Chapter 18

“Should we count off how many times I pound into you?” Gideon spoke without breaking his rhythm, each stroke more merciless than the last. Using the wall for support, he let go of Jesse’s hip with one hand and fisted the chain dangling from the nipple clamps. “It might be fun to see how far you can make it before you scream again.”

He was going to fly apart. Jesse was sure of that. He wasn’t sure of much else besides that. He wasn’t sure if he was speaking, though somebody seemed to be babbling—not far, not far, not going to last.He wasn’t sure if he felt pain. He wasn’t sure if it was pleasure. His whole body was a throbbing nerve. One coherent thought finally burst through as Gideon tugged on the chain once again, sending red-hot sparks to his groin.

“Please, Gideon.”

Cool fingertips slid down to Jesse’s erection. “My pleasure,” he heard him murmur.