He cried out as the head breached the outer ring of muscle, but that wasn’t enough to make David stop. He continued to press forward, inch after excruciating inch, filling Jonah’s ass in ways Gideon hadn’t touched. Fire erupted along his skin, chased away by a rash of goose bumps, and shivers wracked through his flesh. It wasn’t pain. Pain didn’t even begin to enter the equation. It was sensation too virulent to contain or describe. The slight pull of the leash, the hot contact of David’s thighs against his own, the restraint of the iron around his wrists and ankles…it all added up to drive him back to the edge he’d teetered precariously on earlier.
“That’s what you look like,” Gideon murmured. But when Jonah blinked up at him, he saw that it wasn’t him Gideon addressed. It was Jesse, close within Gideon’s embrace. “Look at him. If he didn’t have the gag in, he’d be begging for more.”