sig said, “Get that on your eyes, and make sure you can’t see.”

Rowan was shaking, but he felt excitement stirring in him he hadn’t felt since he’d been with Sig last. Those butterflies weren’t just flying around in his stomach, they were in a mosh pit.

Rolling the scarf, he heard Sig shut the suitcase.

After he tied it around his head and pulled it around so he couldn’t see more than a little light, Sig came around the bed to check it, and once Sig was satisfied, Rowan was pushed to the bed and held there with a big paw on his chest. “Stay still.”

Rowan lay on the bed while Sig walked away from him, and his anticipation grew until he felt almost sick. His stomach was in knots, his heart thrumming like he was running up one of the mountain trails.

Then he felt hands on him again, and the front of his harness was grabbed, pulling him up to sitting position, and his hands were moved behind his back.

The handcuffs he’d bought were set on his wrists and tightened enough to keep him in place without hurting. He was then helped to his knees on the bed, then the roped was being wrapped around his chest, under his arms, wrung around twice and then tied.

He thought that was the end of it, but it wasn’t. His shorts were unzipped and soon he felt rope being wound around his shaft and balls.

“Sigmund, what…?”

“Shut the fuck up. Did you already forget, don’t speak unless I tell you to.”

He had forgotten that. Clamping his lips together with his teeth, he shut right up and then whimpered involuntarily when the rope around his genitals tightened.

For that, Sig just snickered.

Somehow, the two ropes were pulled over Rowan’s head, and the bed sagged hard as he felt Sig climb on top of it, holding Rowan still.

The ropes tugged painfully, but he kept quiet, unwilling to piss Sig off while he was tied and vulnerable.

Hearing things was so much easier when he couldn’t see. Every tiny sound boomed in his ears: the movement of fabric before the bounce he felt when Sig got off the bed, hearing the bed move, hearing his boots on the wood floor—they were so loud.

Rowan found he could track Sig around the room, but it was much harder to concentrate with his balls and dick aching with the rope around them.

Sig began to whistle, a little tune Rowan didn’t recognize, but it effectively kept him from hearing the undertones of what was happening.

He heard Sig nearing him and somehow felt it, too, like the air shifted a bit. Then he felt the brush of a hand on his face, then a soft, easy touch before Sig moved in to kiss him.

“I love you so much, Rowan. I missed you like crazy. What I’m doing to you is to show you that. Love, pleasure, and pain, all the ways you’ve made me feel.”

Rowan didn’t cry, but he wanted to. That was exactly how he felt. He was kissed more, and Sig’s beard brushed his skin as his lips pressed roughly to Rowan’s mouth.

“Safeword if you need to. I won’t be upset. I won’t judge you unless you don’t use it when you need to.”

Rowan nodded his silent agreement, and Sig kissed him once more.

The swish he heard placed fear in his heart a millisecond before he felt the nasty sting on the backs of his thighs that made him cry out in one long wail. Another, another, five in quick repetition, then a callused hand moved over the burning flesh.

“Good boy,” Sigmund grunted. Then closer to Rowan’s ear, Sig whispered, “You’re a good, beautiful boy.”

More stinging smacks came to his back, and it was those that made Rowan realize Sig was using the riding crop. Of course, the horseman would like that implement, even though Rowan doubted he’d ever use one on an actual horse.

More to his thighs, another few to his back, the crop connecting to the leather of the harness a few times, lessening those blows.

Rowan was wetting the scarf with tears, and his screams had turned to hoarse moans. Sobbing at the last, Rowan was ready to call out his safeword when he heard the crop landing on the bed and felt the bed dipping.

Sig’s fingers were inside him before Rowan knew what was happening. Sig kissed the back of his neck and praised him, “You were so sweet to try to carve roses for me, to do this whole thing to surprise me. I’m about to thank you now after you took your punishment so well for making me think it was over.”

That was it. Rowan started to bawl, but it felt good like he was purging so much of his past, all the things he hated about himself. If a man like Sig could love him and knew all those dark secrets, then they must not have been that terrible.

Judging himself harshly had been his daily mantra. Then Sigmund came along, and in one fell swoop, he was lifted from his guilt and darkness. Sig’s love had changed him, and maybe that wasn’t how it was supposed to be. Maybe love wasn’t supposed to change your view of yourself, but he couldn’t deny what Sig had made him feel.

He was fingered and kissed on the neck while Sig whispered, “So beautiful. So perfect. The best thing that’s ever come into my life. My baby.”

Rowan couldn’t stop crying, but he was also smiling through the tears. “Sig…Sig, I love you so much. Please, never leave me again. I don’t ever want to be away from you.”

“Shh, baby boy, you are stuck with me now. I’m making claim to you today, tonight, and forever.”

When Sig entered him, moving Rowan back and forth on his cock, the rope tugged on his cock and balls, but the pain just added to the experience. Sig’s rough, hairy thighs on the welts of his own hurt more, but Rowan loved the feeling, wishing to feel more, just…just to feel.

Cradled in Sig’s arms, he was fucked from behind as close as he could get, with Rowan’s arms in the way. The big cock moved inside of him like a piston, but Sig wasn’t fucking him as hard as he could. It felt like more of a celebration for them than a rough scene.

His shoulders ached, his cock and balls felt like they were going to be ripped from his body, but he wouldn’t stop it for anything. He was flying in the way it felt to be back with Sig, to be fucked by him, to be kissed by him.

The pain grew, the aching and burning made him feel more alive than he’d ever felt. And the endorphins were mixing with the adrenaline to make a drug inside him that made him feel as if he was floating above his own body.

His head fell back, and Sig halted his hips, biting and sucking his neck. “Mark my boy. Everyone needs to know you’re mine. Everyone.”

“I’m yours. I am yours, forever,” he cried, his voice breaking.

“You need to come down for me. I’m gonna come on your ass and let it run down, and when it’s finished running, then I’ll take you down.”

Rowan nodded slowly and moaned a little because he couldn’t make words. He was fucked hard for the last few minutes, feeling like some macabre puppet hanging from a master’s hands, being manipulated.

The cock driving into his prostate was killing him. It felt so good, while the other parts of him were in pain. It was just a high, riding that wave between being on the verge of coming, and on the verge of screaming.

Faster, faster, he knew Sig was close to coming, but the man had stamina. He could go hours if given the chance, but when he finally pulled out, pulled off the rubber, and shot on Rowan’s ass, Rowan was lost in that wave. The pleasure went on and on, and he didn’t realize he’d come too. He felt like a jar of jelly, no bones, moving, but not on his own…

When it was over, he was taken down from the ropes and the handcuffs were removed, and he was laid on the bed on his stomach while Sig got a cold cloth to pat over his welts. “God, these look good on you, baby.”

“I’m glad I don’t dance anymore. I can’t imagine the comments I’d get.”

“Then I’ll be sure to keep you nice and welted.”

Rowan laughed into the pillow.

Later, when he’d rested and been fed by Sig, Sig surprised him. “We’re going to the club tonight. I made arrangements with Jace.”

“Why?” The thought alone terrified him.

Then, like Sig was so good at doing, he calmed Rowan with, “Because I don’t want even one bad memory with you. We’re going to the club and erasing the last time we were there by having a wonderful time together. You and I, baby. You, in my arms. The entire place seeing you walking in with me. I’m not wearing a mask this time. I’m wearing you on my arm.”

Rowan turned over and smiled at him. “You’re so weirdly romantic.”

“Thanks! I try.”

“Okay, then. We’ll go back there, and if I feel…nervous, please, don’t get mad.”

“Never. I would never get mad at you for something like that! Okay. I’m going to call Jace and set it up. You go get a bath. You have dried cum all over your ass.”