Chapter 33

Each probe vibrated from the rhythm of Gideon’s satisfied moans. His fingers dug into Jesse’s flesh, holding him still when he had the overwhelming urge to press back into Gideon’s mouth. Jesse had to settle for feeling his firm tongue sinking into his ass, soothing the stings over and over again in ever-slowing strokes.

Gideon moved deliberately. Excruciatingly so. Jesse caught his breath, holding it until his lungs burned, waiting for Gideon to increase the rhythm, but he didn’t. What new torture is this?Clearly one designed to make his already weak legs start shaking. In a way, this was almost worse than pain. Drops of sweat rolled down his neck and shoulders, stinging him each time perspiration came in contact with open skin.

Slowing turned to stopping. But when Gideon straightened, it wasn’t to press against Jesse’s back. His footsteps echoed away from the whipping post, and Jess twisted against the chain in order to see where he was going.