Page 173 of Mortal Sins

He wished he would take back all the pain he had suffered and give it all to Frankie. Every drop of

blood, every tear, every ounce of anguish, rightfully belonged to him.

“I want it to hurt,” Snod confessed frantically. “Please, more.”

I need to feel it, I deserve it, I haven’t been punished, I shouldn’t need this, but I do, it shouldn’t

feel this good...

“Obe,” Frankie mumbled, his hips slowly beginning to rock, troubled by Snod’s desire for pain. “I am

not going to willingly harm you. This is only supposed to feel good...”

“Please,” Snod pleaded, trying to push himself down on Frankie’s cock, trying to chase that scalding

friction. “Faster, please... I want it...”

“No.” Frankie refused to thrust any faster, raising his hand and spanking Snod’s ass firmly.

“Fuck!” Snod gasped, his hips jerking back from the blow. His skin was immediately left tingling and

his cock was absolutely throbbing. He whined desperately, frustrated when Frankie continued the

gentle rhythm. He tried to rock back, and was treated to another smart spanking that made him ache.

The sting was lovely and somehow made every other sensation a thousand times more intense. He

gasped when Frankie spanked him a third time, his eyes rolling back with a low groan.

Frankie slid his hand back up Snod’s chest, pressing against his throat as his cock continued to dip

inside of him at a maddeningly slow pace. “Be a good boy for me, Obe,” he said huskily. “Be a good

boy and I’ll give you exactly what you want. Can you do that for me, Obe?”

“Yes... Yes!” Snod was moaning, wanting more, but eagerly taking all that Frankie would give. He

couldn’t think straight, his brain only allowing enough attention to focus on the thrusts of Frankie’s

cock inside of his tight hole and his own labored breathing. Every time he tried to increase the pace,

Frankie’s hand smartly reminded him who was in charge with a crack across his ass.

Even Frankie’s immortal patience could only hold out so long, Snod’s desperate flailing finally

pushing him over the edge. A blink and Snod was on his face, Frankie spreading his legs wide as he

slipped his cock back inside of him.

Snod gasped at the new angle, trying to reach back to grab Frankie’s hip, but his hands were quickly

pinned against the mattress. He turned his head and stared up at Frankie in awe, the green of his eyes

positively luminous in the dim light, reaching right down into the darkest recesses of his heart. The

ache inside of him pulsed again, longing and screaming for release, his heartbeat throbbing in time

with Frankie’s through the bond.