Page 231 of Vampire Kings Box Set

“So we are playing these games again, are we, boy?” Maddox’s smile held real delight, matched in Will’s rebellious yet playful gaze. This was their dynamic made anew, and they were both thrilled to play.

Maddox gripped Will by the back of the head, cold fingers curled in his dark locks. It was an easy way to gain immediate control, and he used that grip to push Will down to his knees.

“Suck me, boy.”

Maddox used his free hand to lower the fly of his pants. His cock did the rest, springing free with a drip of cool precum already gleaming on the thick head.

Will opened his mouth obediently, and Maddox spared no time in pulling him close, thrusting his cock into Will’s mouth with dominant strokes that pleasured his mind as much as his brain.

“You look so good on your knees,” he complimented Will. “You can be such a good boy. It’s almost a pity I will have to thrash you regardless, simply to hear you scream.”

Will nearly choked on his cock, hearing that promise. Maddox pulled back to allow him the chance to breathe.

“Scream?” Will rasped the question. “It will be….”

“Punishment,” Maddox promised him, knowing that was what he wanted to hear.

“For what?”

Maddox’s eyes narrowed with a smile of satisfaction. “Because I want to.”

He felt a thrill run through William’s muscular kneeling body, and saw the light in Will’s eyes brighten. Oh, he wanted a proper beating, a true ass warming.

Mad was in no hurry, however. He languidly drew Will’s mouth back and forth on his cock, fucking his mouth with casual dominance. Will was eager to be used, reaching down, freeing his own cock, and fisting it to stroke himself while Maddox made free between his lips.

His vampire master allowed it, for Mad enjoyed seeing Will take pleasure in their lustful interaction.

Of course, he would not allow his boy to come any more than he intended on letting himself come. Their climaxes would come later, once Will had been given his just desserts.

Using the same powerful grip, Maddox pulled Will back up from his knees and tossed him face down on the bed.

“Don’t. Move,” he ordered sternly.

Will, fully erect, was smart enough for once to obey. Punishment was imminent, and he anticipated it as much as he anticipated coming.

“I am not about to thrash you because you are a bad boy,” Mad said. “I am about to thrash you because you are everything to me, and because this is what we both need.”

Will stiffened, then cried out as Maddox’s lash landed with heavy harshness, designed not to punish but to forgive.

“Fuck… yes,” he hissed as that familiar searing heat sank through his flesh.

“You like that, do you, boy?”

Will’s fingers curled in the bedsheets, his back arching, holding his ass higher than it needed to be, offering himself for fresh punishment.

Maddox gladly obliged once more, lashing his ass with the broad belt, delivering heat, pain, and domination to his treasured boy.

“Does it hurt? Do you want it to hurt more?”

“YES!”

Will no longer pretended to hate punishment. Pain was so deeply ingrained in his being that being struck by his master caused an activation of every bit of him. He felt alive. He felt claimed. He felt safe, most of all. Will still feared the darkness inside him, the same darkness he had given into on his rampage. With Maddox, he knew he would be contained, and for that he was grateful.

Maddox thrashed Will with close to the full force of his capability, making the belt paint Will’s thick hide bright red. He would feel this for many days yet to come, and yet his cries were not for mercy, but for more.

When he could take no more, Mad dropped the lash and pinned Will down once more, his fangs sinking into Will’s neck, not to feed, but to hold him in place as he directed his cock to the tender bud between Will’s fiery cheeks.

There were gasps of pain and pleasure as Maddox fucked Will with a wild abandon, sinking into the hot, buttery depths of his flesh, relishing the joining of their bodies. Long had he dreamed of days and nights like these, and he reveled in the gift of this chance to be with the man he loved more than anything or anyone else.