Night by Night

by Tymber Dalton

  There was nothing like it, that glorious haze that kicked everything else out of his mind.

  The thuddy impacts were more like a massage than a beating, and when Maddox paused, Hank actually let out a disappointed moan.

  Maddox chuckled. “Oh, this is just the warm-up.”

  He started bare-handed spanking him, Hank wincing a little as the impacts grew in strength…before moaning when Maddox changed the setting on the vibrating butt plug and totally distracted him again.

  “Yeah, that’s what I suspected.” Maddox patted him on the ass. “I’ll get your brain rewired to enjoy this, too.” He sounded smirky. Hank was almost entirely sure his husband was wearing that cocky smirk.

  The one that hardened Hank’s cock.

  Every damn time.

  As the play continued, Hank’s conscious devolved into nothing but the sweet spiral of pain and pleasure coursing through his body. He was used to pain on a daily basis through the course of his work. But this sweet and targeted ecstasy felt…

  Amazing.

  It felt far too soon before Maddox set aside his implements and removed the blindfold. “On the bed, baby. On your back.”

  Hank complied, watching as Maddox pushed his thighs apart and removed the butt plug, setting it aside on the towel. “Time to claim what’s mine,” he said.

  A shiver washed through him. “Please!”

  Maddox smiled. “No going back.”

  “Like I’d ever want to. Fuck my brains out before my balls explode, Sir. Please!”

  “Oh, yeah. That.” Maddox giggled as he removed the cockring from Hank. Then he sheathed his cock in a condom, added lube, and nudged into position.

  “Eyes on me,” he said as he stared into Hank’s gaze.

  Hank gasped as he felt Maddox’s cock press against his rim and slowly penetrate him. He took his time, forward and back, a little deeper with each thrust. Until, finally, Hank felt Maddox’s thighs pressing against him.

  He leaned in and kissed Hank. “Love you so fucking much,” he said.

  Hank draped his arms and legs around him. “Love you, too, Sir, but please fuck me!”

  Maddox reached between them with one hand and slowly stroked Hank’s cock as he fucked him. “Want to feel you milk it from me, baby,” Maddox told him. “Give it to me.”

  This felt…weird and amazing and beyond any effective descriptor he had. To know Maddox was inside him, owning him in a way no one had ever claimed him before.

  Maddox slowly fucked him, patient, intense, watching his every breath, it seemed.

  When Hank’s climax started, it rolled through him harder than any he’d ever felt, and the sensation of his ass clamping down on the cock so beautifully fucking him added an extra level of delicious pleasure to it all. He cried out, his cock jerking in Maddox’s hand and cum squirting halfway up his chest.

  Triumph flashed across Maddox’s features. He sped up his thrusts until he caught up and tipped over the edge, too, finally falling still inside him.

  “Holy fuck,” Hank whispered, too…everythinged to even know what to say.

  “Good holy fuck?” Maddox asked, sounding vulnerable.

  Hank grabbed his head and tongue-fucked him, until Maddox sort of looked a little goofy now, too. “The best holy fuck, Sir. The very best.”

  * * * *

  “Are you almost ready, Sir?” Hank called out. “I don’t want to be late.”

  “Stop rushing me, boy,” Maddox called back from the bedroom. “Or I know someone who’s going to spend a month in the metal chastity cage they hate so much,” he playfully added.

  Hank winced. “Yikes,” he muttered. “Sorry, Sir,” he called out, and settled in to wait.

  “That’s better.”

  Hank couldn’t help it. He was eager to get to the party. Eliza and Rusty were watching JJ for them this weekend. Today, she went with the couple to their reenactment group to learn how to fight with a sword, and last night and tonight they were going to help her sew her own costume.

  This was the men’s third private party, and he was looking forward to it. Tonight’s party was at Cali, Sean, and Max’s house. And the men’s expanding implement collection included quite a few items from their webstore.

  Nine months married, and Hank honestly couldn’t remember what it felt like being single.

  Hell, he could barely remember what it felt like being separated from Maddox for fourteen years. Especially when there were times the sadist sent Hank to work with special little reminders of who owned him.

  Like having one of the silicone chastity cages Maddox had invested in locked on his cock for the day.

  Not that Hank ever disobeyed Maddox when it came to masturbation. If he was horny and Maddox wasn’t already taking care of him, all he had to do was ask.

  Not once had Maddox ever told him no.

  Sometimes Maddox had lots of sadistic fun making Hank beg for it like crazy, but that was just part of the game, and something Hank not only didn’t mind, but had grown to love.

  Because it meant there was someone in his life in charge of him, looking out for him.

  Had his back.

  And his ass.

  But Maddox the sadist had started finding all sorts of sneaky ways to work their ever-deepening Master/slave dynamic into their vanilla life.

  Keeping his boy’s cock locked up—just because he could—was quickly becoming one of Maddox’s favorite sneaky pastimes.

  Could Hank safeword?

  Well, yeah, obviously he could, but why would he? The only times he’d safeworded while with Maddox were for either something hurting him in the bad way, like a leg cramp, or because of something having to do with JJ.

  Hank was now a crew foreman for the construction company, meaning a bump in pay, and yeah, there was something to be said knowing he had a little secret that he shared only with Maddox. The silicone chastity cages weren’t too uncomfortable to wear under work clothes.

  Honestly? He’d sort of hit a point where he felt a little naked if he didn’t have one on during the workday.

  Which was another thing Maddox said he loved about him—that Hank was so easily “trainable.”

  Hank took it as further proof that Maddox, and what they had together, was true destiny.

  Maddox finally emerged from the bedroom. From his playful smirk, Hank suspected he’d kept him waiting on purpose, knowing it bugged him.

  Saaaaadist…

  “Someone looks eager to go,” Maddox noted.

  “I am, Sir.”

  He pulled Hank into his arms. “Got a little special surprise for you tonight, baby.”

  Hank shivered with anticipation. He knew that tone of voice.

  That was Maddox’s “you’re going to fucking love this” sneaky tone.

  And yes, Hank did always love it.

  No exceptions.

  “What, Sir?”

  “Remember how at the last party we watched people using the Sybian?”

  Hank’s cock immediately started throbbing. “Yes, Sir?”

  “Guess who’s getting a turn on it tonight?” He playfully arched an eyebrow at Hank.

  “Hopefully me, Sir.”

  Whoops. Did he say that out loud?

  Maddox grinned and pulled him in for a kiss. “You, my dear boy, are a very lucky guesser.”

  Well, not luck, and they both knew it. At the last party, Maddox had stood there with Hank in front of him, naked, slowly jerking Hank’s cock as they watched a woman riding the Sybian and being forced to come time and time again.

  Maddox had idly wondered how many times he could make Hank come using it.

  And Hank hadn’t safeworded.

  “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Ahh, you thank me now.” Maddox grinned. When he tried to step away, Hank pulled him in for another kiss.

  “I’ll always thank you, Sir. Because I love you.”

  Maddox’s smile faded. “Are you really happy with me?”

  Hank rolled his eyes and gr
abbed Maddox for one more deep, fierce snog. “Just try getting rid of me. You sort of fine-tuned me to you.”

  “Night by night.” Maddox grinned.

  “Every night. Only place I want to spend the rest of my life is with you. Love you, Sir.”

  Maddox sighed, sounding contented. “Love you, too, boy.”

  THE END

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