Chapter 17

Jesse moaned in response, the words going directly to his groin, as though Gideon had pulled on the chain again. His moan turned into a whimper as Gideon chased the drops of blood with the tip of his tongue. He tilted his head back, straining to feel more of Gideon’s mouth.

“Someone’s greedy.” Then Gideon was gone, and Jess could only watch wide-eyed as he stood back and began undoing his belt. “But I’m greedier.”

The ache in his balls deepened as Gideon stepped out of his pants, the thick jut of his cock too tantalizingly far away. Hope pounded in his chest when Gideon advanced again, only to be dashed when he stooped to pick up the whip and walk behind him.

“What number were we on?” The raw burn of another lash made Jesse arch against the renewed pain, his teeth clenched. “Oh, who cares. Let’s just start over.”