Roses are Black

II

Kisa's eyes widened as he saw a flash of steel emerge from Master's hand, and the knife quickly cut through the ropes, freeing Kisa's hands. He stretched them towards his feet, his limbs stiff and heavy after being bound for so long.

"Get up," Master ordered. Kisa stopped stretching and rolled onto his side, waiting for his Master to cut the bindings on his legs, but the man made no move.

"I said, 'get up.' Can you not do that bitch?"

Kisa swallowed and gingerly crawled over to the side of the bed, but when he reached the edge, Master's hand shot out and grabbed his arm, yanking him down to the floor with a thud.

"Fuck!" Kisa groaned as he hit the ground. Master stood above him, his black boot brushing the side of Kisa's cheek.

"Is there anything you want to say to me, slut?" Master growled, though Kisa could hear a faint echo of Yukina in his voice. He was clearly testing the boundaries of how rough he could go, but Kisa wasn't ready to end the game yet.

"No, Master," he replied.

"Good. On your knees," he said. Kisa did what he asked as Master reached back into the bag of endless treasures and pulled out two things Kisa was hoping for. The first, a black leather collar and two cuffs, all joined by one continuous chain, and the second, a black riding crop.

Kisa shivered as Master grabbed a handful of his hair and wrenched his head up. Kisa held it in place when he let go, and allowed the collar to be locked around his neck. Only when the cuffs fastened Kisa's hands behind his back did Master finally cut the ropes off his legs. Kisa sank onto the floor with relief and watched Master undo his belt with a fascinated expression. He licked his lips as Master shrugged his jeans down and produced his pearling cock from underneath black briefs. The tall man took his hand and stroked his shaft slowly, a sigh slipping past his lips.

Kisa immediately felt himself reviving as Master pleasured himself, and his pulse beat faster when the man's attention turned back to him. Master put one hand on his hip and smiled musingly.

"Do you want to suck me, Shouta?"

Kisa nodded eagerly, he could hardly wait to get Master's thick member in his mouth.

Master chuckled. "Then come get it, bitch."

Kisa struggled to get on his aching knees and slowly ambled over to Master, opening his mouth wide. Master grinned wider and slid his hips forward till the tip of his cock touched Kisa's lips. Knowing full well what Yukina liked, Kisa inched forward and slicked his tongue from the base to the tip before cupping his mouth around the head and lightly sucking.

"Good boy," Master sighed. The sight of Kisa's small mouth encircling his pulsing dick made him even harder, and he smiled when he heard a small whimper come from his sub. He took the riding crop in his hand and lightly touched the side of Kisa's face, rubbing the tip against it teasingly.

Snap!

Kisa jumped as he felt the crop smack his shoulder, leaving a stinging red mark. However, with how aroused and sensitive Kisa was, it was not an entirely unwelcome sensation. In fact, everything he was experiencing was overpowering, and the more he drank, the thirstier he became. He slid his mouth further down Master's cock, the warm thickness of it filling his throat. Kisa mewled as the crop slid down his neck and brushed against the collar he was wearing, all the way down to his pert nipple. Kisa saw the next strike coming when Master rubbed the crop in a teasing circle around his areola, but still cried out in shock when it whipped the tender bud. Kisa shifted his knees and moaned when Master struck the other one before snaking the crop around the reddening spots. He then struck Kisa on the upper thigh, each blow quicker than the last.

Kisa struggled against his bonds as Master whipped him over and over, and he almost lost concentration. Master noticed this and thrust his hips forward, nearly tripping Kisa's gag reflex with the sudden penetration.

"I'd keep sucking, if I were you, Shouta," Master said sternly. Kisa grunted and began to bob his head steadily, keeping it up as much as he could with every nip of the crop. His own arousal was now fully revived, and he moaned as the crop rubbed against his wet tip.

"So wet, Shouta," Master chuckled. "Does giving head turn you on?"

Kisa looked up at Master and gave a small grunt, and the sight of those wide, chocolate eyes set off a new glint in Master's expression. He dropped the riding crop on the floor and took Kisa's head in his hands, running his fingers through the fine black hair with a small scrape of nail. But the tenderness erupted as fingers turned to fists, gripping the hair harshly. Kisa understood the gesture and held his head still as Master began to thrust his hips forward, his dick bumping against the back of Kisa's mouth.

Initially, Kisa had shut his eyes when Master began to pummel his mouth, trying to cope as best as he could. But when a firm hand slapped his cheek, they opened and looked to Master.

"Keep your eyes open," Master commanded. Kisa did what he asked, but had to try hard to fight the urge to shut his eyes. But as he peered into Master's gaze, he saw a shard of tenderness amidst the cloudy lust, and despite the struggling of his body, he was calmed by it. Because it was Yukina. His lover was going through impressive lengths to please him physically and psychologically. Yukina was taking control, and yet he was also freeing Kisa with release, letting him forgot all his stress and worries. Even now as his mouth was vigorously fucked, Kisa knew that he wasn't really Master's slave. On the contrary, Kisa was his greatest treasure. And the realization of that was a billowy cloud of comfort in the sky of Kisa's mind. Yukina loved him. He trusted him. And Kisa trusted Yukina.

Yukina almost stopped his thrusting when he saw moisture gather in Kisa's eyes, and his considerate heart wondered for a second if this was too much. But he was brought back into his role of Master when Kisa shifted and began to move in time with his thrusts. Yukina beamed inwardly with pride and knew it was time to up the ante.

Kisa began to moan around Master's cock as the pace sped up, and he mouthed the swelled dick with vigor, overcome by the emotion of his freedom. Kisa nearly gagged when Master went breakneck, his low, steady breaths signaling that he was close to release. Master let out a small cry as he came, and Kisa's mouth was filled with warm milky liquid. Kisa swallowed it all, the familiar taste of his lover stimulating him even more. Master didn't even have to ask Kisa to clean him, for after licking his lips, Kisa quickly lapped at any trace of release clinging to Master's cock and balls. It was almost as if he were worshipping their connection, and the pain and pleasure they had shared.

Yukina understood this, and revealed in their intimacy as well, and anticipation built up in mind and flooded back into his dick. Even after releasing, Master was still hard, and their night was far from over.

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