Page 52 of Unfettered

Jayden chuckles. “Very well. Just know, if you fall…you’ll suffer the consequences…”

Without any preamble, he folds his belt in half, gives a roll of his wrist, then gets into position.

I don’t look away, even when I hear the crack of the belt hitting flesh. Ignacio gasps, then moans when the second strike comes. Over and over, Jayden whips him, and Ignacio’s face turns a pretty shade of pink as his arms begin to shake, and a litany of curses fall from his lips with each strike.

“You should see his ass, Roman,” Jayden says lightly, before there’s another crack. “He looks so fucking beautiful with his muscular ass all red and blossoming for me. Are you close, Princess?”

“I… Fuck, Sir!” he shouts, as Jayden strikes him again. “Fuck… I need to come, please…”

“Mmm, do you think you can come like this?”

“Please…” Ignacio drops his head. Jayden strikes him again. “It’s been…t—too long.”

“Poor Princess,” Jayden says, though the shit-eating grin on his face displays no sympathy. “Take a little more for me.”

Ignacio heaves a big breath, and his body begins to relax with every strike instead of tensing, even though it has to be painful. It sounds so fucking painful. Every crack of the belt against his flesh is loud as fuck in the otherwise silent room.

“Next time,” Jayden tells him. “You’re going to come like this, or you won’t come at all.”

He ramps up how fast he’s striking Ignacio, and I watch carefully as it seems Ignacio is going to fold under the force of the hits. Only my love proves just how fucking strong he is as he cries, whines, and curses Jayden out, but he stays upright. His fists are bunched in the covers, and his head is bowed, so I can’t see his face, but he doesn’t move an inch as Jayden begins bringing him down.

I can barely catch my breath, and all I’ve done is watch and slowly stroke my leaking cock while my love, part of my soul, gets fucking belted by a damn sadist. But…the way Ignacio fucking melts when Jayden drops the belt and takes two handfuls of his ass cheeks… Fuck, there are no words, except exquisite, to describe how it looks and feels.

Is this what Lio experiences? Does he feel this…cathartic when he’s with his Master? Is the…pleasure, relief, and love I see between them normal in all Dom/sub relationships?

My thoughts are spiraling, and if it wasn’t for Ignacio looking up at me, with need in his eyes, I probably would have drifted off into my own head. But I force myself to stay present as Jayden stands behind Ignacio.

“I am not going to fuck you today, Princess. You have to earn that, but since you took your belting so well, I’m going to reward you. How does that sound?”

“Y—yes, Sir. Thank you.”

“So polite… I can’t wait until I get to know you better and learn why Il Padrone called you Chaos.”

Ignacio laughs. “You like chaos, Sir.”

Jayden leans over Ignacio, planting his hands on the bed to hold himself up. Given how Ignacio winces, I am guessing he pushes against what I’m sure are welts on Ignacio’s ass. “You have no idea, Princess. Now, I’m going to get myself off, and I expect you to do the same… But make sure you come before I do, or you won’t be coming at all.”

Ignacio whimpers, but shifts his weight to one arm so he can snake the other underneath him.

Jayden veers himself back up and holds Ignacio’s hip with one hand, the other reaching for his cock.

I can’t help but join in on the stroke fest, my orgasm pulsing through me after watching the show for so long.

Ignacio and I lock eyes, and seeing him tear-streaked, cheeks flushed, mouth swollen from Jayden’s cock…it’s too much.

I cry out as I come, covering my hand and cock as the force of it knocks the air out of me. Ignacio lets out a long moan, and I assume he comes as well, as I hear Jayden say, “Good Princess.”

The physical therapist thrusts his hips against Ignacio, and though I can’t see it from this angle, I imagine him pushing his rigid cock between Ignacio’s ass cheeks. I watch as his eyes flutter closed and his face turns bright red as he comes. Fuck… for a moment, I forget he’s a scary as fuck sadist, and instead, I see the beautiful man beneath the terrifying exterior.

The three of us are suspended in pleasure for a long while, before Jayden finally seems to get his wits about him.

“Stay there,” he orders Ignacio, before striding into the bathroom.

“Are you okay?” I whisper.

Ignacio smiles, a light, peaceful look on his face as he nods. “Never better.” I can see the truth in his eyes, and all I can do is smile as well.

Jayden comes back with the first aid kit and a few washcloths. First, he leans over the bed and surprises me by wiping me clean. His touch makes me gasp, but he doesn’t pay me any mind. When he’s done, he gently cleans Ignacio’s ass, before opening the first aid kit and grabbing a tube.