Chapter 5: A Private Training Session
The car door opened onto the private garage, its cool, sterile air a shock after the heated confinement. Kael’s hand was at the small of Enn’s back, guiding him forward, the silver leash once more a visible tether.They didn’t speak. The only sounds were their footsteps on polished concrete and the quiet click of a keypad. A door Enn had never noticed before, seamlessly blended into the paneled wall of Kael’s study, swung inward.
The scent hit Enn first: sandalwood, clean leather, and beneath it, the faint, metallic trace of Kael’s own unique smell. It was a room that seemed to absorb sound, the walls draped in deep crimson velvet.A St. Andrew’s cross of dark, polished mahogany stood against one wall, its restraints hanging loose. The space was both austere and luxurious, a chapel dedicated to a different kind of devotion.Kael unclipped the leash. The action felt more significant than the fastening had.“Look at me,” he said, his voice quiet but filling the hushed room.
Enn turned.His heart was a frantic thing against his ribs.
“You belong here,” Kael stated.It wasn’t a question. He began undoing Enn’s clothes with the same methodical care he’d shown in removing them after the restaurant. The suit, the stained shirt, everything was folded and set aside until Enn stood naked, his skin pebbling in the cool air, his tail low and uncertain. Kael’s gaze was a physical weight, tracing every line of him.“Beautiful,” he murmured, more to himself than to Enn.
He took Enn’s wrist, guiding him to the cross. The cuffs were lined with soft fur.They closed with a solid, final snick. Kael secured first one wrist, then the other, adjusting the fit so it was firm but not biting. He moved to Enn’s ankles, spreading his legs wide, attaching cuffs there too. Enn was stretched open, utterly vulnerable, the architecture of the cross framing his submission. He tested the restraints once, a tiny, instinctive pull.They held. A shiver that was part fear, part electric anticipation ran through him.Kael stepped back, his eyes dark with approval. He shed his own clothes without ceremony, his movements economical.His erection was already heavy against his thigh.He didn’t touch himself. He simply observed Enn, tied and exposed, for a long, silent minute. The air hummed.
“You’ll take what I give you,” Kael said finally, walking to a low cabinet.He returned with a flogger, its falls made of supple, black leather. “Your safety word is ‘mercy.’ You will not use it unless you mean it. Do you understand?”
Enn’s throat was dry.He nodded.
The first impact was a whisper, a cascade of soft taps across his shoulders.It was a shock, but not pain.Just sensation. Kael worked methodically, painting his back and the crests of his ass with rhythmic strokes, each one landing with a little more of the flogger’s weight behind it. The sting began to build, a pleasant, spreading heat.Enn’s breath hitched. His cock, which had softened in his fear, began to fill again, bobbing stupidly between his spread legs. He was hard by the time Kael set the flogger aside.Next was the paddle. Smooth, unyielding leather. It landed with a sharp, clean crack on the fleshy part of his right buttock.The pain was bright and immediate.Enn gasped. The left cheek followed, a matching blow. Kael established a slow, punishing rhythm, alternating sides, turning the pale skin a vivid, glowing pink. Each impact jolted through Enn, shaking a helpless sound from his lips.Tears welled in his eyes from the sheer intensity of it. And through the pain, a filthy, undeniable arousal burned hotter. His cock was leaking, a steady drip of pre-cum pattering onto the mat below.
“Please,” Enn heard himself whimper, not even knowing what he was asking for.Kael stopped. He ran a cool, gentle hand over the heated skin, making Enn flinch and moan at the same time. “Good,” he said.“So good for me.”
He disappeared behind Enn. Enn could only wait, trembling, listening to the sounds of a cap opening, the slick slide of lubrication. Then he felt Kael’s breath, warm against his sensitized skin. The first touch of Kael’s tongue, broad and wet, licking a firm stripe right over his hole.
Enn cried out, a sharp, ragged sound. His body tried to jerk away, but the restraints held him fast, open and offered. Kael ate him with a slow, deliberate hunger, his tongue fucking into him, circling his rim, lapping at him like he was something precious and delicious. The intimacy of it was more devastating than the paddle.It was a violation that felt like worship. Enn sobbed, his head hanging, his entire body shaking as the pleasure-pain coil in his gut wound tighter.His ears were plastered flat to his skull.Kael pulled away. Enn whimpered at the loss.Then he felt the blunt, cool pressure of something larger than a tongue. A silicone plug, generously lubed, nudging against his entrance. Kael pushed it in slowly, relentlessly, stretching the ring of muscle burned sensitive by his tongue. It seated inside him with a final, full feeling.Enn panted, impaled.
He heard Kael move, felt the heat of his body close again. The plug was removed, the empty sensation fleeting before the hot, blunt head of Kael’s cock pressed where his tongue and the toy had been. Kael’s hands gripped his hips, holding him steady.
“Mine,” Kael growled, and shoved forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in one brutal, conquering thrust.
Enn screamed.It was too much, the stretch breathtaking, the fullness absolute. Kael didn’t let him adjust. He set a punishing pace from the first, pounding into him, the sound of skin slapping against sensitized skin loud in the quiet room. Each drive nailed Enn to the cross, jolting him in his bonds. One of Kael’s hands fisted in his hair, yanking his head back, arching his spine. The other hand snaked around his hip, fingers wrapping around Enn’s dripping, neglected cock.
Kael fucked him like he was trying to break him apart and remake him.His thrusts were deep, animalistic. The hand on Enn’s cock stroked him in a brutal counter-rhythm, squeezing the head on every upward stroke.The dual assault was too much. Pleasure, sharp as shattered glass, ripped through Enn’s core.
“I can’t… Kael, I can’t–” he babbled, his words dissolving into incoherent cries.
“Come,” Kael commanded, his voice a ragged snarl against Enn’s ear, his pace becoming frantic, erratic.“Come on my cock. Now.”
It was the bite that sent him over the edge—Kael’s teeth sinking into the base of his fuzzy gray ear, a possessive, painful claim.Enn shattered. His orgasm tore through him with violent, silent intensity, his cock pulsing in Kael’s fist, stripes of cum painting the floor below. His channel clamped down vise-tight on Kael’s driving length, milking him.
With a guttural roar, Kael slammed deep and stilled, his own release flooding Enn’s depths, hot and endless. He collapsed against Enn’s sweaty back, his breath heaving, his teeth still locked gently on Enn’s ear.
They hung there, a tangled, spent sculpture of completion.Slowly, Kael’s teeth released. He nuzzled the bite mark, then began to gently uncuff Enn’s wrists, his ankles. Enn’s legs buckled the moment he was free, but Kael was there, catching him, lowering them both to the velvet-cushioned floor. He pulled Enn into his lap, cradling him against his chest, stroking his hair, his back, his sore ass with infinite tenderness.
Enn, boneless and raw, hid his face in Kael’s neck. A slow, exhausted tremor ran through him. Kael held him through it, his lips pressed to Enn’s temple, whispering words that weren’t filthy, that weren’t commands, but were somehow more exposing: “I have you.You’re so perfect. My perfect Enn.”
And in the sanctuary of that ruined, sacred room, Enn, for the first time, believed him.