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massage, almost too light, but the pressure increased, heating up Braxton’s skin. From his shoulders, down to his ass and thighs, each strike sounding out a bit louder with the impact.

Blood pulsed to his dick as the light sting became a flare along his nerves, sending his hips jutting forward, then back, his muscles clenching out of his control as he fought to keep still. A sweet haze filtered out every thought, leaving only the awareness of his Dom, the echo of some kind of music playing just for them, strumming different notes of pleasure that flowed from him to his Dom. He could hear it in Ryan’s breath. Sense it in his touch when he paused to trail his fingers over the marks he’d left.

The flogging had stopped at some point, but Braxton was still riding the high, a bit apart from himself as the blaze ignited along his flesh kept burning, consuming him bit at a time in a way that made it seem like he wasn’t quite solid anymore. Only when Ryan pressed against him, filling him in a slick glide, did he come down enough for a more carnal pleasure to join the boneless bliss that had taken over.

“There you are.” Ryan’s hand curved under his jaw, turning his head enough to claim a long, deep kiss that matched the steady thrust into his body. “Stay with me, my boy. I want you to feel everything I’m doing to you. Don’t hold back.”

Braxton couldn’t if he tried, but nothing came fast. Ryan used the straps to pull Braxton to him, fucking him hard, then changing his pace until a desperate sound escaped Braxton’s lips. He was so close, right on the edge, yet his Dom’s finger was hovering over the trigger. Ryan knew his body, knew how to keep him here for as long as he wanted.

A bit of a mindfuck, telling Braxton he could take what he wanted so bad, then not giving it to him. All part of the erotic game they played. One Braxton didn’t want to end.

One arm crossing Braxton’s chest, fingers gripping the center of the straps, Ryan slammed in hard, then bit the side of his neck. The pulsing within sent him plummeting into a freefall where it wasn’t just a release. He came apart even as he bucked in Ryan’s hold, crying out until his throat was raw. His ass clenched around Ryan, drawing a soft curse, mixed with a laugh from his Dom, another wave of pleasure washing over Braxton as his Dom ground against him.

For a long time, Ryan kept him there, his quiet, soothing words bringing him down slowly. Braxton surprised himself with a whimper when the cuffs came off, for some reason sure they were the only things that kept him whole.

Then Ryan’s arms were around him, lifting him. A bottle of water was held to Braxton’s lips.

“Small sips. That’s my good boy.” Ryan thanked someone as a blanket covered Braxton. “Here, take a bit now.”

“Mmm.” Braxton bit into the chocolate Ryan fed him, shivering a little as he blinked away the tears he couldn’t remember crying that blurred his vision. Ryan had brought him somewhere else. The music of the club was faint. His Dom was sitting in a big leather armchair, holding him. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what happened.”

“Don’t be, you’re perfect, my love. You did exactly what I asked you to.” Ryan kissed away his tears, smiling down at him. “You held nothing back.”

The pressure that had clung to Braxton for a long time had been easing away more and more while he’d been with Ryan, but it wasn’t until this moment that he realized...it was gone. He didn’t have to hide anymore, not with this man. Everything he was, everything he wanted, was bared to Ryan in every way. Safe to share with him because of the connection between them.

A connection that had started with uncertainty, with so many challenges, but facing each one?

Made it into something that would last.

Something unbreakable.

About Bianca Sommerland

Tell you about me? Hmm, well, there’s not much to say. I love hockey and cars and my kids…not in that order, of course! Lol! When I’m not writing—which isn’t often—I’m usually watching a game or a car show while networking. Going out with my kids is my only downtime. I get to clear my head and forget everything.

As for when and why I first started writing, I guess I thought I’d get extra cookies if I was quiet for a while—that’s how young I was. I used to bring my grandmother barely legible pages filled with tales of evil unicorns. She told me then that I would be a famous author.

I hope one day to prove her right.

For more of my work, please visit: www.Im-No-Angel.com

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