Page 29 of Elemental Hope (Warlocks #2)

Chapter thirteen

E vrain pulled Dominic up the stairs and into their bedroom. He knew he was being rough but his patience had run out some time ago. They were finally alone and his only imperative was to remind Dominic who he belonged to. He propelled Dominic toward the bed.

“It’s about bloody time I got you in here. I thought the others would never leave.” He gave Dominic a light shove so he fell backward onto the bed.

“We owe them everything.”

“But I owe you most of all. What Gregory put you through was inhuman. I’m not sure I can forgive him for that.” He unfastened Dominic’s brown leather belt then slid it from its loops.

“There’s nothing to forgive. Gregory came up with the only plan that could work. I volunteered to be part of it. He wouldn’t have done anything without my consent, Evrain.”

“In that he and I are in agreement. Consent is non-negotiable.” Evrain pulled Dominic’s jeans down his legs. He cast them into a corner.

“You’ve absorbed the agrimony. Your blood is useless to the Octis Coven now—or any other coven for that matter.”

“But we got away without Imelda discovering that. This isn’t over. But in the meantime I have to punish you for putting yourself at risk.”

“You’re not really going to spank me, are you?” Dominic pushed Evrain’s fumbling fingers away from his shirt then undid his own buttons.

Evrain groped Dominic’s cock through his shorts. “You’re hard just thinking about it, aren’t you?”

“No! That’s not why… It’s because you’re touching me.”

“I need to spank you. You need to be spanked. That’s all there is to it.”

“That argument doesn’t work for me.” Dominic squirmed away. He retreated further up the bed but Evrain grabbed his ankle and pulled him back.

“I could tie you down and flog you instead.”

“No! You wouldn’t dare.” Dominic flipped over onto his knees. He attempted to crawl away but Evrain clambered onto the bed and straddled him, pushing him flat into the mattress.

“A compromise then. You keep absolutely still and I won’t fetch my best flogger from the closet.”

“Fine.” Dominic grabbed a pillow, thumped it a few times then shoved it beneath his head.

Evrain smiled. He might not fetch the flogger but he hadn’t placed any other restrictions on himself.

Dominic needed to learn to be more specific.

Taking a few moments to remove his top, Evrain admired Dominic’s lithe body stretched out on the bed.

There was no sign of the silvery green tattoos that had graced his skin.

They had been beautiful designs. Evrain wondered if he could persuade Dominic to get some more permanent ink. Some protective sigils perhaps.

He pictured how the symbols might look whilst fetching a roll of bondage tape from the toy box in the closet.

He also extracted a pair of scissors from his washbag on the dresser.

He cut a length of the shiny black tape.

He liked its tactile nature and the fact that it left no sticky residue on Dominic’s skin.

“Legs together.” He chuckled. “Now there’s a phrase I don’t use often.”

Dominic twisted his head so he could give him a dubious look. Before he could work out Evrain’s intention, Evrain slipped the tape beneath Dominic’s ankles then wound it around them in several tight loops.

“Hey!” Dominic started to struggle just a little. Evrain gave him a sharp smack across the ass.

“Be still. Put your arms above your head.”

Damon stretched out with a huff. Evrain used more tape to bind his wrists together then attached them to the headboard with enough slack that he could turn over if Evrain desired it.

“No warlock tricks?” Dominic asked.

“Sometimes it’s good to be a bit more…hands on.” Evrain used the scissors to cut down one side of Dominic’s shorts. He flipped the resulting flap of fabric aside, exposing one smooth cheek.

“What are you doing, Evrain?”

“Uncovering my property.” He snipped the other seam.

There was something satisfying and intensely erotic about seeing Dominic’s ass partially covered by ragged underwear.

He pulled the scrap of fabric from beneath Dominic’s body, leaving him naked.

Evrain couldn’t resist kneading the muscled cheeks he had exposed.

He had to force his finger between them to rub Dominic’s hole. Dominic moaned.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have tied your legs quite so tightly,” Evrain mused. “Still, you look so pretty like this.” He stripped off his pants and underwear, enjoying the cool air on his overheated skin. “Bring your knees up. I need better access to that gorgeous ass.”

“Fucking megalomaniac.” Dominic had to engage in a kind of caterpillar crawl to get into position but ended up as Evrain wanted him, head down and ass up.

“Perfect.” Evrain flexed his fingers. “You know you deserve this, don’t you?” It wasn’t really a question, just an absolute statement of fact. Dominic blushed.

“There’s no need to feel ashamed of what your body craves.” Evrain rested his hand on the small of Dominic’s back. “Do you understand why I have to punish you?”

“For rescuing your sorry ass?”

Evrain gave Dominic’s butt a soft pat. “Try again.” Dominic pushed back against his palm. He smiled.

“For putting myself at risk.”

“That’s one reason.”

“Then I should be punishing you!”

“That wouldn’t be nearly as much fun for either of us, now would it? What else?”

“I have no fucking idea.” Dominic squirmed but Evrain allowed him no leverage to rise. “Stop it! You can’t do this.”

“I think I can. Much as I love to hear you beg, that sounded half-hearted. I don’t think you meant it.

” Evrain punctuated his response with several hard slaps.

For Evrain the feeling of his open palm connecting with the smooth, firm flesh of Dominic’s perfect ass was incredibly erotic.

He knew that he was pushing boundaries, but he also knew that if he wanted to Dominic could stop what was happening at any time.

“You also allowed other men to see you naked. To tie you down.”

“It was necessary,” Dominic snarled. “You think I enjoyed it?”

“Then you undressed in front of Imelda Krenick. I think you enjoy being naked, Dominic. I should confiscate your clothes and keep you that way all the time. Perhaps then you wouldn’t get up to so much mischief.”

Dominic groaned. “There’s no reasoning with you, is there? You don’t need to make up excuses to spank me. Just get on with it!”

“I thought a sense of injustice might make it even better for you.” Evrain chuckled. He could see how aroused Dominic was. His cock was rigid, the silvery gleam of pre-cum evident on its head. “You’re not to come until I allow it.” He landed a firm blow right in the center of Dominic’s ass.

“I’m too close,” Dominic gasped.

Evrain glanced around the room. His gaze rested on a copper dish on the dresser. Normally used for loose change or keys, it was currently empty. He picked it up then channeled his power, manipulating the molecules of metal into a new shape. When he was done the smooth copper ring had no joins.

“Why are you channeling, Evrain? What are you up to?”

Evrain slipped his hand beneath Dominic’s body.

He placed the large ring around the base of his balls then muttered a few more words.

The metal contracted and spread, then split into a set of joined rings forming a cage that would act as a very effective chastity device.

Dominic ducked his head to peer beneath his body.

“What have you done? I hope you know how to get that off.”

“I told you to research the gates of hell, didn’t I? I never got the chance to go shopping but this is just as good—and the copper looks beautiful against your skin. Now you can focus on your punishment and not be concerned about coming without permission,” Evrain said, feeling smug.

“You’re too kind.”

“I know. I need to cultivate more a of a wicked warlock persona. Much sexier.” As if to illustrate his intentions he began to spank Dominic, landing a series of hard blows, his palm cupped.

He kept up a steady rhythm, never striking the same place twice.

Dominic’s initial yelps faded and his muscles relaxed.

Evrain stopped when his hand began to sting.

He admired the light red flush that blossomed over Dominic’s ass and thighs.

“God, that looks delicious.” Evrain grinned and smoothed sore flesh tenderly. “How are you doing?”

“How do you think?” Dominic sounded dreamy.

“I think you’re a pain slut and you’re floating on a cloud of happiness about now.

” Evrain snipped the tape binding Dominic’s ankles then tapped his calf, encouraging him to spread his legs.

Dominic complied. He was breathing hard but seemed almost to be in a trance.

“I adore you like this. So trusting. So utterly at my mercy.”

Dominic answered with a needy whimper. Evrain grabbed the jar of lube. He slicked his middle finger then pushed into the small, tight entrance that beckoned to him so temptingly. He wiggled his finger and was rewarded with a contented sigh.

“You want to come, don’t you, sweetheart?

” Evrain crooked his finger, seeking Dominic’s prostate.

“Not yet. I feel an overwhelming need to torture you some more.” Clambering onto the bed, Evrain got into position behind Dominic.

He didn’t want to give him time to come down from the endorphin high he must have been riding.

He slathered lubrication over his cock, using too much in his eagerness.

He pressed against Dominic’s entrance then thrust forward in one smooth motion.

Dominic cursed, but it was a cry of pleasure rather than pain.

Evrain grasped his narrow hips hard enough to leave the bruises he loved to see on Dominic’s skin.