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Poseidon

I didn’t know it was possible to feel like I’m floating while also existing in pure bliss in my skin at the same time. My ass pulses in delicious agony in time with my racing heart, spurred on by Icarus squeezing me roughly. He hasn’t even touched my cock, and yet pre-come leaks from the tip and my balls are heavy and ready to explode. Just from pain.

I didn’t know it could be like this. Not even last night prepared me, and he’s still only using his hands. The fantasy of how exquisite the experience could be with toys… I shudder. “Icarus, please.”

“That’s a start, big guy.”

Every time he calls me big guy , my thighs shake. I’m so used to being the biggest person in the room, to being careful around others because that fact comes with a level of responsibility and a threat I can never quite escape. But when Icarus uses that pet name, it’s almost indulgent, as if he’s nodding to my size and strength while knowing that he has me on my knees. He’s the one who holds the power.

I’ve never felt so free.

He kisses the small of my back and then moves down the curve of my ass, the softness of his lips a direct counterpoint to the pain still throbbing. It heightens the sensation, and I can’t begin to say if it’s more pain or if everything’s transformed to pleasure. I don’t have to have an answer for that right now. I just have to feel —and to obey.

Icarus bites me. Pain flares, overriding pleasure, and I moan. He licks the spot and I can feel him moving behind me. A few moments later, cool lube smears over my ass. Icarus spreads me wide, no less commanding for how softly he speaks. “I’ll give you what you want, big guy, but you’re going to promise me to use your safe word if it becomes too much.”

I don’t know if there’s such a thing as too much. I’m drunk on the sensations he’s given me, greedy in a way I’ve never allowed myself to be. I don’t care what he does to me as long as it’s more .

The head of his cock presses to my ass. He’s not moving fast, but he’s not giving me much time to adjust, either. I inhale and relax on the exhale, surrendering to whatever he chooses to give me.

He murmurs something comforting that I can barely understand as he presses inexorably into me. Slow but steady. Unrelenting. He’s not a small man, either. The penetration is uncomfortable in the best way possible, a faint burning as he spreads me, eased with the generous application of lube. On and on and on it goes, until I have to concentrate on not tensing, have to focus on my breathing, have to…

His hips meet my aching ass cheeks. “Well done.” He soothes me with his touch, stroking my back, my hips, my ass. “You’re doing wonderfully.”

I can’t breathe. I certainly can’t think. It’s glorious.

Icarus leans down and bites my back. “Ready?”

There’s barely air to answer, but he won’t keep going if I don’t; he’s more than proven that at this point. “I’m ready,” I say thickly.

He withdraws almost completely and pauses for a beat, giving me a chance to change my mind. As if that’s even a possibility. I should be terrified of the strength of my need. Maybe tomorrow, I will be. Tonight, all I can do is feel .

The only warning I get is his hands tightening on my hips. Then he shoves forward, driving into me until his hips meet my abused ass. Pain and pleasure flare into an intoxicating mix inside me. “Oh fuck .”

“That’s it, big guy.” His words are so soft, so caring, while he brutalizes my ass, thrusting into me hard enough to shove my body against the mattress. The jarring motion only sinks him a little deeper, allows us to be a little closer. Icarus strokes my back even as he claims me in a way I don’t know if I’ll be able to recover from.

I never want it to stop.

My body has other ideas. Even as I sink into the need and ache of him inside me, my balls draw up. “Icarus—”

“Come if you need to.” His laugh has an edge of cruelty. “But don’t expect me to stop until I’m finished with you.”

His words push me over the edge. I try to move, but he presses down on the small of my back, pinning me in place. Or maybe it’s his cock pinning me. All I know is that I can’t even manage to thrust my way through my orgasm. The pressure sweeps over me, bearing me away. I cry out his name as I come, spurting all over the side of the bed.

Icarus laughs again. “Up. On the bed.”

It’s awkward and strange to obey when my limbs don’t want to work and his cock is lodged deep in my ass. We manage. I sprawl on the bed and Icarus presses me down… And then withdraws completely. “Hey!”

“Roll over.” He doesn’t wait for me to obey this time. He’s already gripping my shoulder and urging me to flip onto my back. At first, I think it’s better this way, to be able to see his gorgeous face as he kneels between my splayed thighs, his dark eyes intense. But it’s almost too good. There’s no hiding from him like this. He doesn’t give me a chance to try.

Icarus hooks his hands under my knees and presses them up, bending me in half. He maneuvers my legs to either side of my torso, making sure he’s not pressing on my stomach. “Hold your legs.”

I reach up with shaking hands and replace his, holding myself open for him. I’ve never felt more vulnerable in my life, and yet there’s power here, too. It’s there in the way he sits back on his heels so he can drink in the sight of me, in the way he bites his bottom lip as he stares at my chest, my stomach, my cock, my ass. As if he’s cataloging every bit of me that belongs to him. At least in this moment.

He grabs the lube without looking away from me. “If you were mine, I’d tie you up like this. Keep you in my bed and ready for me.” He leans forward and props one hand on my shoulder. “Don’t let go of your legs.”

I open my mouth to confirm, but he pinches my nipple before I can get the words out. It’s a vicious move, reigniting the pain and overflowing the pleasure still echoing through me. I flinch away from him—except there’s nowhere to go. I’m fully restrained, but I’m the one doing the restraining. I could release my legs at any moment. Except I can’t. It would be disobeying his order…disappointing him.

Before I can fully reason my way through it, he pinches me again, adding a little twist that bows my back and draws a cry from my lips. “That’s it, big guy. Breathe through it. You’re making me so proud.” His voice is kind and caring, completely at odds with the agony ratcheting from where he’s still pinching me. “Just a little more… There you go.”

The release hurts almost more than the initial pain. It radiates through my chest, my body, hardening my cock even though it hasn’t been nearly long enough to recover from that last orgasm. I’m panting. Or maybe I’m not breathing at all. I can’t think .

Icarus smooths his hands on my chest, lightly dragging his fingertip over my throbbing nipple. I shiver and he grins. “You truly are perfect. I wish…” His smile fades. “It doesn’t matter. We’ll have to make our time together count.”

“What—”

He moves down and takes my cock in his mouth. Pleasure twists through me. I can’t move. I can’t do anything but shake. What is he doing to me?

He sucks me deep, not hesitating to take my full length, until his lips meet my base. I stare down at him, my brain filled with white noise. It’s…peaceful even in agony. I don’t have to worry that I’m doing something wrong. I don’t have to worry about miscommunication. He’s telling me exactly what he wants from me, is demanding nothing less than perfect honesty in return. More, that careful communication isn’t dampening the mood. If anything, it’s only increasing my desire.

I–I didn’t know it could be like this.

I don’t know how I’m supposed to do anything but this in the future.

Icarus eases slowly off my cock, the pleasure so acute, it melds with the echoes of pain. He grips me in one elegant hand and meets my eyes. “You had your orgasm, big guy. The next one belongs to me and I’m not generous. You’re going to have to work for it.”

“I—What?”

“Don’t come until I tell you to.” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer, just dips back down and resumes sucking my cock. The motherfucker teases me, licking and sucking and, yeah, biting. I grip my thighs so hard, I’ll surely have bruises tomorrow, and somehow that just makes the pleasure spike higher.

I can’t stop myself from moaning. It doesn’t even occur to me to try. “Icarus. Icarus, I’m going to… Icarus, please .”

“No.” The single word feels like he reached out and slapped me.

I whimper and shift, but there’s nowhere to go. “If you don’t stop—”

He nips my balls. Every muscle goes tight, and I lose all track of my ability to speak. He, of course, doesn’t have that problem. He straightens and lightly massages my thighs, trailing down to my ass once more to spread me even further. “I’ll stop when I’m ready, big guy. And you’ll come when I tell you. Do you understand?”

I’m not going to last. I can’t fucking count or recite facts or whatever the fuck I’m supposed to do to keep from being so overwhelmed with the moment that I orgasm. I can’t think . “Icarus,” I moan.

“Don’t disappoint me.” His tone is almost forbidding as he spreads more lube over me and then presses inside once more. “Fuck,” he breathes.

I almost come right then and there. That little word wasn’t intentional; I’d stake my soul on it. No, that was an involuntary sound in response to the feeling of sinking deep into my ass. He feels even larger in this position, filling me to the point of pain—which only heightens my pleasure. “ Icarus .”

His hands find the back of my thighs, pressing them even harder, bending me even farther. He drags his attention to my face. “Can you breathe okay like this?”

Breathe? What kind of question is that? I don’t need to breathe when I’m flying. My mouth works, but no sound comes out.

Icarus eases back a little. “Talk to me.”

If I don’t manage to speak, this might stop. I have to close my eyes, have to inhale deeply through my nose, but even that doesn’t help because all I can scent is sex and him. “I can’t breathe,” I finally whisper. “Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t move, not until I drag my eyes open. Only then does he grin and press my legs down until my hips groan in protest. “Good boy. Now, here’s your final command. Don’t come until I do.”