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Prompt: 17 - Limit
Main Character: Aro/Carlisle
Rating: M (so M. Oh, holy crap, M)
Word Count: 500
A/N: Uh… this is Aro/Carlisle BDSM and this is ALL MYONLY HEROIN'S FAULT OMFG.
"You're not going to come, are you, pet?"
Carlisle couldn't think. Master's voice was its usual level tempo, as if he wasn't driving Carlisle insane. They were kneeling, Carlisle's legs spread, his back up against Aro's chest, blindfolded while Aro played with him.
Aro gave Carlisle's cock a tug, making him cry out. "I asked you a question."
"S-sorry, Master. I won't come." He didn't know how he was going to accomplish that, but he wanted to please.
Aro gripped a fistful of Carlisle's hair. "You know I don't tolerate rudeness," he cooed in his ear, drawing the finger of his free hand along the space between the base of his cock and balls.
As quickly as Aro began to stimulate him, his finger was gone. He put his hand to the center of Carlisle's back and gave him a light push. "On your hands and knees."
Carlisle obeyed, his heart pounding. Sometimes the sensory deprivation drove him mad. He knew Aro had brought many of their toys out, and they were all within easy reach. He also knew he was about to be punished. Aro was a creative man. It was a minor offense, but Aro had been known to use the paddle or strap just because it suited him.
He was also a sadistic asshole. He had to know Carlisle was going out of his skin in anticipation. He heard Aro's methodical steps around him. The sound of Aro picking up an implement, putting it down. Carlisle pressed his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
Finally, he jolted as he felt the brush of leather down his back. The riding crop. A thrill of anticipatory fear and desire went down his spine.
Aro traced the lines of his ass in a sensual manner. Despite himself, Carlisle moaned, painfully hard at that point.
Without warning, Aro brought the crop down on Carlisle's inner thigh hard enough to make his eyes sting. "Now, pet," he began, his voice steady as he worked the crop up the inside of Carlisle's leg and down the other. "You get seven orgasms a week. That was the limit we set together, and you used them already."
Carlisle groaned at the strikes of the crop. "Yes, master."
"Am I being unfair, not letting you come?"
"N-no, Master."
"No." He brought the crop up between Carlisle's legs, hitting his balls with lighter slaps. Carlisle writhed. "So I don't deserve your rudeness, do I?"
"No, sir." He muffled a cry as Aro brought the crop down sharply on his ass. "I'll do better."
"I suspect you will." Aro brought the crop down with force until Carlisle was whimpering.
He heard Aro step around to his front. "On your knees, pet."
Carlisle obeyed. Aro began to stroke his hair lovingly. "Now," he said, using his other hand to caress Carlisle's chin and cheeks. "You may earn my forgiveness." He groaned as Carlisle hungrily took his cock in his mouth. "After all, I have no limit on orgasms."
A/N: All MyOnlyHeroin's fault… and you know, Cappy and Packy didn't help at all. They made things so much worse. Oh, god. I'm going to die. I need to go chop my fingers off. Gaaaahhh.
Also. I'm done with the challenge… WOW. Uh... does this count as ending with a bang?