High Voltage (5 page)

Spearing his fingers into Heath’s
hair, Volt brought his face closer to his cock. “Suck me, Heath. Show me what
an obedient and talented little cocksucker you are.”

Heath obeyed, and his submission
made the moment sweeter.

Chapter Four

Heath took a few precious second to
gaze up at the gorgeous man sitting in front of him. How often did he fantasize
about seeing his master naked? No matter how creative fantasies were, they
didn’t come close to reality. The golden ink, the sigils and runes inscribed
all over Volt’s sun kissed body made him look close to some ancient, primitive,
and feral god.

Ignoring the delicious tug of his
master’s fingers on his hair, Heath’s hands moved of their own accord, sliding
up Volt’s muscular thighs. Gods, the man was serious eye candy.

Heath wanted to spear his fingers
across his master’s short dark blond hair, to run his hands all over Volt’s
hard and firm flesh. He wanted to lick and touch every line and muscle of the
glorious work of art that was his master’s body.

Sure, he’d swear every now and then
he hated Volt’s guts, but how much of his vehement conviction was true? Weren’t
love and hate intertwined anyway?

Although he was certain things
would painfully go back to normal the next day, it was too late to be having
second thoughts. His ass felt heavy and it ached at every small shift and
movement he made on his knees, reminding him of Volt’s firm hand.

The swats his master administered
weren’t reckless or amateurish. With his head screwed back in place, Heath
realized Volt knew what he was doing. He had timed each smack and delivered
each one with precision and control. To see his marked and reddened ass in the
morning was enough for Heath. At least he’d have a reminder of the night they
had before they faded away.

“Having second thoughts?” Volt’s
voice steered him back to reality.

Heath was used to the familiar
frown on his master’s face, but not the strange emotion in Volt’s amber eyes.
Concern, Heath thought, feeling a little shaken. There was real concern there.

“Not at all, master.” That made the
large man chuckle.

There was an insistent tug on his
hair again and this time Heath centered his entire focus on his task. He’d also
dreamt of wrapping his lips around Volt’s prick and it was everything he
imagined— long, thick, and steel hard.

Securing his fingers against Volt’s
base, Heath began to apply pressure against Volt’s balls. Hearing his happy
rumble, he swept his eager tongue across the head of Volt’s shaft. He eagerly
lapped at the pre-cum before spreading it across Volt’s throbbing length.

Taking his time, Heath flicked and
licked each area of Volt’s cock, giving it the worship it deserved.

“Enough teasing, Heath,” Volt said
with a grunt from above him.

Heath still wanted to taste and
savor, but he obeyed and opened his mouth to take all of Volt’s glorious
length. He applied careful suction with every inch he
covered,
glad to hear Volt’s groans above him.

Damn. Knowing he could give his
master pleasure while he was on his knees made him hot and horny. He knew his
own prick was stirring back to life. His balls felt drawn and incredibly tight
against his body. Heat was rekindling inside him, spreading from his prick to
his belly, insides, and to the rest of him.

“Fuck, Heath. If I knew you how
well you sucked cock, I would’ve claimed you sooner.”

His master’s words echoed back at
him.
“I’m tired of games, Heath. Tired of
pretending I don’t want you.”
Some part of Heath knew his submission to his
master was going to be his undoing. Volt was going to leave him hurting, but at
the moment he couldn’t care less. Still, a small voice in his head reminded him
Volt indeed had tried during the past few months. Hadn’t he?

Heath nearly gagged when Volt’s
shaft hit the back of his throat, but he quickly recovered. Volt guided his
head back carefully. He was about to deep
throat
his
master again, but Volt halted the movement.

“Enough. I just wanted you to
prepare me.”

“Prepare you?” Heath asked, gazing
up at him, weary of Volt’s arrogant smile.

“For my access.
Tell me, Heath, how do you want me to claim you for the first time?”

“I can choose?” Heath whispered all
too eagerly.

He remembered the feel of Volt’s
fingers as they explored his hole, but he didn’t want fingers. Heath wanted to
feel his master’s rock hard length pounding relentlessly into him.

“Don’t get comfortable, Heath.
You’re still my sub. I’m only allowing you to choose because it’s the first
time.”

Heath didn’t want to linger on the
damning words ‘first time’. Was Volt implying there would be more times?
Don’t hope. If I start hoping, nothing good
will come out of it. Volt will just hurt me. This is just some kind of phase
for him.

He licked his dry lips, watching
Volt stroke himself leisurely.

“Go on, Heath.
The longer you take, the more time I have to think of creative punishments for
naughty little subs who want to make their
doms
wait.”

“I want what you want, Volt.”

Volt smirked. “Get into position,
Heath. With your forehead touching the floor and your pink little ass offered
up to me.”

Oh Gods, was Heath really not
dreaming?

One snap of Volt’s fingers made him
scramble to get into position. The floor felt cool against his forehead and his
marked ass felt exposed. His hole was gaping back at Volt, begging his master
to fuck it, and it made him equal parts embarrassed and horny. Heath could feel
his cock too, hanging heavily between his legs and thickening with every
passing second.

“Aren’t you an eager and slutty
little kitten? Wait here while I get some lube and a condom.”

What felt like several excruciating
minutes later, Volt finally
returned.
Heath could hear
the crackle of a condom wrapper being opened and the cover of lube being
opened.

Heath groaned at the feel of Volt’s
lubed and thick digits as they began to rub lazy circles around his opening. It
didn’t help he could feel Volt’s inquisitive fingers reach down to curl around
the base of his throbbing cock.

“So hard already,
Heath?
Remember who your orgasms belong to.” A pinch at his foreskin was
enough for Heath to emit a needy sound of embarrassment. “Shall we do a little
revision of our previous lessons, little tabby?”

Oh Gods. Those were the exact words
Volt used during their lessons in the arcane arts. Screw the bastard. Volt knew
Heath would from now on associate those words with their mating.

“Aren’t you going to answer me, Heath?”
The fingers tightened around his now very erect cock.

“Yes.
Yes, Volt.”
Heath gasped as those fingers loosened and began applying a bit of nail and
pressure to his heavy balls.

“Who does your body belong to?”
Volt asked in a mind-wrecking, amused tone.

The finger circling over the tight
ring of muscles continued to torment him, and Heath was practically begging
Volt to finger fuck him.

“Yours, Volt.”
Heath’s voice sounded harsh to his own ears.

He wanted to get over with it,
wanted Volt to just take him, but the sadistic bastard was having too much of a
good time. Some part of him craved all this foreplay too, he realized. It made
him unbearably insane, but it also made him unbearably hot.

“This little
hole?”
Volt drove a nail into the puckered flesh,
wrangling
a whimper from Heath at the sensation. “And
this long prick
?”

The heat emanating from his
master’s fingers on his cock felt like little tongues of fire. The rough pads
swiped the pre-cum over his tip and began to spread it over his steel hard shaft.

“Yours, Volt.
All yours Master.” Heath practically screamed the words.

“Good boy.”

Volt slid one wet and teasing
finger into his ass and Heath could feel his traitorous body only begging for
more. He tried pushing back into Volt’s hand, but that only earned him a severe
and resounding smack on his already aching ass.

“I take back my words,” Volt said
dryly. A second finger pushed in and Heath was panting, wanting to feel more
and wanting Volt to fill him up. “You’re a naughty little sub, and dirty subs like
you deserved to be used.”

A third finger went in, threatening
to spill the gathering heat inside him. Heath could hardly breathe. He didn’t
dare to, because any slight movement would make him spill his cum all over
Volt’s fingers. Gods, the way the man was holding his most intimate parts was
maddening. Volt was so fucking possessive, and the knowledge only worsened his
ache for his master.

“Yes, I’m one dirty kitty. Please
use me, master. Fuck me until I can’t walk straight in the morning.” Heath
whimpered again when Volt withdrew both his fingers, but then Volt’s large
hands were gripping his hips.

“I’m going to ride you mercilessly,
little tabby. I’m going to fuck you raw.”

“Oh fuck,” Heath whispered, and
said no more.

The sounds coming from their mouths
in the next few minutes were guttural ones, the speech of two people locked
furiously in their passion.

Volt nudged several inches first,
making Heath aware of just how gorgeously massive his master really was. Heath
was hyperaware of everything— of Volt’s bruising grip, of his quickened breaths
and quivering body. Then desire focused to a hazy line as Volt suddenly
hammered himself into Heath’s waiting hole in a single thrust, until he was
buried hilt deep into him.

It felt like he was being spilt
apart, but Heath knew the burn would disappear soon and fade into sharp fine
pleasure. A harsh sound echoed deep in his throat, but eventually Heath managed
to spit out the words.

“Please, master. Please.”

Volt filled him up thoroughly and
completely.

“Hold on,” Volt grunted. “I want
you to feel me inside you like a brand, Heath. I want you to never forget who
you belong to.”

As
if I’d forget.
Eventually Heath could feel Volt sliding smoothly out of him
only to ram into him again. It felt like little shakes were breaking out all
over his body from the warm glow of pleasure gathering in his core. Volt drove
deep, leisurely strokes into him, and Heath was only happy to receive them. He
could feel Volt’s fingers again on his cock and the duel sensations flooded
him.

Heath could hear his mouth,
pleading, begging, and negotiating, but Volt wouldn’t relent. Volt changed his
angle and the next shove summoned another flood of sensations in him. Volt had
hit his sweet spot, and the bastard began hitting and hitting at it again until
Heath’s mind was no longer capable of thinking.

“I’m coming, Heath,” Volt said in
staggered breaths. Two last penetrating thrusts were all it took for Volt to
come. Some kinky and dirty part of Heath wished Volt didn’t use a condom. He
wanted Volt to completely own him, to feel Volt’s warm cum inside him.

The hand around his cock tightened.
“Come for me, boy.”

Heath let out a final shuddering
sound as his orgasm wrecked havoc on his tormented body. His senses reeled as
waves of pleasure repeatedly drowned him. Heath came all over Volt’s fingers,
gasping and panting.

He was only beginning to come back
to reality, beginning to get a hold of his bearings, when he felt Volt leaning
by his side. Those large inked hands began to stroke him, and the rare
tenderness made him whimper.

“Good boy. That’s my good boy.”

Those words were enough to undo
him.

Heath could feel himself falling
apart, his legs and body shaking, but Volt’s strong arms caught him deftly. His
body didn’t felt entirely like it belonged to him. Volt continued stroking him,
murmuring soft words to him as he carried them both to the bathroom. Heath knew
he’d sway on his feet if Volt brought him to the shower, but Volt was getting
into the tub and laying him against him.

The sound of the water running and
eventually filling the tub made Heath aware of his surroundings and his skin
rubbing against Volt’s inked, tanned skin. He gulped, looking up to see Volt
watching him.

Volt had again placed him across
lap, his hands sure, firm, and possessive.

Heath didn’t know what to say. All
of this after care was so unexpected and so unlike the temperamental master he
knew. Fuck, he hadn’t even known Volt had this tender side to him.

“You don’t like what you see?”

Heath bit on his lower lip.
“Not at all.
It’s just…surprising. I’ve never seen this side
of you. I mean, you’ve shown hints of it over the past few months.
Then nothing.
All ice again.”

“Yeah.
I
know I’ve been a bastard, but I intend to make it up to you, Heath.”

Volt began to nuzzle his neck, gently
nibbling against the tender skin.

Feeling braver than before and
still hungry for contact, Heath pressed his body against Volt.
Holy shit, the feel of his flesh against
mine is so amazing.
Heath’s hand began to trace the hard lines of Volt’s
abdominal muscles, tracing his way up his ribs.

When Volt didn’t push him away, the
tension began to ebb away from his body. Volt wasn’t going to change his mind
and tell him this was all a mistake. At least not yet, and Heath was desperate
enough to taste and savor every second he could get out of their dalliance.

He let out a moan, enjoying the
sensation of Volt’s warm mouth and the graze of his teeth. It seemed the longer
their skin touched the more Volt took possession of him. It should’ve
frightened him, how he’d easily given himself entirely to this man without a
second thought, but Heath could worry about that later on.