Chapter 21

Jesse’s cock was slick with blood and pre-come, and each time Gideon’s hand reached the crown, he shuddered, which only tightened the muscles in his shoulders and back. He thought—even hoped—that Gideon would lose interest in his shaft. But he didn’t stop. His tempo didn’t even shift. The slow strokes made Jesse weak. Weaker than the blows from the whip ever could. Combined with the warmth of Gideon’s mouth—warmth he had stolen from Jesse’s blood—he knew he was going to lose his control sooner rather than later.

He just hoped that when he finally did, it was with Gideon’s permission.

Gideon licked a path along the groove of his thigh to lap at the blood collecting behind the cock ring. The probe of his tongue was almost delicate, tender in ways Gideon could never hide no matter how stern his punishments were. When his hand was at the dripping tip, he raked his fangs along the tight skin of the shaft, licking the fresh blood away almost immediately.