Stolen Heaven part 6b "Don't worry, Derek, I won't. God, you are so beautiful," Arkadi purred, placing a hand on Derek's chest and feeling his heart thumping wildly. He stroked gently over one nipple, then the other, feeling them harden instantly at his touch. He swallowed hard and licked his lips, looking into Derek's hungry gaze and nearly losing himself in it. Then, with a sly smile he pinched one of Derek's nipples hard, pleased when the response was not a gasp of pain but a surprised groan as Derek pressed up into his abusing grasp. He pinched the other one, twisting and pulling at both rosy buds mercilessly while Derek moaned and writhed.
Suddenly he released Derek's nipples, his lover gasping in surprise at the sudden lack of stimuli. "You liked that, didn't you," he asked softly, leaning over Derek and smiling menacingly at him.
"You know I do -- I-- Yes, Sir, I did," Derek answered, remembering himself just in time.
"Would you like some more?"
"Yes, Sir," Derek answered breathily -- his cock was really starting to ache and he felt like his balls were going to explode, but everything Arkadi had done so far felt *so* good . . .
"You like when I bite them, don't you?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Then there's something else I think you may enjoy . . ." Arkadi said, then added with a grin, "Don't go anywhere." He retrieved the box and looked through it, quickly deciding the candle would be a little too much for this session -- there was time enough for that later. That and the little cat-of-nine-tails. However . . .
He selected two of the more gentle clamps then closed the box and returned to Derek's side. "These," he said, holding the clamps up so that Derek could see them, "are nipple clamps. These are fairly gentle ones that shouldn't cause you any more pain than when I nip you, but remember that they will be on you continuously and might hurt more than you expected at first. If they *do* hurt you, tell me and we'll take them off. You understand?"
Derek nodded, too curious and aroused to really expect they would hurt -- his body ached for more, and the only thing that hurt right now was not getting it. "Yes, Sir," he whispered, smiling when Arkadi climbed up on the bed and straddled him. This close, he could feel the heat pouring off his lover, smell the musk of his arousal mingled with the cinnamon spice scent of his cologne, see the hunger burning in the depths of his dark eyes . . .
Arkadi groaned softly as Derek moved under him, nearly losing his concentration again as he felt his young lover's heat burning against his thighs. _Soon,_ he thought to himself. _When he's good and crazed . . ._
He pinched one nipple gently, pulling the flesh up so that the clamp would be holding more than just the rosy tip, then carefully slid the clamp on and slowly released it, watching Derek's reaction. For a moment, he thought that Derek wasn't going to like it, but gradually the hungry look returned and he saw Derek flex his muscles in an attempt to feel the clamp pull.
"Is that what you want, Derek?" Arkadi asked softly, pulling gently on the clamp until Derek gasped and arched up into him. "Yes, I guess it must be," he answered himself with a chuckle. "Then let's put the other one on, too."
As Arkadi carefully applied the other clamp, Derek tried -- and failed -- to remain still. Everything just felt so good, lust and arousal burning his body and mind to ashes. He arched back as Arkadi twisted both clamps, moaning helplessly under the assault.
Derek could feel the change in Arkadi -- the cool control was eroding quickly now, destroyed by his complete surrender. His lover climbed off the bed and grabbed the box, took an item out of it. "I'm going to attach the two clamps to each other, Derek," Arkadi explained breathlessly. "That way they'll pull more while we're doing other things." He smiled down at Derek and ran a length of leather thong through the handles of the clamps, then tied the ends together so that it was *just* tight enough to pull slightly.
Derek moaned at the sensation, nearly incoherent from all of the stimuli. Arching back into the pillows, he missed Arkadi unfastening his trousers and freeing his aching erection. When his lover climbed onto the bed again, however, Derek looked at him hungrily, nearly mesmerised by the thick cock already wet with precum. "Ooohgott . . ." Derek whispered as he realized Arkadi was crawling closer so that he could fuck his mouth.
"You want it, don't you, my beautiful one?" Arkadi purred, moving carefully to straddle his lover, cock tantalizingly close to his lips as he looked down at Derek's own engorged organ. Derek lifted his head and reached for Arkadi's cock, desperate to taste it -- to feel his lover taking complete control of him.
Derek's lips touched the tip and Arkadi groaned deep in his throat. Unable to control himself any longer, he thrust down Derek's throat; lust and pleasure burning along his nerves as Derek eagerly accommodated him.
He began fucking Derek's mouth roughly, enjoying the hungry moans and eager sucking. Derek groaned around the thick cock as Arkadi's body leaned on the thong between the nipple clamps, and Arkadi chuckled and turned his attention to Derek's straining organ.
He swallowed Derek's cock, sucking hard, knowing that by now his lover was so aroused -- so eager -- that nothing would register as painful. The circuit of pleasure now complete, they writhed in a frenzy of fucking and sucking; shudders of ecstacy coursing through Derek with every movement of the clamps, every shift of the butt plug.
It built rapidly, boiling up from deep inside with the force of a geyser. Orgasm hit them simultaneously: Arkadi thrusting brutally down Derek's throat, cutting off the scream Derek's own explosion tore from him. It seemed to go on forever, nearly painful with the constriction of the cock strap, but gloriously intense. As the spasms finally diminished to shudders, Derek slid into unconsciousness . . .
. . . Derek shot awake, scattering the journal, letter, and photos that were spread across his bed. He could feel the sticky wetness on his pajamas and thighs, and flushed crimson as he realized his body had betrayed him yet again.
Had he screamed upon waking this time? He couldn't remember, but his throat didn't feel raw -- with luck, none of the others would come running to see if he was all right. He looked at the clock and realized he had been asleep for only a short time -- the others might still be awake. First he would clean up, and then, he decided, gathering up the scattered items and putting the photos back in the envelope with the letter, he would have a talk with Sloan . . .
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